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Confessions of a cheating wife (7)
Present-day
I cried so hard all through the night. I had no idea when morning came. I sat on the floor by the window, lost in my thoughts. The thoughts that flooded my mind were filled with happy memories. Yemi and I had no bad memories. All he did was make me happy, and somewhere along the line, I began to ruin it, slowly.
The devil works overtime.
Or maybe it is just a case of not knowing what you have got until it is gone.
He was gone.
He had been gone for a few days.
He didn’t say anything to me.
He didn’t eat anything I made.
I felt like a stranger in the house with him.
Every single minute felt like a thousand years away from him. This had never happened before, not even when we were dating. Was he just hurt? Or maybe I didn’t know this side of him. The side that shows passive aggression during misunderstandings. It felt terrible.
He packed up a few clothes, put them in a duffel bag, and went out of the house. I saw him pull out of the driveway in his white Tesla.
