Holding Back

s different in the feel of my house. The welcome I alway

mportantly, I'd finished a day early. I could go home and surprise Bray. I missed my husband of 5 years. I wanted to rush home as quickly as possible. I knew it'd be lat

o our bedroom, the heavier the air felt. My legs seemed to weigh 100 lbs ea

body rocked back and forth like I had run into a steel wall. Then, I heard it again. The sounds of two lovers quietly speaking,

ith absolute bone chilling fear. I knew my fears would be realized as soon as I pushed the door. I stood there long eno

gathered my courage and pushed the door softly. I knew I had to see the betrayal. If I saw it, I wouldn't have to

as one of them turned over. Then I hear Bray's voice, deep, sleep filled and sexy say, "go back to sleep," ever so te

nfront them or do I hold back? An inner voice whispered to me, "you m

of the door. The door that we picked out together at a flea market in the mountains of North Carolina.

ly to clear my eyes, I had to see the betrayal taking place in our bed, in our home. My hand, still

was all splayed out in front of me. The tears fell fa

2 Facing

s witnessing my husband committing adultery with... who is this woman? At least it's not one of my friends. I've never see

ey have no cares at all, slammed

k in order to stay upright. I slowly

there. I made it outside again, gulping as much air as I possibly could. I needed to

e. I needed to bring Bray to his knees begging for forgiveness when I h

ere running through my head li

...pictures. I needed pictures to prove his adultery. I was taking a huge risk by going back i

of them, their clothes strewn around MY bedroom, and a closeup of how very close they were. Then for the second time, I re

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