Coming Clean

Others Stories | Jan 22, 2012 | 4 min read
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Coming Clean

No windows. No doors. No escape.

Compared to other women, I know I'm lucky. I'm the woman who has it all...a devoted husband, a beautiful home, and more money than I know what to do with. For the last ten years I had been incredibly happy in my life, never thinking for even a moment that I would ever deceive my husband, or willfully damage our love. But that, to my deep regret, is exactly what I have done.

I wish with everything I have that I had never made that first impetuous decision to betray my husband, as I now find myself in an impervious situation, and in danger of destroying my marriage.

It wasn't the appeal of an illicit affair that drew me towards my lover, so much as it was the depth of intimacy that the two of us shared. He listened to me in a way that my husband had only done when we were first married and still in the infatuation stage every new marriage goes through. Though I am aware that my husband still loves me, there are times when I feel as though he doesn't even know I'm there. My lover, in comparison, made me feel as though  I truly mattered. He made me feel needed and wanted, and that was something I missed deeply in my marriage. It wasn't just about sex. It was about passion and the genuine sense of having a connection to another human being.

I was shocked by my own behavior. Sometimes I would linger at the mirror, staring at my reflection and wondering how I could do this to the man I had promised to love and cherish for the rest of my life. I hated all the dishonesty but, my relationship with my lover was almost symbiotic in nature. No matter how hard I worked to convince myself that I needed to end things with him, I couldn't. The connection was too deep, and I hadn't the strength to sever ties with him. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I had managed to convince myself that because I was at least trying to protect my husband from the consequences of my own undeniably selfish actions, I was worthy of a tiny  bit of redemption, if only to myself.

Yesterday, everything changed. As my husband and I sat down for dinner, he asked me if I was ready to begin trying to conceive. I attempted to pretend to be excited at the prospect of having a child but inside, I was deeply against having a baby with my husband. I knew that eventually my affair would be discovered and I couldn't bring another life into that equation.

It was at this moment that I finally realized I had to come clean about my betrayal. As I watched the tears stream down my husband's face, I knew I had betrayed him in the worst way imaginable. I didn't apologize or try to explain my actions. I could see that with each new bit of information my husband died a bit more inside, and I didn't want to be responsible for destroying the man that I had once loved with all of my heart. He asked me to give him some time to process what I had confessed, and so I laid in our bed, sobbing silently and wondering how I had turned out to be such a heartless and cruel woman. Exhausted from crying I fell into a deep sleep, awakening only when my husband entered the room and asked me to come to the downstairs. Not wishing to upset him further I followed him down the steps and into the kitchen, expecting him to stop. Instead he proceeded further stopping when he arrived at the basement door.

"Follow me", he had commanded. "Watch your step, the light is out". When we reached the bottom he flicked on a large flashlight shining it in the corner, asking me to take a seat.

I stepped out of the darkness and into the beam of light. Through squinted eyes I saw what I recognized as being a large amount of bricks, a metal folding chair,  some type of trowel and few bags, though I wasn't sure what they contained.  He nodded towards the chair, and I sat down nervously.

"I knew about the affair."my husband said. "I've known for months. I've been waiting for you to come clean. But, I suppose that's irrelevant now, isn't it, my love? You're starting to feel groggy I take it?"

I nodded.

"That's because of the sedatives I put in your dinner. I've been planning this for sometime, I was just waiting for the right moment. The moment you finally confessed."

My eyes began to droop as sleep overtook me. Every so often I would awaken momentarily to a scraping noise but my eyes wouldn't cooperate long enough to focus on what was going on around me. I could sense my husband's presence but my tongue felt heavy and cotton-like causing me to remain silent.

I finally awoke to the sound of muffled sobs. Disoriented I stood up from the chair. Unable to see I took a step forward but stopped as my hands scraped against something heavy and rough. Feeling my way through the darkness, I realized they were bricks. Panicking I turned in circles over and over feeling for a way out of the darkness.

Defeated I sat down on the floor. I didn't cry, or plead for my husband to let me out. I deserved this, I was sure of it. Finally, my torment had come to an end. I sighed in relief and closed my eyes.

No windows. No doors. No escape.

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Nikki Jul 27, 2012

Im kinda glad that it didnt turn out where the husband kill or make his wife suffer a slow painful dead as was expected. Infact, it good to see that she owns up to her mistake. I would rather end the relationship as opposed to be cheated on my spouse beca

Major Mar 7, 2012

Great story, your my favorite author on this site

Subha Feb 3, 2012

i loved it. keep writing. all the best.

Chanchal Jan 31, 2012

good work " Diana" keep it up and give us some more interesting stories......

Preeti Jan 27, 2012

i liked it.. :)

Kevin summlen Jan 26, 2012

good story, i like how this story has the element of reality in it. It's one of these that make you think it could happen.

Diana Jan 27, 2012

Thanks :)

James G. Kelly Jan 24, 2012

Oh, wow, it sucks to be her. At least she didn'tmind paying for her actions. I'd like to know her feelings after being in there for a couple of days.

Diana Jan 24, 2012

That would be rather interesting, I agree. I'd like to think madness will have overtaken her by that point ;)

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