She closes from work, rushes to his office, throws down the files, paper-works, everything....and they rush at each other. At everytime she's free, she goes to him, even when he's not close, her phone connects her to him. They chat all day long, talk over the phone for hours.....this is what every girl wants, every girl's dream is this man she now owns...or does she?
Back home again....she tries to live a normal life, just as it was before he came into her life. She goes to the bathroom....runs the shower....gets naked...but at the feel of cool breeze on her body, she recalls her previous moments with him. She already swore not to ever be with him again...but her body craves his touch, her lips quiver at the thought of his kiss, her very special places desire his manliness.....and there, by the garage...his car revving...he's heading out. She rushes over to the driver's seat, leans the chair backward....and there they go again.
This isn't love...or is it? How do you love someone so much....share your bed with him, your body, your happy and sad moments, your every God given day with....all these years of spoken and expressed love with him....and it doesn't feel like he is the one.
Why does it have to be the one you steal out to be with.....??? All these questions and the judgement of her conscience tells her she's doing everything wrong. But he isn't the one! Her lover is single, wealthy, romantic...he gives her the best series of love-making she had never known....until him.
She goes home every night now, to the man she has known all her life...loved all her life...until now. The man she gave her innocence to...her virginity to....but she can't even love him anymore! Why not him? Why her lover and why not her lover......Why not her husband?
THE DIARY OF A CHEATING WIFE
