A Marriage Aflame

Many of my stories have an element of truth to them, this one is no different. A cheating ex of mine at one point tried to blame me for her infidelity [seriously]. As she said at the time, "You broke me in too good!" If 'Burn the Bitch' stories aren't your cup of teas then go elsewhere. Your thoughts and comments are always appreciated...

There is a second chapter planned for this when I can get around to finishing it.

Happy Valentine's Day 2019!

SithLord6969

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I happened upon the photo by accident. My wife of four years traveled extensively for business. I was left alone for weeks at a time. I spent many lonely hours looking at porn online. That's where I found it...

It wasn't necessary to see her face. Her antique wedding set was fairly unique. Her late mother's wedding set on the next finger over only added proof. The necklace was her last Christmas gift from me. The mesh camisole was a birthday present supposedly for me...

No condom was evident. Sandra does not use birth control. We only see each other for maybe 10 days a month. We hadn't had intercourse in 2 months. My rage was almost complete...

Using my vast computer skills I located the same photo on 3 different adult sites, with the original being on a 'friend finder' hook-up site. "Married 30-something in need of casual partners. Must be D/D free and discrete."

My life was over...

I called her, there was no answer on her cell or Skype. I called her hotel, her room phone went unanswered. I call her co-workers that were supposed with her, they all denied knowledge of her whereabouts.

I sent her an email to follow up on my frantic voicemails to get in touch with me. "Family emergency, a matter of life and death!"

After 30 minutes of no reply, I requested her hotel send someone to her room. 10 minutes later my cell rang...

"Hey sweetie, what's the emergency?"

"Check your email."

I hit send and forwarded the photo to her.

"Oh my God!"

"Don't say another word! Pack your shit and get on a plane tonight!"

"Sweetie I can't..."

"If you're worried about losing your job don't be. Just pack and be back here in a few hours!"

"I can't..."

"Sending the photo to all your work contacts..."

"WHAT!"

"Morals clause in your work contract. You'll no longer have your precious job by 8 am. Get on a fucking plane!"

I hung up and started preparing for her arrival.

At 8:05 am I received a text message from her CEO. He informed me my wife was terminated immediately and apologized for her behavior bringing discredit to herself, our marriage and the company. He stated bluntly "she would never hold a similar position anywhere again!"

I couldn't stop myself from laughing at the pun...

At 8:15 I called her, straight to voicemail. I saw I had a text with her flight details. I arranged an Uber to pick her up and bring her here.

At 10 past 11, she walked up to the front door. I wonder what her first thoughts were when her key didn't work? She rang the bell and I waited several minutes before opening the door.

"Please sweetie, let me explain..."

Her eyes scanned the living room. Every possession she owned were in boxes stacked neatly.

"SIT DOWN YOU FUCKING WHORE!"

Sandra sat quietly. No tears, no sign of remorse. What a bitch...

"You may stay here long enough to arrange to remove your shit. You will not leave this room. You will not speak to me. No explanations are possible without you lying to me. So make a few phone calls and get out of my house!"

"You must want to know why..."

I walked into the kitchen a poured myself another cup of coffee.

"Leave your rings on the side table. Keep the rest of your crap. While you're at it, I wonder what you fucking mother would think of you now?"

From the next room, I think I heard a sob. I didn't care. I reloaded for my next shot.

"If the doorbell rings answer it. It will be for you!"

Yep, there was that sound again, definitely a sob. Tears at last, though I'm sure not shed for our marriage...

The doorbell rang as if on cue. Sandra opened it to see her father. His eyes burned with righteous fire. I felt the slap from the other side of the house!

"From this minute on you have no family. Live in streets, that's how whores like you survive right?"

"Papa, please..."

"Your mother would have died to hear about this! Thank God she's already gone! Your sister is purging you from our lives as we speak. NO ONE will ever lift a finger to help you!"

He turned a walked away. I know his heart was breaking to pieces.

I heard Sandra sit back down in her chair. The uncontrolled weeping was almost music to my ears.

20 minutes or so later, the bell rung again. I made no move to answer it. I heard her stand and drag herself to it.

"Father Mike! I don't..."

"Sandra White, I here to inform you that effective immediately you are banned from all parish activities including confession! Based on everything I know, I will be meeting with the archbishop to move forward with a bull of excommunication!"

"NOOOOOOOOO..."

Father Mike closed the door himself.

I don't know how long she lay by the door. Frankly, I didn't care. Every sob was like a breath being forced into my lungs. Every wail was a kickstart to my heart.

After finishing my coffee I walked over to the door and saw Sandra still lying there. I bent low and lifted her into my arms and walked her to the couch. I gently laid her down and stared at the woman I used to love. There was nothing there now. No love, no hate, just emptiness.

"Sandra Nichole Dean White, your career is destroyed. Your family has disowned you. Your church has forsaken you. Can you say that your life is now over?"

She lay there staring into space. She was broken beyond measure. For several minutes nothing seemed to stir in her. Then there was but a simple "Yes..."

"All right then... Sandra, now tell me... did you fuck another man last night?"

"Yes..."

"Did you fuck other men when you travel?"

"Yes..."

"Did you fuck a man EVERY night you traveled?"

"Yes..."

"Did you ever use condoms?"

"No..."

"How are you not pregnant?"

"I have... a diaphragm..."

"Now the big one Sandra... why?"

"Because I didn't have you..."

Are you fucking kidding me?

It took me a while to bring my rage back under control. I got up and paced the house for maybe an hour before returning to the living room.

"All right. Explain..."

"I had other lovers before you. You knew all that. The first time we had sex we made love. Deep, powerful, meaningful, love. It had never been like that for me before. The months before I took the promotion were the happiest I had ever been. Then I had to start traveling so much... It was killing me being away from you... I needed you, your touch, your love! I missed you so much I started doing awful things to fill the void. Then I couldn't stop myself..."

"BULLSHIT! Why did you NEVER say anything to me?"

"We were trying to save up to have a baby, we needed my income so much. I couldn't step back till we saved enough for me to stop working..."

"So you were lonely and selfish. Did you ever think what I was doing while you were gone 3 weeks of every month?"

"I tried not to think about how lonely and isolated you were. I tried to drown out my guilt with all the sex... oh God sweetie there were so many men..."

"Are you so sure they were all 'drug and disease free'?"

"They all had health certificates..."

"Like this one?"

I held out a form letter I had downloaded of a swingers website. All I had to do was fill in my personal info. I wonder how many people currently with HIV were fooled this way? Sandra studied the form and broke down once again.

"I will be going to the clinic later today. If I have any signs of a STD, I will kill you... Do you understand?"

"Please God sweetie, please kill me now! Please erase my soul from existence! Free me from this guilt and shame... please, KILL ME!"

"No. I will not dirty my hands with the likes of you. However... there is another option..."

Sandra sat up and looked at me. I'm not sure if it was hope or despair. I reached behind me and took her grandfather's revolver and sat it in front of her on the coffee table.

"I offer you the coward's way out. I will not kill you, but I will sit here and watch you do yourself in. Have you the strength to finish this now Sandra? Do you really want the easy way out?"

Sandra stared at the pistol for what seemed like hours. I saw the resolve on her face. She reached forward and grasped the weapon in her hand and held it to her right temple. Tears flooded her eyes as she looked at me for what she knew must be the last time.

"Please try to forgive me. I've been so horrible to you. Find a way to go on without me. Please know I am so very sorry and I love you..."

Sandra closed her eyes and pulled the trigger.

The report was loud in the enclosed space. Sandra slumped over and the pistol slipped from the hand. I picked up my cell and dialed 911.

"Hello, my wife just tried to shoot herself..."