Captain Oblivious Pt 02

CAPTAIN OBLIVIOUS PART 2

Nothing but ashes left.

Preamble Ramble: A continuation from Helene's point of view. People have commented that I always have the cheater find happiness in the end. I love a happy ending, this ain't one!

I had finished this story and put it away for a final read through before I posted it. And somehow lost half the story when the program crashed. 6 pages or 2 Lit pages lost and editing. I had to let it lay for a minute before I could back to it because I was so pissed.

By the time I finished this there were a little more than 120 comments. The second most of any of my stories. I purposely did not read any because I didn't want them to taint the direction I was taking the story. But I will read them while I have a good beer, okay cigar and crying towel in hand.

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My biggest secret has just been exposed by my husband Mark. Well, its hard to call it a secret when so many people knew about it. Not only did he expose it but walked out of my life. The families life. He threatened to expose me to my friends and community. He was going to sue my lover for back child support and kick us all out of his house.

Mark found out I had been in a long term affair with my first love, Bart Kent. And even worse, for him, none of the our children are his. Bart was the father of all three. How did I get in this situation? That's easy and hard to explain.

Bart and I dated all through high school. He played football and I was in the band. He was best friends with my brother Dale. They both played together. He was over the house all the time. In his Sophomore year he had a growth spurt and grew 4 inches. He was already one of the biggest kids in the school. Now he was the strongest also. Dale started the Superman nickname and since we were dating I become Lois, Superman and Lois.

Everyone thought we would get married. Hell, I thought we would get married, at least after college. But it wasn't meant to be. He got a scholarship to Carolina to play football. I went High Point an hour away from Chapel Hill. I figured we would still be able to see each other often enough. But between football practice and trying to keep up his grades we would only see each other once or twice a month. I usually had to go to him. We even didn't have time during the summer because of football. It was almost like he had a full time job. He explained it wasn't like high school. He was competing against some of the best players. Not just opponents but guys on his team trying to make the starting line up. We slowly drafted apart. We were still good friends. We just knew it wouldn't work. He would visit my parents house when he was in town or hang out with my brothers. I never saw him dating anyone. I wasn't dating much either. I just focused on school.

I didn't date at all my sophomore year and only about 5 or 6 times in my junior year, Nothing serious, one guy lasted 4 dates before we both agreed it wasn't going anywhere. I had sex with a few. Never enough to get a reputation even in a small school. It was the same way my senior year. It wasn't that I still had feelings for Bart, I was just focused on school.

Bart got drafted by the Arizona Cardinals and played for two years. Then went to Canada and played a year for the Hamilton Tiger-Cats. He stayed up there for 4 years and married some local woman.

During this time I had graduated college with a degree in Human Resources. I got a job at Piedmont Engineering. I met Mark in the emergency room of all places. Our friends were in the same accident but different cars. Talking to him was very refreshing and also he was reassuring me about Beth's injuries. He gave me his phone number and asked me to call. I almost forgot because I was helping my friend who had a broken leg and something blew up at work I had to deal with. It was nearly two weeks before I called him. I was glad he remembered who I was and we set a time for a date. It was really nice. He was a good guy. Very polite, not pushy, Had his own business and already owned his own home. Looking back he was the total opposite of Bart. I feel hard for him.

We dated for two months before he introduced me to his parents. They had dinner together every Sunday. How Norman Rockwell is that? His family accepted me with open arms. They are really great people.

The only hiccup was six months after we started dating I took him to my parents house for the weekend. The lived 3 hours away in Wilmington. The weekend was a disaster. My father and brothers consider themselves alpha males. They are all over 6 foot 3 inches tall. They all played football. My father owns 5 used car dealerships along the coast. From Charleston, South Carolina to Morehead City North Carolina. They started on Mark almost immediately. Belittling his business and anything else they could. And they kept bringing up Bart. My biggest mistake was not defending him. And to make it worst I over reacted when I saw Bart who had been invited to dinner that Sunday without my knowledge. I ran from Mark and jumped into Bart's arms and gave him a big hug. I almost kissed him. Thank God I didn't. Things got worse as I pretty much ignored him the rest of the day catching up with what was going on in Bart's life.

The ride home was terrible. Mark laid into me about how I acted the whole weekend. It took me a while realize it was all on me. He was upset with the way my family treated him. He was furious with the fact that I didn't speak up for him. I knew he was really mad when he dropped me off at my apartment. I stayed a lot at his house. He didn't even open the door, help me with my suitcase or walk me to my door. He just drove off. I got my back up and got mad with the way he was acting. We didn't talk to each other for almost a month. When I saw him at Golden Corral things went sideways again because of my pride. I was there with some co-workers but looking at it, three women and three men it could have looked like a group date even in the middle of the day. I talked to my friend Diane and she set me straight. She explained if I was going to be in a serious relationship that may lead to marriage that my husband would have to come before my family. She said I was wrong on all accounts. And she asked if I really loved Mark or it was just a passing fancy. I knew I loved Mark with all my heart.

I called Mark the next to day clear the air. We met at a local bar and talked for a while. It took some doing, he was still mad but I promised to put him first going forward. It took another 2 weeks to get back to where we were before that fateful weekend.

But that weekend with my parents was the beginning of the end for me. Even though it took almost 16 years. My brothers always wanted me to be with Bart. It didn't matter that he was already married and I was in love with Mark. They felt it was fate. I later found out my father had hired and even paid for him to move back home from Hamilton. Dale gave him my email address and 6 months later he started emailing me. Mark had proposed by then and we had even set a date. I told Bart I loved Mark and wasn't interested in anything he wanted except friendship. If Bart was anything it was persistent. He offered one last fling before the wedding and I turned him down. He was at our wedding of course being a long time friends of the my family and he acted like a gentleman. Maybe since his wife was there more than anything.

Everything was good between Mark and I. My job was going great. His business was growing and we were happy. Three months later I got another email from Bart. It started slowly, the seduction. First it started out just catching up, then little by little it got more and more flirty. Like a fool I broke down and arranged to meet one time and one time only. I was visiting my parents once a month anyway so I knew I could get away with it. Mark didn't come with me very often because he didn't like them and the feeling was returned. So Mark would never know.

That one time turned into almost 6 months. He had changed sexually since school. I guess being older and having more experience he really rocked my world. He was much larger than Mark easily by 2 inches and had more girth. And he learned how to eat pussy. He must have fucked me four times that weekend. Leaving that motel I knew I would be back for more. I had a very satisfying sex life with Mark. But they were different people with different styles. I felt bad about what I did but couldn't stop. Until I found out I was pregnant. I didn't know who was the father, Mark or Bart. It frightened me to the core. I thought what kind of wife am I. Married less than 2 years and don't know who the father of my child is. I couldn't bring myself to get an abortion. So I keep it. I told Bart he might be the father. He and his wife Jessica already had two girls and was pregnant with another. Of course Mark thought it was his. Why would he have doubts, to him I was the faithful loyal wife to him.

Tom was born 7 months later. As a baby he didn't favor either one. They both had dark hair and brown eyes. I had already cut Bart off. Yes I was feeling guilty for the first time. I thought no one knew my secret until a dinner at my parents house and my father mentioned something about Mark knowing who the real father was. I almost passed out. Bart had told them all he might be the father. I got a DNA test done the next week. Mark wasn't the father. I was devastated. It might not seem like it but I do love Mark. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I just craved Bart's cock. I went cold turkey for the nearly seven months. Bart would email me occasionally and we finally started back up. I got pregnant again. This time with the twins, Shari and Beth. Neither Mark or Bart's family had ever had twins. I told Bart I couldn't do it anymore. I never checked to see who the father of the girls was. I didn't want to know. Mark got snipped saying 3 kids were enough. I did feel awful knowing that he may not actually have three children.

I planned to take that secret to my grave. I had admonished my family to never reveal to Mark about the parentage of Tom. I threatened that they would never see their grandchild or me again.

We were enjoying a beautiful life. We would go on vacations once a year as a family and alone as a couple. He would come by my job with flowers or to take me to lunch. My co-workers where always saying how jealous they were. Everything was good and I was the faithful wife. Until I wasn't.

I still saw Bart sometimes when I visited my parents. But for a long time nothing happened. The kids were 7 and 9. He started with the emails again. It only took a month before we were back in bed at the Seaside Motel every Saturday when I visited my parents. As the kids got older they started asking where I went every Saturday night. I told them I went out with old friends but then I didn't get back until Sunday Morning. Shari saw Bart bring me home one morning when my car wouldn't start. That caused them to ask more questions. I don't know if they believed what I told them. Kids are smarter then parents give them credit for. The questions stopped when they were 11 and 9.

Bart and I had sex once a month for the next four years. Mark didn't have a clue just like before. My family turned a blind eye to my behavior. I think they all hoped Bart and I would get together as a couple again. In all honestly I didn't like Bart except for the sex. He was arrogant and self centered. I didn't know if he genuinely cared about me or the fact that he was screwing another mans wife.

As I said, everything was perfect, I had a great husband who loved and was devoted to me, wonderful children, a good job and lovely home. And wild crazy sex once a month. I never denied Mark and was especially loving whenever I got back from my parents.

I realized he wasn't the only one who was oblivious. Out of nowhere one day he sprung on me that he knew about Tom not being his child. And that the girls weren't his also. He said he had proof that Bart was the father of all three. At first I denied it. I tried to bluster my way through. They say the best defense is a good offense. Unless its the Carolina Panthers vs the 85 Chicago Bears. He was the Bears and just bulldozed through any argument I had. There was nothing I could say so I didn't say anything. My carefully built world was crashing down around me. When he started quoting those old emails I knew my goose was cooked. I started to cry. Normally he would comfort me in those times but he just even more cruel if that was possible. He asked why I was crying, He said "Now you can go have your Superman." Except I didn't want Superman. I wanted Mark. He was everything to me.

I remember what he said before he left. Not only is he filing for divorce but he's going to sue Bart for back child support and fraud. That I only have a month to find a place to stay. That can't be right, the mother always gets the house because of the kids. Then I remembered, the house was his before we got married. He would never put the kids out, He loved them. I can't believe he would do that. He started his business before than also. I was royally screwed. I didn't know what else to do except call my father. Even though it was almost 10pm I called anyway. This couldn't wait.

He picked up on the fourth ring, "Daddy, I need your help. Mark found out about Bart and me. He knows the kids aren't his!" I knew I sounded hysterical because that's how I felt. "

"Slow down, slow down. You say Marks about what again?"

"He knows everything, That Tom, Shari and Beth aren't his, About me sleeping with Bart. Everything! He's threatening to throw me out of the house. I don't know what to do."

After a beat he finally responded, "First off don't do anything stupid. By that I mean try to contact him or ask for his forgiveness. Now you and Bart can finally be together. It's that you always wanted isn't it?"

"NO, I love Mark, I want to be his wife, its all I ever wanted. We're supposed to be together forever" I was starting to sound desperate. "You have to help me fix this!"

"You want to stay with Mark? Then why the hell would you be fucking Bart all these years? Shit girl, you had three of his kids and passing them off as Marks. To him everyday was a lie. As much I don't like him there ain't no coming back from this. Shit girl, I'll make sure you get whats coming to you in the divorce. Maybe I'll drive over and have a man to man talk with him. Let him know how things will go from now on. He signed the Birth Certificate so the state considers him the father. Just relax and I'll handle everything. Don't talk to him or call him until I get a lawyer for you. I'll get the biggest shark in the city on this."

"I don't want a divorce. I want to fight it. I love Mark with everything I have!"

"God Damn girl, do you know how stupid that sounds after everything you've done. You need to get your head out of your ass right now. Getting the best deal from a divorce is your only option right now. If your mom had been doing what you did to Mark her ass would be on the street so fast there would be a sonic boom. Let me handle this. I'll call you tomorrow." And he hung up.

I sat on the couch crying. I love Mark, I always have. I always will. Why can't he see that. I've been the best wife I could. I fell asleep right there. Surrounded by the evidence of my infidelity.

I was awaken by the kids coming down the steps into the living room. I heard Shari gasped as she saw me sprawled across the couch and all the papers spread all over the living room. She was picking them reading them. "Give me that, its none of your business!" Telling a kid not to do something is always going to make them want to do it more. She pulled them me as she continued reading.

"What is this Mom? Is this Uncle Bart? Wait, you where sleeping with him weren't you?" She was yelling at me.

By then Beth came into the room. She also saw the papers spread all over. She reached for a pile still in the coffee table. Unfortunately it was the cover letter to the DNA test Mark had done. Her got wide as she read them. "Oh My God, This says Dad isn't our father! Mom what is this? How can this be?' the more questions she asked the more tears streamed down her face. 'How can dad not be our father?" Beth broke down crying right there on the floor.

"Where is Dad at Mom?' Shari asked me. 'I need to talk to my father right now!" She demanded.

"He left, I'm sure he'll be back soon" Trying to sound confident when I had none at all.

'He's not coming back." It was Tom coming down the stairs. He said with no emotion at all. He stopped in front me next to his sisters. "I know he's not coming back. I heard everything last night. You been sleeping with Uncle Bart from the time you got married. That me, Shari and Beth are his biological kids and not Dad's. He's divorcing you and kicking us all out of the house. Isn't it true Mom?"

I felt faint. The room was spinning and nothing was in focus. I heard Tom talking. I didn't know what he was saying. I wanted to respond but nothing came out. What could I say? That his Dad was a liar. That I loved their father. I shook my head to think clearly. "This is between your father and me. Its all a misunderstanding. We'll sort this out in no time."

Tom just looked at me. I noticed he didn't favor Mark physically but he had his mannerisms. The way he cocked his head when the was thinking. "When you say father to you mean Bart or Mark?" That was a kick in the head. "Is that why Dad never came to visit with Bub and Nanny?' Using their nicknames for my parents. 'Is that why he hated coming down there?"

"I said this is between your father and me. You only have one father and that's Mark. I'm going to make breakfast." I got up and walked to the kitchen. I could hear the kids talking in the living room. I busied myself to keep my mind busy. I made eggs, bacon, hash browns and biscuits and called the kids down to eat. I got no response. I went to the stairs and yelled for them to come down and still got no response. I went up the steps to see what was going on and found the girls packing a suitcase. "What are you doing?' I asked in surprise.

"We're packing. We decided to go to Pop Pop and Mom Mom's house for a while. Their coming to get us in a few minutes." Shari said with finality.

"You are not going anywhere young lady. I'm you're mother and you will do as I say. So you can just take your clothes and put them back right now!" I yelled at them. They both turned to look at me. Just then the doorbell rang. I heard Tom running to the door. I looked out to see him with his own suitcase going down the stairs.

He opened the door and Mark's parents where there. They came into the foyer and stopped when they saw me standing there. I've always been good friends with Jeff and Faye. They have always treated me like another daughter. I stopped short when I seen the look on their faces. They were resolute. "We need to talk to you Helene." and told Tom to put his bag in the car and get the girls. "They kids are staying here. Tom put your stuff back in your room." He looked between me and his grandparents.

"Tom go to your room for a minute. Helene we're hear to talk to you, not argue." Jeff said softly as he walked to the living room followed by Faye.

They were sitting on the sofa and I stood at the entry way. Faye looked up at me. "Mark told us what was going on a couple of weeks ago. We didn't want to believe it at first. We loved you and love the kids. I thought there was no way you would cheat on him let alone have children outside the marriage. He only suspected at first but the more he looked the more he found. Eventually it was all proven true. Tom called me this morning very upset asking to be picked up. We figured they had found out what happened. They need some time Helene, Some time to come to grips with whats happening. Their world has tuned upside down and its a lot for kids to deal with. And please trust us when we say we will not say anything negative against or about you. While you have been a crappy wife you were always a good mother."