You can call me coward and wimp or whatever you want for leaving like that and not confronting Rose and you probably will be right. I'm an introvert and quiet man and I have never liked confrontations of any kind and have always tried to avoid them as long as possible. I have always had some self-esteem problems and I have been quite insecure about myself all my life. Rose was probably the only person who could make me feel secure and accepted, and I felt utterly lost when she suddenly seemed to turn her back on me.
My phone came alive on the next day after I had returned home from my sad winter holiday. It was Rose, my so called girlfriend, or was she already my ex-girlfriend. I ignored my phone and didn't answer her calls nor read her texts. Hell, she hadn't answered any of my calls just a few days before, so now it was my turn to be unavailable. She tried and tried until I finally turned my phone off.
On the next day my doorbell rang and when I opened the door, there she was standing outside. First thing I saw was her neck full of dark love bites, and I was sure that her neck wasn't the only place she had them. Jules had marked her so everyone would know to whom she belonged now. I just couldn't stop staring at them. She must know what I was looking at!
"Pete, we need to talk."
Wow, I had been sure that I never in my life would hear those words from her, but there she was, and she just had uttered those magic words. I let her in and shut the door behind her. She stood there in my small living room and looked at me shyly and tentatively. Then she just wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. She pressed her head against my shoulder and didn't say anything, she just hugged me, and I could feel her warmth against me. Some of my pain melted away right there. No words were needed because the old connection that we used to have was still so strong and we both felt it. I knew she still cared about me and I can't deny that it felt good. She lifted her head and looked straight into my eyes, and I saw tears in her eyes.
"I'm so sorry my love," she whispered to my ear and buried her face against my shoulder again.
OK, was she sorry about what she did or was she sorry that she was going to say that she'll leave me? I could hear her suppressed sobs against my shoulder as she hugged me.
"It's so difficult to say what I'm going to tell you but I have always appreciated your honesty and our trust in each other. I don't want to ruin it now. Please remember that I have always loved you and I always will love you no matter what happens."
Ok, there it comes. She looked into my eyes again, tentatively, and I just nodded.
"I have never lied to you. Well actually I have, but just once, and only because I was so ashamed. Not that I would have had something to hide. It was when we were skiing and you hurt your leg. I saw that you had tried to call me but I didn't answer, and later I was so ashamed when I saw that you were injured and I was ignoring you. I was just so ashamed then."
I nodded again.
"Please let's sit down before I tell you the worst thing."
We sat down on my sofa and she held my hands in hers, looking very nervous. And blushed.
"Pete, I had sex with Jules."
"I know that, why don't you tell me something I didn't already know?" I just stared coldly at her astonished face.
"You knew? But how?" She looked so unsure of herself right then.
"Why in hell do you think I left for home earlier? I knew what you'd done and I was so nauseated that I couldn't bear to spend one more moment there."
"Oh my god! How did you know?" she gasped, realizing why I had vanished so suddenly.
"Everyone there could figure out what you were doing with Jules, but you really don't need to tell me why you did it. It was so obvious to everyone. I couldn't compete with a guy like him. He's big, handsome, and rich, and I'm just an average Joe. I understand why you chose a better man over me. But before you leave me permanently, just tell me. Was his bigger cock so much better than mine, does he give you better orgasms, does he fuck you for a longer time and better than me, does he satisfy you better, did his cum feel better in your cunt, did you plan it all beforehand?" And why in hell did you have to drag me there just to be hurt and humiliated? Did I do something so wrong that it was necessary to humiliate and hurt me so much?"
I could feel my anger, and hear my voice rising. Rose just stared at me, her own eyes wide, looking shocked and speechless. Then she began to sob.
"Oh my god no, no, no! Please, no, you can't think that I wanted to hurt you."
"Just tell me what the hell then!" I shouted to her as I had never before.
"Oh please Pete, believe me, I didn't want to hurt or humiliate you in any way. I could never hurt you on purpose. I didn't plan for any of it to happen. And I don't want to leave you, I don't love him, I love only you. We had sex only one night and not after, and I won't ever have sex with him again."
"How about my other questions? Was sex with him so much better?"