This is my first journey into the Loving Wives section. Everything in this story is a fiction. Constructive criticism is welcome, but rudeness and insults are not!
The confession
Rosie was very unwell in her hospital bed; the chemotherapy had left her weak and vulnerable to infection. I was allowed to visit her, but only while I was fully gowned and masked.
Rosie had caught a cold, and the Consultant oncologist had insisted Rosie be kept in quarantine until it had cleared up.
It was a Tuesday afternoon; I had managed to get all my work completed. My Boss John was a gem, he had lost his wife to Cancer a few years previously and knew what we were going through. He cut me a lot of slack to ensure I could be there for Rosie.
I arrived on Hamilton Ward and spoke to the Senior Nurse who told me,
"Rosie is a bit better today; her cold appears to be drying up. We hope to start the next round of treatment next week as planned.
I thanked here and donned the gown and mask as I had done every visit for the past week. I hoped she would be able to come home soon, but it looked unlikely just now.
Perhaps now is the time for a little background. My name is Peter White I am 52, 6 ft tall and well built at 180 Lbs. I try to get to the Gym 4 or 5 times a week and run each day to keep fit to live longer than my father who had died at the age of 62 of a massive Heart Attack. High Blood pressure and heart disease run in my Family. I stopped smoking 8 years ago. My last annual check-up saw me come off the blood pressure meds. And given a clean bill of health, the exercise was doing the trick.
Rosie is 15 years older than me at 67, 5Ft 6, her beautiful long raven black hair has gone as due to the cancer treatment, but her dark brown eyes still sparkle. She has lost so much weight during this brutal treatment. She was a big girl at 210 Lbs, she had always struggled with her weight. Now she weighed 120 Lbs. This illness had taken her well below the weight she wanted to be, life can be so cruel.
Rosie and I met in a local nightclub, on a Wednesday night of 60's 70's & 80's music. On what the locals call Grab a Granny night!
I was 22 years old and had been without a girlfriend for some months. I hadn't planned to go out that evening but got talked into it by Richie and Willie from work. Late in the evening, they had both disappeared. Either they had pulled or left without bothering to tell me. I was about to leave as I had to work the next day, when I saw her alone at the bar. A raven-haired vision. I put on my best swagger approached her and asked her to dance. I fully expected to be rebuffed.
She said, "yes I would love to dance".
And we did until the club closed at 12:30 am.
It had been national no smoking day and the club had been smoke free for the night, as we left together, we both said,
"I am gasping for a smoke!"
That made us laugh.
We both had a smoke we chatted as we headed to the Taxi rank.
I suggested we share a cab, and I would drop her off first and then go on to my flat. When we arrived at her place, she asked "Would you like to come in for a coffee?"
Her eyes sparkled; how could I refuse? I paid the Cab, and we went in to her little flat.
She made us a coffee and put on some light music. We sat and chatted and neither of us noticed how much time had passed.
Then it happened, we kissed, and it was electric, it wasn't long before we had hands everywhere and were removing our clothes.
Skin on skin on the rug in front of the open fire we embraced and before long we were making sweet love. I wasn't very experienced, but I knew the basics, we touched we kissed, she was wet with anticipation, it just happened my rod of flesh knew where to go and what to do. Before long Rosie was panting and arriving at her climax. I felt her vagina clasp my rod as she came, her contraction pulled my orgasm in to her. I felt my hot semen hit deep inside her and I gave a long groan that seemed to go in forever and came from a part of me I did not know existed.
We laid there in front of her fire on the rug momentarily as one being, nothing else mattered the world outside ceased to exist. In that moment we were mated for life.
After a few minutes we both checked the time, it was gone five am. In a panic we cleaned up and got dressed. I was due at work at 07:30 and Rosie had a train to catch at 6.
She called a Taxi and asked for 2 to come. She needed to get the train and I needed to get home to change. As we parted, we exchanged numbers and promised to go out on a date.
We dated for 3 months; we made love as often as we were together. We spent every night together either at her place or mine.
One night Rosie said, "this is silly, why don't we get a place together?"
We both sold our flats and bought a new 2 bedroomed house on the outskirts of town.
We had been living together for 6 months when I took Rosie to dinner at Enrico's, the best Italian restaurant in town. At the end of a spectacular meal, we ordered coffee and then I got down on one knee and asked.
"Would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"
The whole restaurant stared awaiting her answer, it seemed to that an eternity for her answer to come.
Then she smiled and said "yes".
The pace erupted with applause. I placed the ring on her finger, it was a family Heirloom passed down from my Great Grandmother, it filled perfectly. Well of course it did I had it adjusted specially. We embraced and kissed passionately until someone called out.
"Get a room!"
The restaurant erupted with laughter.
We married 3 months later; a church weddings Rosie in beautiful big white dress and me in my best suit. It was a big friends and family affair with one hell of a reception afterwards.
We honeymooned in the Maldives for 14 wonderful days, we relaxed and sunned ourselves by day and made love by night.
9 months later we were blessed with a daughter Elizabeth Rose (Lizzy). Our little Family bumbled along nicely. We had the usual troubles like any family, silly arguments over unimportant issues. We had a real bump 12 years ago. Rosie became withdrawn and depressed; our sex life took a real hit. To be honest it has never been the same again.
Things were so bad for a while, I started drawing up plans for divorce, but when I thought of Lizzy only just a teenager, how do you tell a 13-year-old that the 2 people she needed most were no longer in love. I decided to keep in there and hope against hope that Rosie engaged with me again.
Rosie seemed to start to recover from her fugg after a few months, but I never felt we were as connected as before.
We celebrated our silver anniversary a week before the awful diagnosis of an aggressive lymphoma. Rose had found a couple of lumps in her armpit and saw her GP, not an easy thing with the state of the NHS, but she got an emergency appointment. Within days she was referred to a specialist. He was hopeful it had been caught in time. He had her started on Chemotherapy treatment within 2 weeks.
Rosie had 3 lots of Chemo, and while er immune system was low, she caught a nasty cold which put her in hospital. She was low.
I visited Rosie every day, on this occasion she looked a bit better. As well as you can with brutal cancer treatments and the tail end of a snotty cold.
She looked at me with her big bark Brown eyes and said, "Peter we need to talk!"
I gulped fearing the worst.
"I need to get this off my chest and make my peace in case I don't beat this. I don't know if I am going to survive and there is something you deserve to know".
My heart thudded and my stomach knotted. I had no idea what was coming but I knew it would be bad.
She carried on "Please let me finish before you react!"
I reluctantly agreed.
And then what she told me, made my world spiral away from me.
She said" I need to make a confession; I have been unfaithful to you, and I can't take this to my death with me. I need to confess my sin."
I had no way to react Ok the cancer we would beat, or we wouldn't, we had both accepted that. Never in my worst nightmare had I expected my soulmate to break my heart as well.
I mustered a reply "Why, who and when?"
Tears were running down my face I could feel lunch trying to exit me and my blood pressure rising dangerously. I ran out of the room and to the toilet across the way and emptied my stomach. I took a few minutes to clean myself up and compose myself before returning to Rosie's side.
I could feel a new emotion rising and this was anger.
I let her have it "Why would you do this to me?
She replied timidly "I am so sorry I just wanted to try something exciting and new. I never meant to hurt you."
"What!" I exclaimed.
"Hell Rosie, neither of us were virgins when we met, that's just bullshit!"
I was incandescent with anger, and I barked "So when was this and with who?"
She said nothing, so I asked again this time louder. A nurse arrived and told me to either calm down or leave. I apologised and lowered my voice.
I asked again "when was this and with who?"
She cried and I could see Rosie did not want to tell me.
I asked again "when and with who?" I glared at her and snarled "NOW!"
Through the sobs She quietly managed to say "Mike Smythe, 12 years ago".
Through gritted teeth I just said, "I am going to kill him!" and I got up and left. I dumped the gown and mask on the floor and ran to my car. I sat in my car and just cried, probably for about an hour.
My mobile rang several times, each time it was Rosie and each time I just cancelled the call, and then the texts came.
"I am so sorry".
"Please forgive me".
"Please come back I need you, I need to explain".
I ignored them all and drove home a broken man.
I couldn't believe it Fucking Mike Smythe her ex-boss at SeaTech UK Ltd our supposed friend. I decided there and then he was getting a slap. I thought he and Sarah, his wife were our friends.
I needed to hurt him, I needed revenge, but not tonight. If I had acted, there and then I would have been in a cell waiting trial for murder!
The next morning, I phoned in to work and asked for the rest of the week off for personal issues.
My boss John said, "take all the time you need".
He must have assumed Rosie had taken a turn. I thanked him and said to expect me back Monday.
What the fuck was I going to do, my soulmate and lover had dropped a bomb on me, she had broken my heart.
I needed to confront Mike. I thought about going to his office, but then remembered he had changed jobs a few years ago and I didn't know where or if he was still working. So, I went to his house.
When I got there no one was home. I sat in my car and waited. At 3:30 pm Sarah arrived home. She saw my car and came over.
Sarah was a gorgeous woman the same age as me. Blond with a beautiful face and large blue eyes. Taller than Rosie and with a nice figure and long legs.
We hadn't seen each other for a few years, she recognised me at once and asked me to come in.