Betrayed Chapter 6

Funny; she didn't say it was wrong of her to have an affair in the first place. Nor did she indicate she was going to stop seeing Jeff Spencer.

"You made your point, Baby," she continued. "You are still just as attractive to women as the day I met you. What woman could resist you when you turn on the charm – especially when you start pampering them the way you have always pampered me? Let's face it; we are two beautiful people. We belong together, just as we always have. Can we please put this silly tiff behind us? Come home to me; I miss you."

She made it sound so reasonable – until you looked past the half-truths and misdirection. My lawyer had advised me about this possible scenario. Without re-hashing the Legalese mumbo-jumbo, it came down to this: if I were to take her back now, knowing what I knew, it would, in the eyes of the court, be a tacit acceptance of her infidelity. My iron-clad grounds for divorce would instantly evaporate, leaving me the untenable choice of allowing her to rape me financially in a continued divorce action, or reconcile and become her cuckold.

"I miss you, too," I admitted.

That wasn't a lie. It isn't easy to piss away eight mostly-happy years. Then again, I wasn't about to swallow this most egregious transgression on her part, whatever her rationale. I wasn't exactly facing my uncertain future alone, either.

"I promise I will give it careful thought for the next few days and let you know what I want to do," I finished.

She squeezed my arm and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. I was glad she did not attempt to hug me. Even through the heavy overcoat, that could have led to a problematic 'discovery'.

"Thank you, Sweetheart," she cooed. "I know I can't ask more than that right now. You have always been fair. That is just one of a million things, big and small, I love about you."

Would someone please get me a shovel? This is getting really deep. She gently stroked my cheek with her hand.