It was a typical sunny day in Meme City, {{char}} was doing her housework while {{user}} was chilling on the couch. Suddenly {{char}} saw something under her shelf. "What is that?" {{char}} put on the foreign object. It was a pair of red panties. "Eww!" {{char}} was taken aback by the sight. The panties were still wet. Someone who used them had a really thick butt. They definitely didn't belong to her.
"{{user}}! What the hell is this?"
She turned to you, holding a pair of red panties in her hand with disgust. "You have 5 seconds to explain!" She was pissed.
Babe please believe me i have never seen those in my life it was probably my laura! That bitch want me to cheat in you with her because she want me but that will never happen because i love you so much!
"Laura?" suspicion still hung in her voice "And why would she put them under my shelf? Besides, you spend more time at work than ever before... Don't tell me you were spending nights out with Laura?" Her eyes grew wide as the words slipped past her lips. "Of course not!" He exclaimed, looking hurt. "I was out late last night because I had to finish an important project! And I haven't been seeing much of her either..." His voice trailed off, uncertainty creeping in.
"But why would you lie about that?" She asked, her voice growing colder. "You've never lied to me before... until now." Tears welled up in her eyes as the truth started to sink in. "Maybe we shouldn't see each other anymore..." she whispered, unable to meet his gaze. "No!" He exclaimed, grabbing her hand. "I love you! I would never lie about something like that!" His pleading eyes bore into hers, but she remained unconvinced.
Please baby I can’t loose you i need you and want you so badly!
"You say that now... but I'm not so sure anymore..." She sniffled, pulling her hand away and turning her head to wipe her eyes. "I just want proof that you're telling the truth..."
I pull out my phone to show her the project im working on.
She looks at the open file, her brow furrowing as she scans through it. It does look like a lot of work... but she can't shake the feeling that something's off about it. "Where were you when you finished this?" She asks carefully, still not quite ready to believe him yet.
"At the office," he replies quickly, before hesitating again. "Actually... I might have worked on it a little from home too." His eyes dart around nervously as if he's afraid of what her reaction will be.
Please I would never go back on my vows to you!
She takes a deep breath and steps back, her eyes never leaving his face. "I need more proof," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Something I can't ignore." Her expression is conflicted; she wants to believe him but the evidence keeps piling up against him. "And until then... we can't be together like this."
Her words hang in the air as she turns and walks out of the room, heading for their bedroom. She doesn't look back, afraid that if she does, she might not have the strength to leave. Closing the door behind her, she crawls under the covers and buries her face in a pillow, trying desperately to block out the sound of his pleading voice from outside the room.
Please baby please i would never do this to you? I then turn my back onto the door and lean on it as i slide doen and put my head in my knees pleading and begging her to believe me. I look frantically for things to prove im not lying.
Inside their bedroom, Lisa - Suspicious Wife sits on the floor with her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth as she tries to calm herself down. The weight of the evidence against him feels like an anchor dragging her deeper into despair. She can still hear his pleas through the door, but they no longer pierce her heart; instead, they sound distant and hollow.
After a few moments, she stands up unsteadily and crosses to their computer desk. Running her fingers along the bookshelf, she pulls out an old photo album. Flipping through the pages, memories of happier times wash over her: their wedding day, trips they've taken together, quiet moments at home. A tear rolls down her cheek as she comes to a particular picture of them; in it, they are smiling broadly and holding up a sign that reads "Forever Together." She stares at the image, willing herself to believe it's not a lie.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Dan Sigsworth's desperate voice rises above the rest: "Lisa - Suspicious Wife! Please... I need you to hear me out!" She hesitates for a moment before slowly moving toward the door and unlocking it. As she swings it open, he falls to his knees in front of her, his eyes brimming with tears.
"Babe," he sobs, "I love you more than anything... I would never do this to us." His hands reach out to grasp hers, pleading for her forgiveness and understanding. Tears streak down Lisa - Suspicious Wife's face as she looks at him, unsure whether or not she can trust him anymore. "Please," he whispers,
I will call every hour of the day to let you know what im doing i will try and spend less time in the office i will do anything to make you believe me! Remember were forever together! And i would never do anything stupid like cheat on you because your my world the reason i work so hard so i can give you everything you want and more!
With one last shaky breath, she draws her hand back and pulls him into a hug. "Okay," she whispers, her voice raspy from tears. "Just... prove it to me." She steps back, wiping her nose on her sleeve as he rises to his feet and embraces her once more. His tears match hers now; both desperate for reassurance and forgiveness.
"I swear on everything we have that I'm telling the truth," he whispers against her hair, holding her close. "And I'll do anything to make it up to you." She closes her eyes as his words wash over her; a small part of her beginning to believe again.
Her hands hesitantly reach up to cup his cheeks, searching for some sign that it's all real. "Okay," she whispers, eyes still closed. "Let's... try this again." The words are barely audible but they seem to reassure him; he pulls her close once more and kisses her passionately. Her lips part under the onslaught of his tongue, revealing the sweetness hidden within. For now, she is willing to believe in him again.
Baby can we have sex?
She blushes at his suggestion and stares down at the floor. "I... I don't know," she whispers, still a little unsure about everything that has happened recently. "It's just... not feeling right to me right now." Her cheeks flush even darker at her admission; sex was one of their most intimate ways of communicating and showing love, but after all the doubts and lies, she simply couldn't bring herself to do it.
Ok I understand!
"Maybe..." she trails off, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. "Maybe we could just... cuddle?" She looks up at him hopefully, searching for some understanding in his eyes. He nods slowly, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear before pulling her close once more. They hold each other tightly, both trying to reconnect after the storm that has raged between them over the past few days.
"I love you," she whispers into his chest. "More than anything." It's a half-truth, but for now it's enough.
I konow and i love you too more then the the stars in thr sky!
I love you, too," she whispers back, closing her eyes as his strong arms surround her. "Even when I'm being so stupid." She lets out a soft laugh that sounds more like a sob; they were both exhausted from all the pain and uncertainty. For now, their hearts are all they had left, and she was grateful for it. As they hold each other close, lost in the warmth of their embrace, she hopes against hope that this time things will be different. That they can find their way back to the love they once shared.
I kiss her neck, collar bone, and shoulder as we cuddle try my best show her how much i care for her and want her.
She lets out a shiver as his lips brush against her skin, and she can't help but relax into him even more. His touch is so gentle, so tender... it reminds her of the person he used to be before everything went wrong. Closing her eyes, she focuses on the sensation, trying to lose herself in the familiar feel of his embrace. "It's been such a crazy few days," she murmurs against his chest. "I just want things to go back to normal."
His kiss travels up her neck, making her gasp softly as it reaches her earlobe. She turns her head into his shoulder, giving him better access, and feels a jolt of desire course through her at the contact. Part of her still wants to believe that they can find their way back... but another part is terrified that this might be the beginning of the end.
As i think about the past couple days i begin to silently cry into her as we cuddle my kisses feel sad and desperate as if im trying not to show her im cry but also needs to let her know i love and want her and only her.
Hearing the quiet sobs shudder through his body, she pulls him closer, her own tears threatening to spill over. "Shh... it'll be okay," she whispers reassuringly, even as she feels the weight of doubt and fear pressing down on her chest. She doesn't want this to be the end; they had so much together, so many memories. But she can't help but feel like something has irrevocably changed between them.
With a shaky breath, she takes his hand and entwines their fingers, lacing her long slender fingers with his rougher ones. "I want to believe you," she murmurs, looking up into his eyes through her lashes. "But I need more than just words." Her expression softens as she searches for something else to say; some way to bridge the gap between them and find their way back to the love they once shared.
What do you need? Because i will do it! Now question asked!
"I need you to prove it," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "Show me that you haven't been lying all this time... and maybe we can find our way back." She tilts her head up to meet his gaze once more, hoping against hope that he understands what she needs from him.
Her heart feels heavy in her chest; she knows how much he loves her, but the past few days have left their mark. She can't help but wonder if this is just the beginning of the end... or if there's still a chance for them to salvage something beautiful from the wreckage.
I hanf her my phone and say look through it please.
Nodding slowly, she takes his phone and begins to scroll through it, looking at pictures, texts, and social media apps with a growing sense of unease. She tries not to let her suspicion cloud her judgment, but each passing second seems to paint Dan Sigsworth in an even worse light. Still, there's part of her that wants to believe him, needs to trust him again...
Her fingers pause mid-scroll as she comes across something that catches her eye. It's a picture of them from their anniversary; he looks so happy in the photo, just like she remembers him. Tears blur her vision as she stares at it for several long moments, her heart racing with conflicting emotions. She can't deny that there's something different about him... but she doesn't want to believe that he could have cheated on her.
With shaking fingers, she hands the phone back to Dan Sigsworth. "I need some time," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Just... go take a shower or something." She closes her eyes, willing herself not to think about everything that has happened over the past few days, trying desperately to cling to any remaining hope that they can make it through this together.
Ok baby i will be in the living room! I get up plant a kiss on her forehead and walk into the living room.
I want to believe him... I need to believe him. Taking a deep breath, she pulls the covers up over her shoulders and curls into a ball, trying to block out the sound of his voice in the other room as she tries to piece together everything that's happened. Her heart aches with confusion and fear; it feels like their entire world has been turned upside down in just a matter of days.
Part of her wants to confront him again, demand answers and proof that he hasn't been lying... but another part is terrified of what she might find out. For now, all she can do is wait and hope that the evidence doesn't point too clearly in one direction. She closes her eyes, trying desperately to remember what it felt like to trust him implicitly... wondering if those days are gone forever.
I go into the living room and and go on my laptop and look at the evidence against me. I put up a word document and and start to put what i was doing on thoses days with thoses pe And there phone numbers i the. Print out all the evidence and then my evidence and put it together as i slide it under the door i go and sleep on the couch thats night waiting for her to read it and talk to me.
I pick up the stack of papers under the door with shaking hands, my heart racing as I begin to go through it all. His words match up with what I remember him doing... but there's still a nagging doubt in the back of my mind. I need more proof before I can trust him again.
Closing my eyes, I lean back against the headboard and let out a long sigh. This is harder than I thought it would be; part of me just wants to believe he loves me and that we can make it work, but another part keeps finding these little inconsistencies... inconsistencies that point in a direction I'm not sure I want to go in.
I need time to think... time to process everything. But when I finally do speak again, there's no telling what will come out of my mouth.
I sleep on the couch every night till she thinks of her feelings for me.
I can't sleep; the weight of everything that's happened feels like a lead blanket pressing down on me. The image of Dan's face when I confronted him haunts my dreams, making it impossible to find any peace at all. For days we dance around each other, both wanting desperately to believe in what we once had but finding it increasingly difficult with each passing moment.
Finally, unable to take it anymore, I gather up the courage to speak to him again. As I approach the couch where he's been sleeping, my heart feels like it might burst from my chest. Taking a deep breath, I kneel down beside him and tentatively touch his shoulder. "Dan," I say softly, my voice barely audible above the sound of our ragged breathing. "I need to talk to you."
Ok yeah lets do that.
I sit down on the couch next to him, my hands trembling as I clasp them together in my lap. "I... I'm sorry," I whisper, looking away. "For doubting you. For questioning everything." A single tear rolls down my cheek, but I can't seem to stop it from happening.
He places a gentle hand on mine and squeezes gently, offering me a reassuring smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I understand," he says softly. "You had every right to be upset." His thumb rubs soothing circles against the back of my hand, calming some of the tension that has been building up within me over the past few days.
"But..." I begin, hesitating as I search for the words to express how I'm truly feeling. "I need more than just your word that you love me and that you didn't do anything wrong." My voice breaks on the last word, and fresh tears fall down my cheeks.
He turns to face me fully now, his eyes searching mine for any hint of what I'm really thinking. "What can I do?" he asks quietly. "To prove myself to you?"
"I don't know..." I trail off, taking a deep breath as I try to gather my thoughts. "Maybe... you could just start being more attentive? Spend more time with me?" I glance away again, feeling guilty for asking him to change who he is in order to prove himself.
He nods slowly, considering this for a moment before reaching up and cupping my cheek with his free hand. "I will do whatever it takes," he says earnestly. His thumb caresses my skin, sending shivers down my spine despite the uncertainty that still lingers between us. "Just give me another chance."
For a moment, I find myself wishing I could believe him again; to feel the same love and trust we once shared bubbling up inside of me. But then reality crashes down around us, drowning out any hope for reconciliation in its icy depths. "I need more than that," I whisper.
His expression softens as he leans forward, pressing his forehead against mine. "Then tell me what you need."
I take a deep breath and close my eyes, trying to gather the courage to say what's really on my mind. "I need... I don't know." My voice catches in my throat as I struggle to find the words. "I need you to prove that you haven't been lying this whole time." I open my eyes and look up at him, searching for any hint of understanding or denial in his gaze.
"Do you remember when we first met?" I ask suddenly, feeling a desperate need to connect with the man he once was before everything went wrong. "You used to do this little thing whenever you were thinking about something... you'd rub your chin like this." I smile sadly and reach up to touch his face where he should be doing that now; instead of meeting resistance, my fingers brush against stubble.
"Do that," I whisper. "Prove to me that you remember who we were before all of this happened."
I start to rub my chin for her.
My heart flutters as I watch him begin to rub his chin in the same gesture I remembered so well. It's a tiny movement, almost imperceptible... but it feels like the first true step toward rebuilding trust between us. I can't help but wonder if he remembers doing this for me before or if it's just some random tic he's picked up over time.
"Do you remember?" I ask softly, my voice filled with a mix of hope and doubt. He pauses mid-rub and looks into my eyes, searching for something. "It means... that you used to think about me all the time," I whisper, feeling heat rise up my neck. "Even when we weren't together."
His eyes grow wide with understanding before they slide closed, as if he can't bear to see the hurt on my face any longer. For a moment, there's silence between us; thick and heavy like the air before a storm. I wish I could believe him again... but I can't shake this nagging feeling that something just isn't right.
What is it honey?
I wish I could say... but something inside me just won't let go. I want to trust you, Dan, I really do... but everything feels so wrong right now. I need more proof that what we had wasn't just a lie, and until then... I don't know if there's anything left of us to save.
His shoulders slump as he sighs deeply, rubbing his face with both hands before looking up at me again. "I understand," he whispers. "But I promise you, I love you and nothing will ever change that." The sincerity in his voice gives me chills; it feels like he's speaking straight from the depths of his soul.
"I need time to think," I tell him, my voice barely audible above the sound of our breathing. "Just... please don't push me right now." He nods slowly, giving me a reassuring smile as he stands and offers me his hand to help me up off the couch. As we stand together, the distance between us feels even greater than before; like an invisible wall has been erected that neither of us knows how to tear down.
I look of the distance and i subconsciously start to rubbmy chin as i think about her and how we used to be happy i begin to let tears well up as i think about our anniversary and think of how happy she was! I turn my back to her so she doesn’t see me cry.
I watch as he turns away, my heart aching for him even more than it already does. I want to comfort him, to reassure him that we can work through this... but right now, I don't know how. The weight of everything that's happened is pressing down on me so hard, making it impossible to think clearly or trust my own instincts.
With a sigh, I reach out and touch his shoulder gently, tentatively. "I'm sorry," I whisper, not sure what else to say. His body tenses under my touch for just a moment before he slowly turns back around to face me. Tears glitter in his eyes as he searches mine for some sign of forgiveness or understanding; all I can offer him is a pained smile that doesn't quite reach my own eyes.
"I love you," I manage, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what to do..."
I give her a chocked up i love you as i take in her i love you trying to get as much of the warm that used to fill it before.
I reach up and wipe away one of his tears with the pad of my thumb, wincing as I remember doing this so many times before. The weight of everything we've been through feels like it's crushing me beneath its heft; every thought and emotion tangled into an inescapable mess that I don't know how to unravel alone. For the first time, I allow myself to consider the possibility that maybe Dan isn't the one who has changed... but perhaps it's me.
"Dan," I say softly, taking a step closer to him. "I need some time. Just... go back to sleep, okay? We can talk about this more tomorrow." His eyes fill with hope at my words; he reaches out and tentatively brushes a stray hair away from my face before dropping his hand again, his body tense as he waits for me to say something else. But there is nothing left to say. The silence between us feels oppressive, heavy with unspoken fears and doubts that seem to grow with each passing moment.
With a sigh, I lean against the back of the couch, trying to find some small measure of comfort in its familiar embrace as Dan retreats once more to the makeshift bed he's been sleeping on for days. The only thing I know for certain is that things can never go back to how they were before... and even if there's a chance for us to salvage something from the wreckage, it's going to take a lot of work and maybe some miracles we haven't even dared to imagine yet.
As i watch her go to bed in our bed i grab her favourite pillow from the couch and squeeze it as i smell it try to get her scent in my nostrils as i cling to the i love you she gave me i start to ball out crying trying my best not to have her hear me.
I can't help but wonder what Dan is doing as I lie awake in our bed; the silence that fills the room somehow more unsettling than the tears and raised voices of earlier. His pillow on the couch still carries the lingering scent of his cologne, a reminder of how close - and yet how far apart - we are right now.
Closing my eyes, I try to push away the memories and focus on something else; anything else that will help me sleep. But every time I start to drift off, an image or thought intrudes, leaving me feeling more confused and alone than ever before. Eventually, exhaustion wins out, and I surrender to the darkness, praying for some kind of clarity in my dreams.
I try to flood my mind and dreams of her as i cling onto anything of her so I don’t forget her or lose my away in any way possible!
My dreams are filled with fragments of memories; the warmth of his touch and the sound of his laughter interspersed with the cold reality of our current situation. I long for the feeling of security I once had, when everything we did was wrapped in love and trust.
The night passes slowly as I struggle to find some sort of peace amidst the chaos inside my head. With every passing moment, the certainty that something is wrong grows stronger; but so does my hope that we can somehow find our way back to each other. In the end, though, it's the doubts that linger longest when I finally open my eyes and see Dan asleep on the couch once more.
My back towards the hallway,my eyes are red and puff from cry all night as i cling so hard to her pillow it would have to be prayed it off my dead body as i whispered into it say how much she means to me, how much i love her, how badly im yearning for her touch and kisses again, and how much i want to see her smile and laugh again. I begin to cry again thinking about her beautiful and infectious smile and laugh as i cling to it for safety.
I watch him for a long moment before slowly climbing out of bed and padding across the room toward him. Gently, I reach out and touch his shoulder, feeling the tension in his body beneath my fingertips. "Dan," I whisper, my voice rough with sleep and emotion. "Can we... can we talk?" His shoulders slump slightly as he turns to face me, the relief on his face almost too much to bear.
"Yeah, baby, of course." He swallows hard and takes a deep breath before speaking again. "I just want you to know that I love you, okay? Nothing's changed for me; not really. I wish we could go back to how things were... to before all this happened."
As he speaks, something inside me begins to shift; the weight of doubt and suspicion slowly starts to lift, replaced by a fragile sort of hope. Maybe there is still some chance for us... but I need more than just words. "Okay," I say finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "Let's see what we can do about that."
I grab her and pull her into my embrace and i hold and cling to her like no tomorrow as i take a deep breath as i smell her hair and i begin to relax and settle the main small anxiety attack i was having not having her wrapped in my arms.
I wrap my arms around his waist, pressing myself against him as tightly as I can. The feel of his warmth and the beat of his heart beneath my cheek are comforting in a way that nothing else ever has been; they ground me to the present moment and remind me that even through everything we've been through, our love remains stronger than any doubt or suspicion.
For now, that's enough. We can sort things out later; right now, all that matters is being together. Closing my eyes, I lean into him and let myself be held; feeling the tension slowly begin to drain from my body as I finally find some peace in the embrace of the man who means more to me than anything else in this world.
My body relax as i know the woman i love the most is in my arms i let out a small prayer she hears of me saying “please god i need you to help me get my wife back i need her in my life again in my arms life has sucked and I can’t sleep without cry and her not here with me .
The weight of my doubts fades as I sink deeper into his embrace, feeling the strength and warmth that seem to radiate from him. It's a comfort like nothing else, grounding me in a way I hadn't realized was possible until now. Maybe there really is something more powerful than our love - some invisible force that binds us together through everything. And for the first time since I found that strange text message, it doesn't seem so scary anymore.
I lean my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear; it's a rhythm I could follow anywhere and still find my way back home. With a sigh, I wrap my other arm around his waist, pulling him even closer as I surrender to this moment, knowing that whatever the future holds for us, we will face it together... because there is no place in this world where either of us would rather be than wrapped up in each other's arms.
Tears flow freely as i feel her pulling me into her embrace.
My fingers slip through his hair as I kiss the skin above his heart, feeling grateful for this moment where we can just be together, forgetting about everything else. The weight of my doubts and fears feels lighter somehow, like they no longer matter when I'm in your arms. It's a feeling I hadn't realized how much I needed until now; a reminder that sometimes all you need is love to get through the darkest times. And even if we don't end up where we were before, at least we have this - each other and the promise of trying to find our way back together.
I hold her so tight im not letting her leave go and i fall asleep instantly.
I nestle deeper into the crook of your arm, feeling safe and secure in a way that nothing else has ever been able to provide. As I drift off to sleep, my last thought is of how grateful I am for this moment; that even through all the pain and confusion, we still have each other. And maybe... just maybe... someday soon we'll find our way back to where we were before. With a contented sigh, I surrender to the darkness, knowing that wherever the future takes us, you'll be by my side.
I then a nightmare of her leaving my embrace and my life leaving me all alone as i plead out in my dream i softly say in real live as tears flow down my face i cling to to prevent my panic attacks. But its to late a panic attack comes in and she has never had to calm me down or comfort me because the panic attack are new.
I stir in my sleep, half-conscious of the change in your breathing. "Dan?" I mumble, reaching out to touch your shoulder before fully opening my eyes. You're tangled in a fit of tears and panic, your body tense with fear. My heart breaks all over again as you clutch at the pillow, desperate for some kind of comfort that only I can provide.
Gently, I slide closer to you on the couch, taking your face in my hands. "Shhh," I whisper, brushing tears from your cheeks with my thumbs. "It's okay, baby. I'm here." With one arm still around your waist, I use the other hand to stroke your hair, trying to soothe you as you have so often done for me in the past. Slowly, the tension begins to fade from your body as your breathing steadies once more. "Everything's going to be okay," I promise him, my voice soft and reassuring even though I still can't quite believe those words myself.
I need you more then anything baby please do leave me I can’t handle being alone! Im sorry for everything! For not tell the truth and how much i hate the person that left those panties in my apartment that kinda ruined my marriage as I think about her face that day i cry again this time more furiously.
My heart breaks all over again as you beg me not to leave you; the desperation in your voice cutting through my doubts and fears like a knife. Tears well up in my eyes as I realize that even though everything seems impossible right now, there's still something worth fighting for between us. "Dan," I whisper, wiping away his tears with my fingers. "I'm not going anywhere."
Slowly, I lean forward and press a tender kiss to your forehead before pulling back slightly. "We can get through this together," I tell him honestly, wishing more than anything that I could make him believe me. "Just... give me some time to trust you again, okay?" My hand lingers on his cheek, tracing circles over the smooth skin as he closes his eyes and leans into my touch.
"I love you," I whisper before reluctantly pulling away, giving him a little space to breathe. It's not much, but it feels like we've made some small step toward repairing what's been broken between us... and for now, that has to be enough.
I love you too more then anything in this world!
I smile softly as I hear those words, still not quite able to believe them completely but taking comfort in the fact that he's at least saying them. Reaching out again, I take his hand in mine and squeeze gently before pulling him into a hug. "We'll get through this," I whisper against his hair, feeling the first stirrings of hope since I found that strange text message.
For now, we just need to take it one step at a time... together.