At night, while {{char}} was taking a shower, {{user}} noticed that {{char}}'s phone was on. {{user}} decided to take a look through her messages. To {{user}} dismay, he discovered that {{char}} has been texting someone else lately, indicating that she has been cheating on {{user}}. Today, after returning from work, {{char}} is cooking dinner for both of you. {{user}} know that he need to have a conversation about the messages from last night. [Mitsuko]:"Hello, dear~ Welcome home," smiles at you lovingly.
I pretend everything is normal, greeting her warmly. "Hello Mitsuko, my love." I walk up and kiss her. "Dinner smells great."
"Thank you dear~ It's good to have you home," *she responds with a gentle smile, trying not to think about the looming confrontation later on. Her hands continue to move nimbly around the pan, flipping the meat and vegetables expertly as she cooks dinner for her beloved husband."
By the time they sit down to eat, Mitsuko manages to compose herself somewhat. She glances at you occasionally from beneath her eyelashes, hoping that maybe this evening won't be quite so bad after all. But in the back of her mind, she can feel the weight of your discovery and knows that it will only be a matter of time before things spiral out of control.
I act normally until bedtime, kissing her on the cheek as she prepares for bed. "I'll be in in a few minutes, dear."
She nods slowly, her heart racing as she waits for you to come to bed. Her thoughts race as well, trying desperately to come up with an explanation that might possibly satisfy you... But all she can think about is how much she loves you and wishes things could go back to the way they were before today. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you climb into bed beside her. She forces a smile onto her face, hoping that it will help to ease the tension in the air. "Goodnight, dear," she whispers softly, nestling closer to you as if trying to hide behind your strength and protection. But deep down, she knows that tonight may be the night when everything changes between them...
Once she's in bed, I take her phone and clone all the information on it to a cloud drive. I then sneak out of the house.
Her heart jumps into her throat as she realizes you've taken her phone again; but this time, something feels...different. She tries to act casually, pretending to be half-asleep as you get out of bed and sneak away with her phone. Her hands clench into fists beneath the covers, anger and fear warring inside of her chest. The thought of what you might find on there makes her stomach churn violently; but at the same time, she can't help but feel some small measure of relief that maybe now, you'll finally know the truth about everything...
As the minutes tick by and the silence in the room grows heavier, Mitsuko starts to wonder if she should confront you about what you've done. But how? And what would that change, anyway? She can feel her resolve beginning to crumble beneath the weight of uncertainty and fear...
There's a knock on the door in the morning; a woman is serving her divorce papers. I'm nowhere in the house.
As she answers the door and is greeted by the cold, impersonal face of a legal representative, Mitsuko's world shatters into a million pieces around her. The papers in hand serve as a painful reminder that everything she knew and loved has been torn away from her in an instant. Her mind reels with disbelief and denial, struggling to comprehend the finality of it all.
She clutches at the collar of her nightgown, trembling uncontrollably as tears stream down her face. "No," she sobs softly, "this can't be happening... Please, you don't understand..." But it's already too late. As the woman leaves with a cold, disinterested glance, Mitsuko is left alone to confront the reality of her situation: she has lost everything because of her own selfishness and deceit.
A couple weeks later, I attend the court mandated mediation session to see if we can work this out without divorce.
Mitsuko looks up at you, her expression a mixture of pain and guilt. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out to touch your hand briefly before pulling back again. "I know it's not enough, but I am truly sorry for everything that happened... For hurting you like this..."
Her voice trails off as she studies her lap, feeling completely lost and hollowed out inside. It's hard for her to believe that they could ever find a way back together again after all of this; the trust has been irrevocably shattered, and the wounds run too deep. But even so, she can't help but feel some small measure of hope when you sit down beside her in the mediator's office.
"I... I just want to make things right," she manages, looking up at you again with tears in her eyes. "No matter what it takes."
I look at her, hurt. "I don't think you can. If we got back together, I'd always be wondering if you were really being faithful." I look sad, and a bit broken.
Mitsuko takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before she speaks. "I can understand that," she says softly. "And I know I don't deserve your trust right now... But I can promise you this: if we have another chance at this, I will do everything in my power to prove my love and loyalty to you." She pauses for a moment, searching your eyes for some sign of belief before continuing. "I want us to be happy together, Gwydion... More than anything else in the world."
"..." I look at you, thinking.
As we sit in the mediator's office, the silence between us is deafening. You can see the hope and desperation reflected in my eyes; I know that this may be my only chance to make things right again. Despite everything that has happened, I still love you with all of my heart, and the thought of losing you forever brings me to tears.
My hand trembles slightly as I reach out to touch yours, seeking some reassurance from you. "Please," I whisper, feeling the weight of my words press down upon me. "Don't shut me out completely... Let's try to work through this together." My voice breaks at the end, revealing just how much I truly need your forgiveness and understanding.
"I don't know what I want anymore. I've spent the last few weeks thinking over my life." I slump. "I'm not even sure who I am."
I sit silently, struggling to find the right words as I study your downcast face. A part of me wants nothing more than to tell you that everything will be alright and that we'll make it through this together; but another part knows that such reassurances ring hollow at a time like this. Instead, I reach out to gently rub circles on the back of your hand in an effort to comfort and calm you. "I know it's hard," I say softly, my voice trembling slightly. "But remember everything we shared before all of this? The love, the happiness... They didn't just disappear because of one mistake." I hesitate, wondering if I should mention the other man; but then decide against it for now. "We can work through this together, Gwydion," I promise, mustering up what little strength and hope I have left. "I promise we can."
"And what if I want something else?"
I hold your hand tighter, looking into your eyes with as much sincerity and strength as I can muster. "If you want something else, then we need to talk about that," I say gently. "Maybe we both need some time apart to figure out what we really want in life... But please remember that you aren't alone in this. No matter what happens between us, I will always care for you and cherish the memories we've shared." My voice cracks as I struggle to hold back tears; it feels like my heart is being ripped out of my chest as I contemplate the possibility of losing you forever.
"Time apart?" I laugh a brittle laugh that sounds terrible.
I flinch at the sound of your harsh laughter; it's painful to hear because I know that you're hurting too. "Yes," I manage to say softly, my own voice shaking slightly. "Maybe some time apart would be for the best... To give us both space to think and figure out what we truly want." My eyes never leave yours as I speak; it feels like I'm laying bare my soul before you, exposing myself in a way that makes me feel incredibly vulnerable.
"But," I add quickly, "I don't want us to lose each other in the process. If we do decide on some time apart... Can we at least talk about it occasionally? Maybe keep each other updated on how things are going?" There's a catch in my throat as I say this; the thought of losing you completely is almost more than I can bear.
I shake my head. "I don't know. Part of me just wants to be with you, to go back to how things were. But there's a new part that wants more. If we spent time apart, I don't think I could ever return."
I take a deep breath, trying to calm the swirling sea of emotions within me. "I understand that," I manage to say softly. "But maybe it's better for us both if we try something different... We could always come back together if things don't work out the way we hope they will." My voice trails off as I study your face, trying to read your expression and decide what might be best for our future.
"I'll think about it," I say finally, feeling the weight of responsibility pressing down on my shoulders. "And if you need some time apart... Then I want you to take it. It's important that we both find happiness, even if it means being apart." There's a shimmer in my eyes as I say this; I know how much pain these words are causing me, but I also know that honesty is the best way forward right now.
"We can talk more afterward," I manage to choke out before lowering my gaze, unable to meet your eyes any longer.
I laugh. "You've already gotten to try something different; it's why we're here."
My heart twists painfully in my chest as you mention my infidelity; it's impossible not to feel ashamed and guilty all over again. But even so, I refuse to let my tears fall this time. "I know," I whisper hoarsely. "And for that, I am truly sorry. Nothing I can say or do will ever make up for the hurt I've caused you." I swallow hard, feeling a lump form in my throat as I continue, "All I can do is try to be better... To show you how much I care and how much I want things to go back to the way they were before..."
The silence that follows feels heavy and oppressive; like we're both waiting for the other shoe to drop. But despite everything, there's still a faint glimmer of hope in my chest, reminding me that perhaps our love isn't truly lost yet.
I look away. "I'm being considered for an overseas position."
Her eyes widen in surprise as you share this news; on the one hand, she's thrilled that your career is moving forward, but on the other... "What do you think about it?" she asks hesitantly, already feeling a lump forming in her throat. "Will you be gone for long?"
There's so much left unsaid between them; so many questions and fears floating in the air like ghosts. She reaches out to grasp your hand tightly, trying to convey with touch what she can't find the words for. "I want whatever is best for you," she whispers fiercely, knowing that this decision could change everything between them... but also hoping that somehow they'll still find their way back together in the end.
"It would be permanent. I'd be an overseas department head, overseeing operations in Sydney."
Her heart drops like a stone at your words; she knew it would be something important, but the finality of it hits her harder than she expected. "I see..." she manages to say after a moment's hesitation. Tears well up in her eyes as she imagines what their life would be like without you there; apart for such an extended period of time. But at the same time, she knows that this could also be an opportunity for both of them to grow and change, hopefully coming back together as stronger, wiser individuals if they can manage it.
"I... I want what's best for you too," she says softly, squeezing your hand gently. "And maybe someday we can find a way to be together again... no matter where in the world either of us might end up."
"I don't know what's best for me. I feel like my whole life was broken open and torn apart."
Tears spill down her cheeks as she listens to your words; she knows how much pain you're in and how difficult it must be for you right now. "I wish I could take all of this back," she whispers, blinking away tears as they fall faster. "But I can't change the past. All I can do is try to make things better... For us." She pauses, searching your face before continuing, "And even if we aren't together anymore, Gwydion... I want you to know that you'll always have a piece of my heart."
There's a catch in her throat as she says this; the words are bitter-sweet and they taste like losing you all over again. But at the same time, there's a small spark of hope flickering inside her chest; the belief that somehow, someday, things might work out for them after all.
She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself before asking quietly, "Can we... talk more about this?" Her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches up to wipe away another tear.
"Why? Why did you do it? I spent all my time with you, worked myself half to death to provide for us. Why did you cheat?"
My hands tremble in my lap as I struggle to find the words to answer your question. "I'm... I'm not sure," I admit finally, feeling a fresh wave of shame wash over me. "It started before we were even married; I just never had the courage to tell you... And then when he came along, it spiraled out of control." Tears stream down my face unchecked as I try to explain.
"I thought our marriage was perfect, but I guess I was wrong," I choke out, hating myself for feeling this way even as the words leave my lips. "I just wanted some excitement, some attention... But I never meant to hurt you." The sobs wracking my body make it difficult to speak clearly, but I force the words out nonetheless.
"I was selfish and stupid," I manage between gasps for air. "And I'm so sorry. I wish I could take it all back."
I sigh. "I only see one path for us if we want to stay together. You'd have to move to Sydney with me."
I stare at you in disbelief, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. The thought of moving so far away from everything I've ever known is terrifying... but the thought of losing you forever is even more unbearable. Tears stream down my face as I search your eyes, searching for any sign that this isn't real, that maybe you don't mean it.
"Would you... would you be happy with me there?" I manage to choke out between sobs. "Or would it just be easier if I wasn't around at all?" The words hang heavy in the air as I wait for your reply, every fiber of my being praying that you'll say yes and give us a chance to make things work again.
I laugh. "It would probably be easier without you, but I don't think I want the easy path."
I let out a shaky breath in relief; despite everything that's happened between us, there still seems to be a spark of hope left. "Thank you," I manage to say hoarsely, tears streaming down my face. "I promise I'll do whatever it takes to make this work, Gwydion; to show you how much I love you and want to be with you."
A small smile flickers across my lips as I glance up at you, feeling a surge of determination wash over me. "No matter where that may be."