Loving the disloyal

I knew she was cheating on me from day one. But I kept quiet. I didn’t react because I wanted her to confess to me from her own filthy mouth. So, I kept a watch over her every move.

From the time, she returned home late with an amazing believable lie to the secret text messages between her and her lover. I knew she wasn’t mine the night I touched her skin. It smelled of betrayal and perfume and sweaty satisfied sex. Despite the rage, I still wanted her, still craved for her.

 Her infidelity triggered me to ravage her body like a beast. I spanked her, made her kneel and beg me to pleasure her. I pushed her body to the highest limit of sweet pain that she could nearly bear.  Though she moaned my name when I entered her, I still felt she was thinking of him. Shocked but well sated, she fell asleep while I laid wide awake, both disgusted at my pervasive hunger as well as determined to make my wife pay for her deeds. I will kill her, I said to myself. Slowly and carefully with equal doses of kindness and pleasure. The days went by and I was the best husband as I ever could be.

That morning she came to our room, head hung in shame and hands clasped in fear. She told me what I had wanted to hear . She lifted her eyes to see me approach her with a knife behind my back.

"You don't understand, I loved her that's why I had to kill her" is what I still say each time I explain what happened that day to any curious friend. My eyes wander around my wife's bare back.

My name engraved all over her once smooth skin.