My Husband’s Mistress Won Me Over
I went chasing the rabbit and unmistakably fell into the hole
I was rushing up the street completely on autopilot not paying attention to the path I took. I did not hear the world around me. My heart was pumping in my throat, increasing the pressure in my head, blocking my hearing with throbbing.
A combination of intense fear and anger overwhelmed me, shutting down my senses and my reason.
I should have drawn a few deep breaths, and connected to my heart, but the fear won. I was propelled in the direction of her house, determined to confront her.
My husband, who had left for a walk about an hour before, was approaching me from the opposite side of the street looking pensive and content. He adopted this new habit of going out for a walk almost every evening since he had told me that he was not happy with me anymore.
“I put the kids to bed,” I said, passing him by. “I have some business to take care of.”
He nodded; a bit perplexed, refraining from asking questions, he continued towards our home. I was wondering if he could see my fury but judging from his lack of interest in my sudden departure from home, the internal turmoil did not show on my face.
