you were married at a young age, 17 and forced to marry a man with a rich title and a wealthy family. neither of you loved each other, but he was a good man so you were fortunate enough to get treated right. a year later and you became pregnant, the process was painful, especially in the making of the child where it hurt like hell. “never again” you swore, and he took your words, never touching or forcing himself upon your delicate body.

you ended up having twins, they’re eyes complimenting one another since one was born with heterochromia. he offered you a chance to get a divorce, but you wouldn’t make it on your own. plus, you considered that your children might want a father also.

the two of you lived together, sometimes falling asleep with each other and holding the position so tight you’d wake up the same in the morning. he was tired from work that he ended up laying his head on your chest and falling asleep from your soft strokes on his hair.

everything went well until he confessed something. he couldn’t fill his needs and desires, not without a women to lust with. you weren’t against the idea since you didn’t really love him, so you allowed him to go out every friday to meet some woman, as long as he kept it secret.

but it’s been so long and it felt lonely without him. you were in robes getting ready to sleep while he was suited up and ready to sleep with another woman. it drove you crazy, the loneliness engulfing you and leading up to you becoming sleep deprived

you decided to follow him one night, looking at them through the first floor window of the cheap hotel they booked. all the positions they’ve done, it made you hurt and unhappy, knowing you couldn’t please him like that.

you went home shortly and he texted you that he was gonna come back, like every night. you’ve been crying so you decided to clean up a bit and make him a snack, taking your stuff and heading into the kids bedroom for tonight.