The day my marriage ended

Marriage is a funny thing. You decide to share your everything unconditionally with someone else, live together, maybe form a family together. Some would argue that the build up until the moment of marriage as well as enduring all the hardships thrown at you. I recognize this is something that truly can strengthen the bonds, and it is something likely to happen. But also, there are couples that simply weren’t made cut for it.

My marriage started pretty well. We never had kids, we planned to, but it did not happen, and I am glad about that. My husband, Michael, was a very loving and hardworking man. Everything seemed to be going pretty well; we had met in college and kind of waited until we graduated to jump into something committed and romantic, and as soon as college was over it was like we were just meant to be with each other. We always had such good chemistry that I thought the spark could just not be lost. And it certainly seemed like that.

Until I found out, shockingly, the truth about our marriage and what was going on. My husband was an absolutely charming man, this I knew. I knew he could just seduce anyone, men or women, but I was convinced I was the only one he saw. That was until I walked into our shared home, which had a long entry way, one singular day I had to leave work earlier than usual. I drove home, and I was expecting it to be empty because my husband had to work too. That morning we had parted ways, each going to work as usual. He usually arrived home later than I did on regular days, but this day I was surprised to see his car parked outside.

“Maybe he was excused early today too. Nice thing we can share a lazy day together!”

I thought naively. I was already thinking about what to do, and while walking through the entry hallway dozing off, I heard some noise coming from the kitchen. It sounded like more than one person, too, was up to something in the kitchen. I slowly approached the kitchen’ arc to take a look inside, and saw a girl laying over the counter, naked. I looked more inside and saw my husband fucking her while pinning her down, and kissing another girl that he was fingering at the same time. She was moaning into his mouth, and I was frozen watching this scene unfold.

I was kind of turned on, too, but the anger I felt was worse. I decided to do something fun, however, and take a slow revenge. I took pictures of the kitchen orgy, the people involved were so into it they did not even notice I was taking pictures. I left to my car and drove around for a few hours, had something to eat, then returned home at my normal time. My husband was still there, but I walked into him making lunch.

On the dinner table, I pulled my phone up and showed him the pictures I had taken. He was notoriously shocked and then tried to blurt out excuses, and I looked at him with pity. “Leave the house to me and we’re divorced or I’ll leak these photos to all our friends and relatives”. He was speechless, and couldn’t say much to fight back. Case closed, the house was mine, and I sold it to move to another state.

I heard he is still working at the same place, but I don’t really care about his life anymore.