No wonder he loved going back time and again to the same hotel for a holiday – it was so convenient for him to sneak out and spend time with his other family!
I was in shock and seething with rage, but I was also disappointed and heartbroken. I ran out of the cafe and caught a cab back to the hotel. Fred didn’t chase after me – I wasn’t sure if I felt relieved or upset at that. pac packed my bags. I told him I was goi going home the next morning.
Fred tried to persuade me to stay, say saying we needed to work things out. I re refused and told him that if he still love loved me, he would leave with me. He too took a moment to consider, then told me to go ahead. ‘I need to tie up some loo loose ends. I will be home in two day days,’ he said.
So I went home alone, rejected by the man I’d thought was my soulmate –w – we had been together since college and hardly ever argued throughout our relationship – and mulling over my myriad questions. Was my marriage a sh sham? Was it worth saving? How wou would I tell the kids that their father has another family overseas? By the tim time Fred returned home two days late later, I still didn’t have the answers.
For a month after that, Fred and I cr crept around each other, not saying mu much and keeping up a semblance of a marriage before we attempted to c communicate again. Fred reached out rst, saying we needed to discuss things. thi He took me to dinner at our favourite restaurant and was an absolute gentleman that night, reminding me of how he used to be when we’d rst started dating.
He apologised for upsetting me and told me that he hadn’t planned on falling in love with Jane. ‘It just happened,’ he said earnestly. He said he was waiting for the right time to tell me. Sobbing, he asked for my forgiveness. He’d missed me terribly and wanted to make things better between us. ‘Can’t we just go back to the way we were?’ he begged. He promised that he would fairly divide his time between Jane and me.
At that moment, it all became clear to me – I knew what I needed to do. We’d never go back to the way we were if Fred wasn’t willing to let go of his other wife. I certainly wasn’t going to share, so I asked Fred for a divorce.
He was taken aback. ‘We’ve been married for so long. You can’t just give up on us now. Think of our children,’ he implored. But I remained rm. I told him he had made a mockery of our marriage and I couldn’t accept another woman in his life. I couldn’t understand how my husband could give his heart to someone else and sneak around while doing so. That was two years ago. It took me about a year to nally move on with my life. I have a steady job now and have moved back in with my parents, who have been so supportive, even helping me care for my kids while I’m at work.
It was difcult at rst, having to survive on a single income – I realised how ‘pampered’ we had been when Fred was around and bringing home a big salary – but we have managed to adjust to our new, humble lifestyle.
I never bothered to nd out what the legal status of Fred’s second marriage was. But I explained to my children what their father did and why we divorced – I don’t want to hide anything from them. I don’t know if they fully grasped the situation – all they did was to cry and hug me, and ask for Daddy to make them breakfast the day after – but I hope they will understand when they get older. They still see their father once in a while, but they are no longer as close to him as before.
I have started dating again. I’m not yet ready to walk down the aisle once more, but I’m willing to take a second chance with another man. I hope that I’ll be able to nd someone better than Fred, someone who will not only embrace my young ones as his own, but also love me – and only me.”