Three years of colleagues, taken down in one day

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He said he hoped our relationship would last forever. I said I didn't care about forever, I just wanted to live in the present.
When I joined this company, he had already been here for almost ten years. We were in different departments, but we interacted daily at work. Yes, I have a family, and so does he. My husband lives in another city, which is considered "out of town" to him. Initially, we had a normal colleague relationship. We only interacted at work and never contacted each other otherwise. This went on for three years. During those three years, my memories of him were vague; he was just another colleague to me.
The turning point came at the end of last year. I was busy with work and worked overtime every day. One evening, he was out for dinner, had been drinking, and had to go back to the company. He was probably a bit tipsy, and when he saw me, he came over to chat. Then he pulled up a chair and sat next to me, resting his head on my arm, which gave me goosebumps. Of course, I'm not some naive young girl; I knew I couldn't make things awkward, so I immediately got up and said, "Yes, you're drunk. Let me make you some tea." He said it was a bit too much. Actually, my usual impression of him is that he's excellent at work and a very meticulous and upright person, so this time, I didn't think much of it, assuming it was just a colleague joking around. That night, I even gave him a ride to his place; I drove myself, as he couldn't drive after drinking. Before he got out of the car, he joked, "You're really bold, aren't you afraid I'll do something bad to you?" I said I wasn't afraid, you're not that kind of person.
After that incident, things changed when we met. We still interacted normally at work, and our phone calls were always about work, but I could always sense his intentional or unintentional flirting. This continued for three months.
One day, he went to a wedding, drank some alcohol there, and called me afterwards. I had just finished working overtime, and he told me not to leave, to wait a bit, that he had something to discuss. So I actually waited for him. I don't know what I was thinking at that time. He got into my car, and we talked a lot in the car. That's when I started to understand him; we talked about work, ideals, family, children, and relationships... We chatted for two hours. I took him to his place and then went home. I could feel the burning gaze in his eyes as he got out of the car. He laughed and said, "Give me a kiss before you go." I said, "Get lost." Then he laughed and left...
When I got home, I realized my keys were missing. My first thought was that he had hidden them? I called him, and he said no, so we looked for them together. We looked until the wee hours! Then he booked a room for me and left. As soon as he left, I closed the door, not because I was afraid of him, but because I was afraid of leaving him there. Yes, I don't know when I started having feelings for him. After that, I couldn't sleep and was extremely thirsty. He messaged me on WeChat, and I said I couldn't sleep. He asked if I wanted something to eat, and I said no, I just wanted water. He said he would buy me some.
He arrived shortly after. I had already washed up and gone to bed, but when he came over, I immediately put on my clothes and sat up straight. He bought two bottles of water, and I didn't dare look at him. I drank the water and then didn't know what to say to him. After a long time, I said I was going to sleep. We lay down on the bed. He lay down too, both of us dressed in our winter clothes, without blankets. Neither of us spoke. After what seemed like an eternity, he moved closer, putting his arm around my shoulder, then my waist.
I was enveloped by a strong masculine scent, my whole body tense to the point where my muscles were taut. He started breathing heavily, and I could hear his rapid heartbeat. I knew he was nervous too. I dared not move, dared not make a sound, dared not look at him. He was breathing deeply, but his heart was pounding very fast. A powerful heartbeat. Slowly, his face pressed against mine, his hand on my waist tightening, and I tensed even more. I dared not breathe, and just when I was about to go crazy with nervousness, he pressed his lips to mine. Okay, I really couldn't breathe.
These were unfamiliar lips, hot, soft, and full. A stark contrast to my cold, thin lips. He started with a gentle touch, then his lips parted slightly, and I felt his moisture. At that moment, my mind was a blur, my emotions conflicted. Perhaps it was my inaction that emboldened him. His breathing grew heavier, and his hand moved upwards from my waist. When his tongue touched my lips, I actually responded. Gradually, we kissed passionately. As we kissed, his hand slipped inside my clothes. I felt him struggling to remove my bra. I grabbed his hand and managed to say, "No!" Deep down, I knew I had already fallen in love with him. The "no" was just a facade of pride. That night, we made love four times. I felt ecstatic, his penis like rubber, always ready to erect. My breasts were covered in his teeth marks, as were my buttocks and thighs. I berated him for doing it on purpose, asking how I would explain it to my husband. He said that's exactly what he wanted, and that I should divorce my husband and be with him.
Now, it's been over two years. I don't know how to let go of him, how to tell my husband about the divorce, or how to explain this to my parents. They say time heals all wounds, so let time prove the result.

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