Sinking into the Sea of Desire: A Wife-Swapping Victim's Confession - Chapter 865 Divorce Agreement 1

My wife vanished from my world in an instant, as if everything had ceased to exist. I couldn't feel myself alive. My heart sank into a dark abyss, and I knew that from this day forward, I would never see the light again.
I stood there dumbfounded at the door for a long time, hoping she would change her mind, hoping she would have no mercy, that the door would open the next second, and she would run out crying and throw herself into my arms. But these were just my self-comforting fantasies, giving myself a glimmer of hope. Reality, and life in general, rarely go according to plan.
Standing there for too long, the chill of the night made my hands and feet numb. The door didn't open in the end, and she didn't run out crying and throw herself into my arms. I was disappointed, desperate, yet I already knew what was going on. Dragging my weary heart and wounded body, I slowly left this place that felt both familiar and yet felt like something I had never truly understood.
No matter how far I go, her image is still in my heart, in my mind, and in front of my eyes. Her smile, her tears, her joys and sorrows keep appearing before my eyes again and again.
The pain was indescribable and inexplicable. It hurt so much that I wanted to slap myself, and I did, but I felt no pain, and it didn't even provide the slightest relief. For a fleeting second, I wanted to forget her, forget everything, and even considered finding a place to escape.
I finally understand the saying: "In the midst of love and desire, one comes alone, dies alone, and bears one's own joys and sorrows, with no one to take one's place." At this moment, the bitterness, hatred, and regret in my heart are perhaps truly only understood by myself.
For the next few days, I was restless and unable to eat or sleep. The longer we were apart, the more I missed her. I had no reason to go to her anymore, so I could only secretly wait outside her house. But after that night, I never saw my wife again. Even so, I still hold onto a sliver of hope, and that's what keeps me alive.
I can't remember if this is the fifth or the sixth day. When I'm tired, I sleep in the car. When I wake up, I stare at the door that once blocked our way, hoping that she will appear from there in the next second.
Before his wife appeared, there was a knock on the car window, and a voice said, "Don't look, my sister has already left."
I opened the door with a puzzled look. It was my brother-in-law. Hearing his words, I was stunned for a moment before stammering, "Where...did she go?"
"How would I know? The night she came back from going out with you, she left us a letter saying she wanted to travel around and told us not to worry. She packed a few clothes and left." The brother-in-law replied impatiently.
I could tell he blamed me for his wife's departure, but it was a responsibility I had to bear. I was powerless to resist, so I asked, "Did she call back?"
“I called one yesterday and let them know I was safe!” the brother-in-law said.
"Did...did they say anything else?" I asked with difficulty.
As if he knew I would ask, his brother-in-law looked troubled. After a long pause, he finally spoke, "She knows you can't let go, so she asked me to tell you to forget her, live well, and not to betray her love for you." Then he said angrily, "I just don't understand, what's so great about you? Now that things are like this, you're heartbroken and sad. She's the one who should be comforting you, not the other way around?"
I was speechless. Hearing my wife's message, my eyes welled up with tears, and I was about to lose control of my emotions. But I tried my best to hold back, and after a long pause, I could only manage a hoarse "I'm sorry." I started the car as if trying to escape.
"Do you think that saying sorry can solve everything? The pain you left in her heart can never be erased..." the brother-in-law roared in dissatisfaction.
But I dared not listen anymore, like a wild dog being chased, desperately trying to escape. I ran a long way, away from my wife's house, away from the city, hiding in a deserted corner, quietly licking my wounds.
I can't remember how long I drifted off in this daze. When I finally came to my senses, I started to worry about my wife. I wondered if she was getting used to being alone away from me, how she was doing, whether she was being deceived, whether she was being taken advantage of, whether she was missing me too, and whether she was in the same pain as me. Was she in pain? The answer was definitely yes.
But now, I don't know how to comfort her, let alone take care of her. The thought of her leaving home empty-handed and all alone fills me with fear and unbearable sorrow. I drive quickly back to our once warm home. Looking at everything inside, I can still think of her, but now I have no heart to reminisce.
I found the family savings book. Although I had been working hard for several years, it had all come to nothing, like a dream, but at least I still had some savings. However, I felt it wasn't enough, so I contacted a real estate agency.
She arrived quickly; less than an hour later, a woman in business attire came to the door. After a brief conversation, she seemed somewhat surprised when she saw the house. I gave her a quick introduction and showed her around. Back inside, the agent pulled out a contract and handed it to me, saying, "Such a nice house, are you really going to sell?"
"Yes!" I nodded.
"What a pity," she said, looking around.
"What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled.
"You can tell that both the interior decoration and the garden outside were carefully arranged," she said with a smile.
I looked away from the contract and around me. The scenes from back then were still vivid in my mind, but I could no longer feel at ease living here, much less live here alone. I gave a bitter smile and didn't answer.
She nodded as if she understood, and said with a professional smile, "I will try my best to help you raise the price. If you think there are no problems with the relevant matters and price in the contract, just sign it, and the right to sell this house will be handed over to our company."
As I picked up my pen to sign the contract and handed it back, I couldn't help but ask, "And that car outside, could you help me sell it too?"
She seemed a little surprised, but quickly smiled and said, "Although our company only deals with real estate, I have friends in this field. If you need, I can help you get in touch with them."
"Thank you," I replied with a smile. As she reviewed the contract, I couldn't help but add, "I'd like to get it done as quickly as possible, ideally within the next few days."
"So urgent?" The agent seemed surprised. Seeing me nod, she added, "If that's the case, the price might be affected, and the agent's fee..."
“No problem at all,” I readily agreed.
“Alright! I’ll try my best to find a buyer for you as soon as possible.” After confirming the signing, she put away the contract. Before getting up, she remembered something and added, “But you need to take your personal belongings with you as soon as possible! Otherwise, I won’t be able to bring anyone to see the house.”
“I understand.” I nodded.
After seeing the real estate agent out, I returned inside. Looking at this place that once held my wife's and my hopes for the future, and where we laughed and talked, the thought that it would soon no longer belong to us filled me with sadness and heartache. All the pain came rushing back, but I cannot give up now.
We quietly returned to the bedroom and began packing our things.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/53800.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=53800&aspx=1

Previous Page : Provoking - Chapter 353: Unforgiving When in the Right

Next Page : Xiaolei, the young woman next door

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Sinking into the Sea of Desire: A Wife-Swapping Victim's Confession - Chapter 865 Divorce Agreement 1

comment Open a new window to view comments