Last night's stars

I like to sit quietly on the balcony in the dark of night, gazing at the starry sky. What am I thinking? Am I thinking of him? Perhaps. Tears always stream down my cheeks to my ears, then gently down the back of my neck, like the touch of your fingers. Meeting you was a mistake, a mistake for everyone. A fleeting moment of beauty brought endless pain. The pain, carried by the cool summer night breeze, seeps deep into my heart. In his busyness, my husband neglected my care, and I felt love drifting further and further away. Our monotonous life became loose and chaotic. Your appearance suddenly made me feel love was right beside me, within easy reach. I forgot right and wrong, neglecting the person beside me. Was it your fault or mine? Finally, one day, I boarded a train to your city behind my husband's back, telling him I was going to see a female friend. He saw me off at the station, holding my hand, urging me to come back soon. I truly regretted it. I wanted to get off, I didn't want to go anymore, but the train started moving. For what? What was it all for? For love? For sex? For what? I don't even know myself. What I can't forgive is that I didn't even think I was wrong, I just felt very lost afterward. My husband said he hadn't seen me for a few days and missed me... The next time I met him behind his back was a year later. I said I was going to see a friend, but I arranged to meet him again. Actually, he's not that outstanding; he's not particularly good in any way. I don't know why I met him. Did I love him? I always thought that as long as I didn't say anything, I wouldn't be found out, but my observant husband still discovered the problem. He asked me, and I firmly denied it, but faced with the facts and his evidence, I panicked and had to confess everything. I had no choice; saying a little was the same as saying a lot, so I might as well say it all. I know I was wrong. My husband asked me if I still loved him, and I said yes. My husband said that if there was no love between us, then there was no point in maintaining the marriage. He was willing to let me go, and he wouldn't say a bad word about me to the children. How could I go with that man? What's so good about him? I just acted impulsively and made a mistake. Men's sweet talk is all to deceive women. Could he abandon his family and everything for me? My husband, however, loved me wholeheartedly. It was then that I realized how much he loved me. I told him to hit me, to yell at me, otherwise I'd be really upset. But he didn't hit me or yell at me. He told me to think things through and figure out how to handle the rest. I said I was willing to do anything as long as we didn't divorce. In the end, my husband forgave me. I realized that no man truly loved me except my husband. This incident deeply affected him, and he gradually became involved in cuckoldry forums and groups. Perhaps all men have a cuckoldry fetish. Slowly, during our intimate moments, he started asking me some unspeakable questions, and we rediscovered the passion we had when we were dating. Things progressed like this, and I thought maybe one day my husband would really find me someone. He said he could consider any man except that one. But I wondered if it could be that other man…

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