Oh My Mister
A broken heart

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PoV Micah

That afternoon I went to see the man named Jesson, armed with the address of the club on the card I went by taxi.

I did it all on purpose, because if I used a private driver then they would definitely make a report to my husband.

"Sorry baby, not that I want to go out without your permission but I am forced, my curiosity is already very ingrained." I murmured.

I descended on a large building, and when I got there, Mr. Jesson was waiting for me at the entrance.

The place seems to be intended for high-class people and is equipped with a strict security system, not just anyone can enter there but because I entered with old Jesson who incidentally a VVIP member there then I was easily allowed to enter.

"What kind of place is this?"

I murmured when I saw many same-sex people looking at each other to combine love and spark affection.

"This is my theme club, and me and your husband are loyal customers here."

I was surprised when Jesson found out about my husband's behavior when I just didn't say it.

"you must be wondering what this place is? yes this is our community association, and your husband is my partner." Said the man calmly.

I did not understand at all, it felt like many times even my brain was triggered to think but I never got the answer.

"What do you mean?"

"Your husband and I were same-sex couples before you took them from me!" Said the man with great emphasis.

As if suffocating, it was hard for me to breathe. My heart hurts but I can't just trust him, I can't look weak in front of that person! I must be strong!

I tried to convince and strengthen myself even though it felt like my body was boneless.

"What are you saying that on? if there's nothing else you can explain, I'm sorry!"

I turned around trying to get out of that sickening place, but the man pulled my hand.

"I have proof!"

The man brought a laptop and put it on a table, my heart was so sore that he gave me some sheets of photos that were so affectionate and disgusting between him and my husband.

"Prepare your heart, ma'am!" said the man with a smile on his lips.

I was flabbergasted, my tongue was so faint as to speak.

It hurts, yes.it hurts so much! thousands of questions swirled in my brain as a video of my husband's sex scene unfolded with him.

I stroked my lips tightly, holding back that my tears that felt increasingly heavy did not escape in front of this man before me.

I sighed slowly, I did not want to make the man happy! I have now understood his point, it is possible that my meeting with him was already set by him.

"Do you think that just making our relationship ruined? you're wrong sir, I accept my husband for who he is!" I try to sing a smile that I find very difficult to show.

"If he never touched you? Madam, your husband can only do it with me!"

"Well, you know what? even we always go through a hot night every day !" I tried to calm down and showed him some kissmarks on the nape of my neck, I passed by leaving the man with a visibly irritated face.

I left the place of the curse, my mind was empty watching me somewhere.

I walk where my feet go aimlessly.

I feel alienated in the land of people, with the fate of my household that will either be taken anywhere.

"Why did he marry me? " the sentence kept spinning in my brain, so it didn't feel like rain was pouring down on the earth.

The flash of events from the beginning of meeting him revolved around my head, I love him so much! very much loved him.

should the house I just built for this corn run aground?

I was sitting in a garden that seemed lonely because the rain and wind were blowing so strong, but I did not care.

I could cry as much as I could, I bit a strong scarf that was coiled around my neck, so that my screams wouldn't be heard anywhere.

I don't know why there's blood flowing from there to my calf.

"Mikha what are you doing here?" Saying someone with an umbrella to me, my eyes began to fade, since then I lost consciousness.

I woke up, opening my eyes to see the white ceiling dazzling the eyes.

"Is it all a dream?" my heart wished so much that someone would hold my hand.

"You why?" The man who turned out to be Ryan.

Not long after a doctor came up to us and smiled.

"Mrs please don't be too stressed." The woman's doctor smiled, I scrunched my forehead. I don't understand what the doctor meant.

"Did the Madam not know?" the doctor asked and I shook my head.

"Madam is pregnant, Madam's pregnancy has entered Week 8, please take care because Madam almost miscarried."

The doctor said, handing over a letter and prescription to Ryan who was my husband.

I don't know what I feel, on the one hand I am disappointed with my husband but on the one hand I am happy to contain the fruit of our love.

Waitaminute! the fruit of our love? does he love me? I don't know!

I was taken home by Ryan, he asked me why I was like that? I who was lazy to answer it just fell silent and occasionally smiled that seemed forced.

Luckily he didn't force me to tell a story, the man suddenly hugged me and said

"I'm here for you?"

I don't understand what that means and I don't care. My mind is full of my home problems.

Arriving at the residence, I immediately stepped my feet quickly, I did not care about the people who saw me.

I passed her, she hugged me.

My heart aches even though I admit I still love her no matter what, but I don't understand why she married me?

"Darling you from anywhere, I'm worried" he said with a sad face, a face capable of crushing my heart.

But the shadow in the video spun back on my head, the same face when I had that forbidden relationship and enjoyed it.

I stared at him sharply trying to break away from his embrace.

PLAQUE!!!

I slapped him in the face, I threw all the photos that showed his affection with the man named Jess in his face. He was surprised by my sudden action.

I ran to close the door and locked it.

My cry broke, I shouted and threw everything there to channel all the emotions that were in my soul.

I hugged my stomach tightly, I was fragile! why is this love not destroyed?

"Oh my God, how should I deal with it."

WESTLIFE - UNBREAKABLE^^^^^

...This love is unbreakable...

...It's unmistakable...

...Each time I look in your eyes...

...I know why...

...This love is untouchable...

...A feeling my heart just can't be deny...

...Each time you whisper my name...

...Oh baby, I know why...

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