How to win my wife back

The sounds of machines beeping, and the smell of chemicals filled my nose as I slowly opened my eyes recalling what got me here. I knew where I was, no doubt about it.

As I groaned through the pain of trying to sit up, the familiar voice of the man I love filled my ears, "hey babe, you're awake. Take your time." He spoke with what seemed to be tender eyes and love, but I was no longer going to be a fool to his tricks. He's the reason I'm in the hospital and in the pain I'm in. The physical pain was one thing but the emotional and heartbreak were something else.

I looked at him as he tried to help me sit up and in one fell swoop, I brushed his hands away. I didn't want those filthy hands touching me; the hands he had wrapped around Evie as he devoured her lips.

Disgusting.

I could see the pain in his eyes, but I no longer cared. I was going to hurt him just like he hurt me. "I'm sorry Trish but what you saw was not what it looked it," he spoke apologetically as he grabbed my hands and covered them with his big ones. I couldn't even look him in the face as his betrayal was so fresh in my mind.

How could he hurt me?

The one thing I had asked my husband was to never cheat on me. He knew how cheating broke me with a previous relationship. He knew and he went and did it anyway and now has the nerve to tell me what I saw was a lie.

I tried freeing my hands from his, but it was no use. He was going to get his point across whether I liked it or not as he forced me to listen to his regretful actions.

He told me Evie sitting on his lap and kissing him was something he didn't expect. It happened so suddenly that he didn't even know it had happened until he looked up and saw me. I haven't said a word to him since I've woken, and I don't plan to.

"Talk to me honey. Please Trish," he pleaded as I looked him dead in the face with nothing but hate in my eyes. Life had been sucked out of me and I was no longer my usual happy and bubbly self.

"Stop talking James!" was all that exited my mouth as I grew tired of hearing his voice. He listened and James listened to no one. That had surprised me, and I almost lost my composure as I stared into the face of the man that I love and hate at the same time.

Regardless of his excuses, I couldn't forgive him and I'm not sure where I got the power, but I set one of my hands free and it rose to his face.

SLAP!