I Quietly Left After Discovering My Wife’s Affair After 3.5 Years….-Reddit Cheating Stories

After letting her sob on my shoulder for a while, I pushed her away.

“I deserve all this,”

she replied, glancing up at me.

“I am certain that I do. If nothing else, would you allow me to take you out to dinner?”

“I’d rather not go,”

I replied.

“I would like to speak further. I want to make sure that we are transparent about everything. You need to spend more time with me than you have in the past, Paul, please. I love you so much, even though I know you might not want to hear it. Before you left me, I had no idea how much I loved you. You broke me as much as I broke you. I’m unable to forgive myself and I don’t want to do so till the day I pass away,”

she said.

She began to sob uncontrollably and hyperventilate. I lifted her up and gave her a hug.

It seemed like my only option for soothing her. I knew then that I had shattered her heart as severely as she had shattered mine.

Walking, we found a peaceful spot to carry on our conversation.

“How did you find me?”

I said when she had calmed down.

“Have you engaged a private investigator?”

After giving it some thought, she responded with a small giggle:

“No.”

She clarified that she asked how things were going when she ran into Stacy a few weeks prior. Stacy didn’t mention that she had noticed me.

Cathy forced her to reveal all the information. I had warned Stacy not to tell her, so she was reluctant, but Cathy persisted.

Stacy finally gave in, but all she knew was that I lived somewhere close by and was in town on her days off. She began to come here to check on me.

I kind of laughed when she said that, thinking, damn, Stacy can’t keep her trap shut. She blushed.

We ultimately decided to have dinner at a charming little spot with a patio. I made sure we didn’t drink anything since I wasn’t going to give her a reason to be kind to me or say she wasn’t so inebriated that she couldn’t drive back.

In fact, we had a good conversation. I then escorted her to her vehicle.

She insisted that she hadn’t dated anyone else since I left and vowed fervently that I was the only person she wanted. So, she pushed me hard to stay longer.

“No, it’s still way too early for me to go down that road,”

I informed her.

She pleaded with me to come back, but I didn’t say yes. After giving her my new email address, I didn’t say anything more.

My response to her request for my phone number was:

“You’ll just blow it up with texts and calls.”

She wept over it, but in the end, she agreed with my choice. She promised to send me an email with information on returning to town the following weekend.

Before she left, I asked her directly:

“Would you have forgiven me if I had been the one cheating?”

Before she got into her car, she responded after pausing to reflect:

“Yes, in time, but only if we saw a marriage counselor and worked through the healing process with lots of talking. Maybe even a binding agreement.”

“All right, maybe I could do that in 5 or 10 years,”

I answered.

“I would wait if that’s what it would take,”

she replied.

She then took both of my hands in hers, looked me in the eye, and said:

“God damn it, Paul, I will always love you and will do anything to prove it.”

This statement truly caught me off guard. Her remarks continued to upset me even after she left.

She had spoken those words so firmly. However, I was still unable to envision us reuniting.

Even though I felt better about the incident, I was unable to perceive her as a friend at this time. Perhaps a friend, but even that was a mystery.

I returned home, enjoyed a long run, had some beer, and thought about how far I had come. Could someone please assure me that she wouldn’t destroy the tranquility I had created for myself?

I had no idea. I had the luxury of time to sort through it and get perspective, but it was all still too vivid in my mind.

Last update: Most likely this will be my final update. When I first uploaded my story to Reddit, the moderators kept taking it down.

In summary, I ghosted my ex-wife for more than a year before she discovered me. She wanted to make amends and start over with us.

You will be deeply disappointed if you thought I would be the typical beta blue pill fool and forgive her. She expressed her love and regret for the affair in a lengthy email she sent me last week.

She offered to come out and stay with me for the weekend once more. My answer: I silenced her.

I informed her that I had no plans to make amends with her. I’m totally happy living alone, taking advantage of my secluded position, and keeping things simple.

At 32, I’m not in a rush to make changes. I have my own self-determination plan and have enjoyed the company of a few women and friends.

I made it clear in my email response that I had no intention of reconciling and declined to provide her with my phone number.

“I no longer know or trust you because you made your bed. I hope the best for you and perhaps we might become friends in the future, but not right now,”

I said.

She was annoyed by my evasiveness and responded in a telling way. She acknowledged that she had taken a job offer from a different state.

Her true goal had been for me to accompany her, believing that my remote work would make the move simple. She wished we could start over somewhere new.

She wanted to visit me in person to attempt to persuade me because she was running out of time before moving. Luckily for me, her time was up because I had a week of business travel scheduled.

I’m grateful I will no longer have her in my life. She will soon recognize that her time with me is over, but I anticipate receiving a few more emails.

She’ll need to find someone else, and she might even cheat on them. To anyone reading this, make the most of your life, let go of the past, and give yourself the strength to go on.

To all of you, good luck. Thank you for watching.

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