The Husband by AA Brookes

Author:AA Brookes [Brookes, AA]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2020-09-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 47

Harry

I was in a living hell and I didn’t know what to do. I hoped that by giving Becca time, she would let me come home and we could move on. I just needed the opportunity to prove that she was my everything; but that was hard as she wouldn’t even talk to me. She wouldn’t take my calls or answer my texts; I even resorted to writing to her. Nothing. I knew I deserved it; my behaviour had been despicable. All I knew is that I loved my wife and I couldn’t live without her.

I call home each evening to speak to Gabriel, which can be a challenge with an autistic eight-year-old. Our interactions were short and simple. Some evenings were better than others; it depended on his mood. I had a pretty good handle on his moods and how to work with him if he was wound up or anxious. On Friday evening I would get home and spend time with him, while Becca seemed to disappear. I never knew where she went, I suppose I had no right to know any more. I enjoyed being home at the weekend, but I missed my wife. She was around, but not there. Becca went out on Saturday night, she looked like a million dollars. Becca always looks good; jeans and T shirt or even in her running gear with her hair in a ponytail. She always looks great, but wow, she was stunning all dressed up in a sexy black dress and heels. She was home at around midnight; I was still up and I opened the door for her. She kissed me and my heart lifted, we went up to bed and made love; I loved the feel of her skin under my hands and her lips felt so good as we kissed. I actually slept that night. I hadn’t slept well over the last month and I had no appetite; but that night I slept, with my arm around my wife and my leg touching her leg. I wanted to feel her next to me; to have contact. Then, in the morning she said it wasn’t working me coming and going. I asked her what she meant; she said I had to find somewhere else to live and we have to tell the children that we are separating. I really didn’t know what to do.

I couldnt’t stay in the London flat for much longer so I need a longer-term plan. London, close to work or Surrey close to Gabriel? I text Becca to ask if I can come for Gabe at around lunchtime on Saturday lunchtime. One-word reply – Yes. I made arrangements to start looking at some rental properties in Surrey. After a couple of weeks I eventually find a little two bed cottage in the town 15 minutes’ drive from the house. I sign a six-month lease and move in the following week. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

Becca has text me to ask if we can meet in London to talk.

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