For You


I was nervous wreck, waiting for my husband to come home. I had to tell him today. I had to.

Yeah right, CeCe. You've been telling yourself that for months.

But tonight, I actually would. Because the farther I let it go without telling him the truth, the more I would hurt him when the truth came out. Deuce had gone on a business trip to New York. He was a photographer, and he;d gone to capture the sights and scenes of the Big Apple. He'd been gone for a week now, and he'd be home today. Had I missed him? I was ashamed to say I hadn't.

I had Gunther, after all.

I'd been cheating on Deuce with Gunther for the past seven months now. At first, I was sure it was just a one night stand type of thing, just for fun, a mistake. But it got a lot more serious than that. We started meeting up a lot. Sometimes to talk, sometimes for sex, sometimes just to be together. I felt complete when I was with Gunther. I felt whole. But I never told Deuce, of course. I was too much of a coward for that.

It would kill him if I did. I would ruin him. Gunther was a close friend of his, and the first time I met him, he'd annoyed the hell out of me with his sexist remarks and his inability to ever take anything seriously. Whenever he came round to Deuce and I's house, I would stay locked in the bedroom I shared with Deuce, waiting for him to leave.

He'd tried to tempt me before. Into sex, into kissing, but I'd always resisted because Gunther simply repulsed me. I never saw what Deuce saw in him.

But, that all changed, one day.

Deuce was at a high school reunion, and, of course, since Gunther had been his friend since his school days, he was there too, much to my distaste. The party was pretty boring for me, but Deuce seemed to be having fun, so I didn't complain. I sat at a table by myself, drink in hand, and watched Deuce and Gunther chat to their old class mates. I narrowed my eyes at Gunther, the annoyance I had for him coming through whenever he did something I didn't like, like feeling the girls up or giving out his phone number.

But why would I care if he did either of these things? It wasn't like he was Deuce. He could do whatever he liked. It was none of my business. But it felt like it was. I suddenly realized what I felt wasn't anger - it was jealousy. I blushed as red as my drink. Who was I jealous of? The girls Gunther was flirting with, or course. I looked down and stared at the table in front of me. When I looked up, Gunther was making out with some slutty silicone-filled chick with a bad nose job. Anger -jealousy?- rushed through me, and when Gunther finally pulled up for air, he saw me staring and winked.

He'd offered himself to me several times, tried to seduce me, to get me to give in. But I never had.

I got up from where i was sitting and stormed over to Deuce and made up an excuse about me not feeling well, and I wanted to go home. Deuce looked reluctant to leave, and I told him I would go home by myself if he wanted to stay. I couldn't bear watching Gunther anymore.

Gunther offered to take me home instead, and Deuce had been wary, since he knew how much I hated him. But I'd stupidly agreed, and Gunther and I drove to my house in silence. I took deep breaths, and tried to calm myself, and not think about what may or may not happen when we reached my house. Things could either go one way or another, and that possibility seriously scared me.

When we reached my house, my fears came to life. Clothes started flying everywhere, his lips on mine, and we had sex for the first time. After that, I had turned into a very confused person. I didn't know what I wanted - who I loved. But me and Gunther met up regularly after that, and no matter how many times I told him I didn't want to do it anymore, and I tried to stay away, my efforts always proved to be futile.

With time, I fell in love with him.

Gunther'd always wanted me to tell Deuce, but, like I said, I'm a coward. He would be so happy to know I'm telling him tonight. As if on cue, at that moment, Deuce walked through the front door, smiling at me. I smiled back at him, guilt slowly eating away at me. I was surprised I wasn't a hollow shell yet. I stood up, and walked over to him, using my much-practiced I-am-so-happy-to-see-you grin. "Welcome home!" I greeted him, hugging him tightly.

He hugged me back, but seemed somewhat reluctant. I pulled away, and pulled him to sit on the sofa beside me. More guilt washed through me, The amount of times Gunther and I'd done it on this couch was, at this point in time, uncountable. "How was it?!" I squealed, trying to look excited for him. "The convention was great..." I sensed there was more to it. "You okay, hon?" I asked. "Well... there's something I need to tell you..."

I nodded, gesturing for him to go on. "Well... CeCe, one day, at one of the parties I went to, I... I cheated on you," He seemed to be bracing himself for my answer, but I couldn't speak. "With who?" I finally choked out. I couldn't believe this. "I'm so sorry, CeCe, I'm so, so sorry. She meant nothing to me. I love you - I always have... Please forgive me. I don't know how I'd survive without you." The guilt was nearly unbearable. He had cheated on me - and he had confessed immediately. And, worse still, he still wanted me back.

"Why don't you go take a shower? We'll talk about this later," I told him. He nodded, and walked upstairs, his bag trailing after him.


This is going to be a short story, about four chapters long at the most. Review if you think I should