Lies deceit and punishment
By Annabelle Rose 22
Summary: Harry's having an affair and it's tearing Ginny apart. She decides to take action and confront him for his actions.
UPDATED:31ST May 2013; I fixed some major errors thanks to a beta. :) I hope you guys enjoyed it.
Chapter One.
Ginny's Pov:
I open my eyes, staring at the ceiling. The window is open halfway and I can feel the cold air against me. It is quiet around the house as usual. I wait for my husband, Harry to return home. He has not yet arrived... and I now know why.
I turn to look at the clock. It's 10:30 pm. He promised that he would be home by eight. It's been over two hours. We usually have dinner together, like any other couple. He promised he wouldn't be late. Harry has acted different towards me lately. We never talk any more. Whenever I try to talk to him, it seems like his mind is somewhere else- and I know where it is.
I thought I was clever, I thought I was smart, I thought I knew about my surroundings and the people in it. I was wrong...deeply wrong. I feel like I am losing my mind most of the time. I had been very blind; blind indeed for years! Since marrying Harry, since leaving Hogwarts, since walking down those stairs and looking into those emerald eyes...
I know that without a shadow of a doubt, my Husband Harry is having an affair on me.
My heart aches at my core and tears swell up in my eyes. The Harry that I loved is gone; replaced by something cold and deserted. He never sits down or talks to me. He rarely kisses me. We haven't had have sex in weeks...
There will be times when I try to have him sit down and have a conversation with me, but he just shoves me off with an excuse and bolts out of the door, leaving me once again in tears. I cry myself to sleep at night. My dreams block the pain that at times, I don't even know if he comes home or stays out...
The bed has been cold for several nights.
Does he even care that how he's hurting me, or what this is doing to me?
My thoughts about him and hidden infidelities are interrupted when I hear the door knob turn. I close my eyes, pretending that I am asleep as I hear the door open. As he walks in, he doesn't even notice that I am staring at him with my barely closed eyes. I can see him in my blurred vision. I look at his hair: it's a tousled mess but it was neater from when he went to work this morning. His tie was loosened, wrapped around his neck like a dangled rag doll, and his shirt was half-way buttoned as if he was in a hurry to get home. To try to cover his dirty secrets and his lies. I can hear his clothes falling to the floor with a silent thump. I can hear him walk towards the bed, crawling in beside me. He doesn't even make an effort to even kiss me, and I am thankful that he didn't...with that dirty mouth. I can smell sex on his mouth, so strong that I almost gag. Damn him! How dare he? He thinks that he can go and fuck that bitch and bastard and lay in bed with me like he hasn't done anything wrong?
And at that time, at that very second, I decide to have a revelation. I will not cry any more. I will not be ignored any more. I want to catch him in the act. Even if I have to follow him for weeks. I will make him pay for the pain he caused me.
Starting tomorrow.