She was the last person anybody would imagine that from. All her life she had been regarded as almost a saint, and even when she fell in love, it still seemed pure, not even that put a blemish on her -up to then-, perfect existence, but then that night changed it all, and the worst part was that she did not regret one bit. She still couldn't explain how she had managed to look at her husband everyday and not spill everything, how he had not
suspected anything. She was never a good liar, and yet she lived her married life is seeming bliss. Maybe it was because since that night, she had not seen her other lover that she could almost pretend like that never happened. But that had happened and now she was carrying a child that she was not sure who that father was.
It had all happened so fast, she had a hard time remembering the details. If anyone had told her she'd be cheating on her soon-to-be husband, she
would have been the first one to dismiss that. It was such an appalling thing to do to someone who trusted her so much, she thought, but when it
came down to it, she felt more guilty for toying with the other's feelings than for having cheated.
Her feelings had become jumbled, she being unable to decipher her feelings for both men. Both were important to her, one was her first love, the
love of her life she thought, but after that little affair, she knew one thing, her soon-to-be husband was her first love, but was he really the love of
her life? Ultimately she decided that he was her true love and married him, but somewhere deep down she always asked herself if it had been the
right decision. Of course, now that she found herself pregnant, she decided, for the sake of the child growing inside of her to keep quiet about the
affair and let the child be born into a family. What she didn't know was the immense strain that decision was going to put on her marriage.