Natalie sat staring at the telephone. Her stomach was in knots, the same as it had been ever since she kissed Troy
goodbye at the airport. The look in his eyes when she told him she was going to a four day convention told the whole
story. He could barely contain his enthusiasm, it was written all over his face. “How many days are you going to be
gone?” he’d asked with the anticipation of a child on Christmas Eve. She’d waited until the last minute to tell him she
was going away in hopes of spoiling any opportunity for a spur of the moment rendezvous with that whore Tiffany.
So here she sat in a hotel, 3000 miles away, trying to muster up the nerve to call home. She knew if he answered the
phone shed be somewhat relieved, but at the same time would question whether he was simply waiting for her call
before creeping out. She knew he wouldn't have the balls to bring that woman into her home, especially with Ms Kitty
across the street keeping a careful watch over the block. But nosey Ms Kitty would not keep him from pretending he
was going to sleep for the night and then making his way over to his lovers house……again. And what if he didn't
answer the phone? Then what would she do? It’s not like she could get in her car and drive by Tiffany's house. There
wasn't even anyone she could employ to help her out. She had become so embarrassed about the state of her
relationship that she could not bare to tell a soul she'd suspected her husband was fooling around. Besides, until she
had concrete proof, she wasn't saying a word to anyone, not even to her big sister.
Before she realized it, 40 minutes had passed. She couldn't take it any longer. Natalie took a deep breath and dialed
her home number:
One ring.………………...........
Two rings..................………….
Three rings……………….........
Voicemail picks up.
She slammed down the phone. “Damn!” she yelled, “where the hell is he? It’s 11:00 on a Thursday Night and he
doesn't have anywhere else to be but at home, in the bed!” She knew she had no other choice but to call his
cellphone, but for some crazy reason she could not remember the number. She began scrolling through her phone
book, trying to find his number. Her hands were shaking so profusely that she could barely press the buttons.
Natalie was an absolute wreck. “Breathe, just breathe” she told herself, “Maybe he's in the shower and doesn't hear
the phone ringing, or maybe he’s already asleep. Just breathe.” She hated this feeling. It was as if a python was
squeezing her chest and worms were squirming through her intestines. She wondered how much longer she could live
like this because she knew she couldn't take much more. Natalie finally found the number and called his cell:
One ring……………………...
Two rings……………………....
Three rings…………………….
Voicemail picks up.
She thought she was going to pass out. Four rings meant his phone was turned on, he was choosing not to answer it
and he was not at home. She wondered why she always had to be right, why every scenario she concocted always
came true, and why the hell this man could not just level with her and get out of her life if he wanted to be with
someone else.
Natalie sat silently perched somewhere between anger and despair,and
contemplated her options, of which there were none. She knew the only
thing left to do was call Tiffany’s house. She knew that whore would not
answer the phone if Troy was there but would jump for the phone if he
wasn’t, in hopes it was him calling. She scrolled through her phone book
to find Tiffany’s number, which was safely concealed under the name
Scarlet. She pressed the send button but realized she’d mistakenly dialed
Tiffany’s work number when Tiffany's work voicemail picked up… “Hi, this
is Tiff in customer relations, I will be unexpectedly away from the office
Thursday and Friday and will return Monday. Please leave a message
and I……” Natalie hung up the phone and threw it across the room. She
was numb. She had no words, no thoughts, no direction. But what she did
have was knowledge. She knew the greeting on Tiffany's voicemail was
left intentionally for her to hear, she knew she would not be hearing from
her husband that night, and she knew somewhere, at that very moment in time, Tiffany was satisfying her man in ways
inconceivable to the mortal mind.
Natalie swallowed repeatedly, trying to keep the acid from creeping up into her throat, but it was too late. And when
she saw the fluorescent colored bile from her stomach spewing into the toilet bowl, it became evident that someone
would probably have to die before this thing was over……she just hoped it wouldn't be her.
The only thing worse than the suspicion your cheating partner is contacting or spending time with their lover is the
confirmation that your suspicions were correct. This is truly a devastating reality because, as the victim of betrayal, the
inability to control the situation leaves you feeling both helpless and angry. From the moment the betrayed spouse
learns of the affair they begin analyzing and anticipating the cheaters every move. Although a betrayed spouse wants
so badly to believe the stories offered by the cheater, deep inside of themselves the war between common sense,
intuition and benefit of the doubt rages. When you've been in a relationship for any significant period of time you learn
your mates patterns, routines, and basic M.O. Therefore, when your intuition tells you your mate is likely to seize a
particular opportunity to spend time with their lover, you can pretty much bet your intuition is correct. Even though you
hope like hell that this time you are wrong and that in this instance, on this day, your mate will take the high road, you
are often sadly disappointed.
How many times have you hesitated to inform your mate of pending out of town plans in order to “keep them on their
toes”? How many times have you purposely shortened the amount of time you will be preoccupied in order to cut in to
the available opportunity for your spouse to do a bit of creeping around? Unfortunately, when one is involved in the
midst of an affair, especially a new and exciting one, they will seize any available opportunity to spend time or make
contact with their lover. Regardless of how much time is allotted, a determined cheater will make ample use of
whatever opportunity is presented. Therefore, whether the betrayed spouse is traveling out of town, working late at
the office, stuck at home with the kids, or taking a quick shower, the likelihood of the cheater making a visit or quick
phone call to the other man or woman is high.
Therefore, when your intuition tells you your mate has ulterior motives for driving you to the airport and waiting there
until your plane is safely airborne, you are probably correct. What you need to realize, however, is that altering your
schedule, rearranging your itinerary, or doubling back to check his or her story is simply putting a band-aid over a
bullet wound. Such actions on your part will not end the affair but rather delay the inevitable, at best. If a person is
determined to cheat then that is exactly what they are going to do, regardless of any roadblocks erected to hinder
their progress. This is not the time to agonize over the fact that your suspicions were confirmed, once again. The
question now is what are you going to do about it?
goodbye at the airport. The look in his eyes when she told him she was going to a four day convention told the whole
story. He could barely contain his enthusiasm, it was written all over his face. “How many days are you going to be
gone?” he’d asked with the anticipation of a child on Christmas Eve. She’d waited until the last minute to tell him she
was going away in hopes of spoiling any opportunity for a spur of the moment rendezvous with that whore Tiffany.
So here she sat in a hotel, 3000 miles away, trying to muster up the nerve to call home. She knew if he answered the
phone shed be somewhat relieved, but at the same time would question whether he was simply waiting for her call
before creeping out. She knew he wouldn't have the balls to bring that woman into her home, especially with Ms Kitty
across the street keeping a careful watch over the block. But nosey Ms Kitty would not keep him from pretending he
was going to sleep for the night and then making his way over to his lovers house……again. And what if he didn't
answer the phone? Then what would she do? It’s not like she could get in her car and drive by Tiffany's house. There
wasn't even anyone she could employ to help her out. She had become so embarrassed about the state of her
relationship that she could not bare to tell a soul she'd suspected her husband was fooling around. Besides, until she
had concrete proof, she wasn't saying a word to anyone, not even to her big sister.
Before she realized it, 40 minutes had passed. She couldn't take it any longer. Natalie took a deep breath and dialed
her home number:
One ring.………………...........
Two rings..................………….
Three rings……………….........
Voicemail picks up.
She slammed down the phone. “Damn!” she yelled, “where the hell is he? It’s 11:00 on a Thursday Night and he
doesn't have anywhere else to be but at home, in the bed!” She knew she had no other choice but to call his
cellphone, but for some crazy reason she could not remember the number. She began scrolling through her phone
book, trying to find his number. Her hands were shaking so profusely that she could barely press the buttons.
Natalie was an absolute wreck. “Breathe, just breathe” she told herself, “Maybe he's in the shower and doesn't hear
the phone ringing, or maybe he’s already asleep. Just breathe.” She hated this feeling. It was as if a python was
squeezing her chest and worms were squirming through her intestines. She wondered how much longer she could live
like this because she knew she couldn't take much more. Natalie finally found the number and called his cell:
One ring……………………...
Two rings……………………....
Three rings…………………….
Voicemail picks up.
She thought she was going to pass out. Four rings meant his phone was turned on, he was choosing not to answer it
and he was not at home. She wondered why she always had to be right, why every scenario she concocted always
came true, and why the hell this man could not just level with her and get out of her life if he wanted to be with
someone else.
Natalie sat silently perched somewhere between anger and despair,and
contemplated her options, of which there were none. She knew the only
thing left to do was call Tiffany’s house. She knew that whore would not
answer the phone if Troy was there but would jump for the phone if he
wasn’t, in hopes it was him calling. She scrolled through her phone book
to find Tiffany’s number, which was safely concealed under the name
Scarlet. She pressed the send button but realized she’d mistakenly dialed
Tiffany’s work number when Tiffany's work voicemail picked up… “Hi, this
is Tiff in customer relations, I will be unexpectedly away from the office
Thursday and Friday and will return Monday. Please leave a message
and I……” Natalie hung up the phone and threw it across the room. She
was numb. She had no words, no thoughts, no direction. But what she did
have was knowledge. She knew the greeting on Tiffany's voicemail was
left intentionally for her to hear, she knew she would not be hearing from
her husband that night, and she knew somewhere, at that very moment in time, Tiffany was satisfying her man in ways
inconceivable to the mortal mind.
Natalie swallowed repeatedly, trying to keep the acid from creeping up into her throat, but it was too late. And when
she saw the fluorescent colored bile from her stomach spewing into the toilet bowl, it became evident that someone
would probably have to die before this thing was over……she just hoped it wouldn't be her.
The only thing worse than the suspicion your cheating partner is contacting or spending time with their lover is the
confirmation that your suspicions were correct. This is truly a devastating reality because, as the victim of betrayal, the
inability to control the situation leaves you feeling both helpless and angry. From the moment the betrayed spouse
learns of the affair they begin analyzing and anticipating the cheaters every move. Although a betrayed spouse wants
so badly to believe the stories offered by the cheater, deep inside of themselves the war between common sense,
intuition and benefit of the doubt rages. When you've been in a relationship for any significant period of time you learn
your mates patterns, routines, and basic M.O. Therefore, when your intuition tells you your mate is likely to seize a
particular opportunity to spend time with their lover, you can pretty much bet your intuition is correct. Even though you
hope like hell that this time you are wrong and that in this instance, on this day, your mate will take the high road, you
are often sadly disappointed.
How many times have you hesitated to inform your mate of pending out of town plans in order to “keep them on their
toes”? How many times have you purposely shortened the amount of time you will be preoccupied in order to cut in to
the available opportunity for your spouse to do a bit of creeping around? Unfortunately, when one is involved in the
midst of an affair, especially a new and exciting one, they will seize any available opportunity to spend time or make
contact with their lover. Regardless of how much time is allotted, a determined cheater will make ample use of
whatever opportunity is presented. Therefore, whether the betrayed spouse is traveling out of town, working late at
the office, stuck at home with the kids, or taking a quick shower, the likelihood of the cheater making a visit or quick
phone call to the other man or woman is high.
Therefore, when your intuition tells you your mate has ulterior motives for driving you to the airport and waiting there
until your plane is safely airborne, you are probably correct. What you need to realize, however, is that altering your
schedule, rearranging your itinerary, or doubling back to check his or her story is simply putting a band-aid over a
bullet wound. Such actions on your part will not end the affair but rather delay the inevitable, at best. If a person is
determined to cheat then that is exactly what they are going to do, regardless of any roadblocks erected to hinder
their progress. This is not the time to agonize over the fact that your suspicions were confirmed, once again. The
question now is what are you going to do about it?
| Infidelity: One womans story |
| Relationships Cheating, and Infidelity Expert. Danine Manette Ultimate Betrayal |
