Just say I do

I now understand the temptation that Eve had when forbidden fruit was placed in front of her unknowing eyes, how much desire and curiosity lived inside her. From the moment she reached up and took the forbidden fruit, she was doomed in a world of pain and suffering that God had bestowed upon her sinful life. Having an affair felt the same way. When I first started, the temptation was real. Each time I tried to resist, I would slowly reach for that forbidden fruit or in my case, a woman. Her temptation was strong and my desire was high and like the cat, I got killed with curiosity that had gotten the best of me. I can admit that I was horribly mistaken when I mistook her pleasure for love when in reality it was nothing but venom, the venom that tasted bitterly sweet. My feelings for her though were simply pleasure but for her, it was so much more. A bit of my soul was taken each time I took a bite from the forbidden fruit, part of me was lost but my wife, my wife was destroyed. My actions were selfish and my thoughts were sinfully guilty but that's not the worst part. The worst part was that I knew it but at the time I didn't want to stop. I traded in my wife whom, everyday cooks a fresh meal for me when I walk through the door, a wife that raises my children in the most saint like-way she knows how, someone that nurtures me back to health when sick, and even stayed with me when I was poor, all for s*x. I should have said and done all the right things when it came to Simiah. That was her name, Simiah which sounded as beautiful as she looked in person. My biggest mistake was not saying no like I should have. If I did, I would have avoided this very moment. "How long has it been going on Marcus?"Sofia's voice wasn't its usual soft and happy voice, No. Her voice sounded strained and heavily accented with her fluent Spanish, something she only did when she was mad. She swirled her brown liqueur in her clear glass, drowning it with her eyes squeezed shut, feeling the burn. Her gaze then returned to mine, hurt would be an understatement but not far from it. " Sofia, baby don't -" My reflexes were quick and intense as I dodged her glass she aimed for me. The glass shattered against the white walls, crystal noises as it hit the floor. Her eyes were full of tears that were streaming down her soft olive complexion. Guilt swirled inside of me causing my eyes to lose her gaze in shame. My eyes closed briefly as I leaned against the white, cool countertop. She didn't deserve this Marcus and you don't deserve her. " I said how f*****g long have you been f*****g this puta!". She demanded, her voice echoing loudly off of the wall of our kitchen. " A year". I admitted quietly, with shame. " But it didn't mean anything Sofia I promise,"My reached for her but she pulled back. " It meant nothing to you?! Are you f*****g serious Marcus?! A whole year went by of you f*****g this w***e and for what? Fun? Since it didn't f*****g mean anything to you then why waste your time with that b***h?!". She screamed at me, her arms moving with every word she said. She paced around the kitchen as a sob passed through her soft lips. Her head shook in disappointment and her eyes sagged with anger and pain, confusion and sadness. " Did you think I had fun waiting in my bed wondering when you would come home? Do you think I had fun with raising these kids by myself? This was supposed to be a partnership, Marcus! Did those words I do just go over your head?! What about when you promised to love me and only me?! Did you still think about me when your pito was in her?". Her tone was laced with anger. Her eyes were narrowed toward my direction, disgust and hatred swirled in her beautiful brown orbs. " I cook, I clean, I take care of the kids, I stay in shape and I give you all of me when you ask and most importantly I love you, Marcus. I love you and you f*****g cheat on me?". She scoffed, reaching up to wipe the smeared mascara under her eyes. " You're pathetic and you disgust me," She hissed at me. " Don't you understand Sofia?! You're perfect to me! too perfect for me that you allow no room for mistakes. You do the same routine every day and I grew tired of that! I felt like the love wasn't there from you because you don't let me touch you anymore!, you don't let me hold you the way I used to when we were first together! You make no time for nothing new to happen, - " The sound of a slap silenced the whole house. Her hand left a burning sensation on my cheek and it was tender to the touch. I suddenly realized that anything I said from here on out wouldn't fix anything, wouldn't change my actions. She had left me with nothing to say or feel other than the much deserving guilt that manifested within me. " Mama what's going on?". A soft voice came from the walkway of the kitchen. Standing there was Isabella and Santi who had horrid looks on their faces. Isabella was my fifteen-year-old daughter who was short and had wavy black hair like her mother. She had olive skin and bright brown eyes with a typical awkward teen posture. Isabella had resembled her mother while Santi resembled me. Santi was my youngest who'd been four-years-old. He had wavy brown hair and pale skin with a small tan to his complexion. He had blue eyes like myself and chubby fat cheeks that were now stained with tears at the moment. Seeing my children's faces full of concern and fear made me straighten myself up. I cleared my throat and headed over to their small figures compared to mine, so I'd hold them and tell them that everything was alright. It was the one thing that I wish I could for Sofia right now but I knew she wouldn't let me. "No". She hissed toward me, holding up her hand to stop me from walking any further. Her attention had returned back to our children as she walked over there. She caressed Isabella's hair while her hand pulled Santi to her. " Shhh, guys everything is okay. Your father was just leaving, so say your goodbyes". She said to them softly before turning to me. " Get your s**t out of my house and go find somewhere else to say. You can pick up your things tomorrow morning from the front porch because that is where it'll be". She spoke her accent now on full blast again. " Daddy you're leaving?" Santi's small figure stood in front of him with confused and glossy eyes. I made my way over to the two of them while Sofia stepped away. My arms wrapped around Isabella's soft figure while Santi leaned into my leg. My hands reached up to his hair and ruffled through my fingers. " I promise I'll be back guys. Your mother and I just... we need space of our own, you know? Just some time apart. And once this blows over, everything will go back to normal". I sounded as if I was trying to convince myself more then them but my voice was underlined with pain. " Nothing will ever be the same between us Marcus and I mean nothing". Sofia choked out, letting out a sob she covered with her hand. She turned from the children not wanting them to see her cry or how I broke her. I placed my lips to my daughter's and son's forehead and pulled them into a warm tight embrace. Tears now stained my white shirt from my daughter who understood what was happening but did not understand the reason for why it happened. My son still scared drew away from me and ran into his mother's arms. You have caused nothing but pain Marcus it's time to leave. I couldn't bear being in this house a second longer, looking at my children's and wife's pained faces and tears. I couldn't bear being in this house because the reality of my affair, and what it has done, has officially broken my children. I left the house without looking back over my shoulder. My feet had taken me to my all grey Range Rover and I took off in the direction I knew I shouldn't have. Anger and frustration had rushed through my veins with extremity but no emotion could replace the extreme guilt that would forever linger in my heart. After twenty minutes of driving, a view of a medium sized brown house, underlined with white banisters, windows, and steps, Appeared bigger and bigger as I pulled into the all too familiar driveway. " You're full of emotions right now Marcus. You can't get tempted and fall into her trap, not when your wife and kids are at home". I muttered to myself. I pushed open my door and made my way to the front of the house. The porch lights had flicked on, sensing my motion and slowly my feet made its way to the front of the door. My hand reached up to knock the door but grew hesitant. My mind was set on turning back around and buying a ticket to wherever the hell would get me far away from her. Running was something that I was very good at but if I wanted my wife and my children back, this needed to be done. My first and had banged on the door loudly, a dog inside barked and the lights that were off had flicked on. Shuffling could be heard in the house and soon enough the door opened. I was sure of myself when I say that this was Satan in the flesh. The beautiful ebony girl I'd fallen in love with, starred up at me with those luscious green eyes. Her full and ready lips begged to be kissed and stuffed with every inch of me. My eyes found themselves wandering down her body that was now covered in red silk shorts, that showed her long legs and wide hips, and her soft ass that hung out of her shorts. Her red lacy bra cupped those small chocolate breasts. Who the f**k answers the door wearing this? Satan Marcus. Satan dresses like this. Be strong. My breath was shaky and words could not form what I wanted to say. Simiah stared at me with a sappy look on her face, her head tilted slightly as she tried to read me but couldn't. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, her voice silvery and knowingly seductive. "Marcus?".