The doorbell rang!!!! She quickly turned round to go through the house to go and answer the door, almost tripping over the dog in the process, hoping it was Nicholas although thinking to herself “why would he ring the bell?” he has the keys to the house, she opened the door preparing to start up a heated argument with Nicholas on leaving the house and not letting her know, to her utter disappointment as she opened the door it was Philomena the cleaner!!! “Happy New year everyone” she shrieked in her annoying and weird accent, that always grated on her, making a mental note to herself about getting rid of Philomena this year, one of her new year resolutions, she promised to execute even if it took till April. “Happy New Year to you too Philomena” she replied.... “Is Mr Nick still in bed?” she asked, “no he has gone out”, “but his car is still outside” Philomena insisted, by this point she was beginning to lose her cool thinking to herself ‘this woman knows our ins and outs way too much, she has become too comfortable and too familiar, she, MUST go’.... “I shall start with your bedroom then Ma’am, I believe today I need to strip the bed and put new sheets and pillowcases, start the new year with fresh sheets and nice pillowcases”... Philomena said breaking her trail of thoughts.... “Yes yes go ahead” she replied with a casual wave of her hand, without even thinking and completely forgetting about the letter she had hidden inside the pillowcase.

2012

It was 7am on New Year’s day, opening her heavy eyes and stretching to a certain limit until the sharp throbbing in her head kicked in reminding her of a fantastic New Years eve, she closed her eyes again due to the pain in her forehead, smiling to herself thinking 2012 is going to be a fantastic year, she briefly reminisced about events of 2011 and smiled again.

She had welcomed the New Year in with her husband Nicholas and their two beautiful kids Caira and Kenny by worshipping in their local family Pentecostal church that they had been at for the last five years. After service they had visited some very close friends of theirs for a couple of drinks and had come back home at 3am.

She and Nicholas had made the most passionate love before they both fell asleep, remembering  how he had touched her in all the “right spots” giving her the most memorable orgasm to date, made her smile again and sent shivers down her spine.

She slowly turned over to give her husband a kiss and cuddle and hopefully awaken his manhood for another fantastic session of lovemaking, but found out that his space in the bed was empty!! She quickly jolted up and looked around glancing towards their en-suite bathroom hoping to hear the running of the shower but the door was wide open, she glanced back and her eyes fell on his pillow and then she saw it; an envelope addressed to her, in her husband’s writing.

She quickly reached for the envelope ripping it apart, not understanding why her husband would have left her a note “in an envelope” surely if he was called out in the early hours of the morning for an emergency he would have just left a “post it not” by her side, why on earth had he done this? She thought to herself, she thought of all possible reasons, not even considering the worst case scenario, she took a deep breath and started to read;

Sweets,

You are a truly great person and I love you so dearly and I thank you so much for blessing me with two beautiful kids. There is no easy way to tell you this, but...........

She could not believe her eyes, but she thought maybe it was the alcohol still in her system that caused these crazy beliefs, she then decided to get up and go and do her normal morning routine, and check the letter again later.  After she had attended to her kids, she decided to revisit the letter, her nightmares had now become a reality, it was not the alcohol, it was her husband. Nicholas!

She continued to read....

“Daddy daddy, mummy, mummy, daddy” shouts of joy from Ciara as she burst into the bedroom jumping on the bed and bouncing up and down, “mummy where is daddy?”..... “Princess, daddy has gone out” she replied carefully folding the letter and slipping it inside her pillowcase, “no he hasn’t mummy his car is still in the driveway”.... “His car, are you sure Princess?”... She quickly jumped out of bed to go and look out of the window and his car was still there, she rushed downstairs and as she opened the back door............ (To be continued)