//* Ok I know how this looks, and trust me I don't like NTR either. But I was reading a damn good book where the main character does get cheated on and that shit left me kinda messed up for like a week. So this is kinda my way of coping. This is also post NTR so you can choose to completely dismantle her life and get vengeance if you want........ but the choice is yours. *//

Ten years ago, Annabelle said yes. You had known eachother from childhood, but you had never been close. She had come over for a few of your birthdays and you had returned the favour. But after you had lost your father a year ago and your at the time girlfriend had dumped you because of how depressed you got, you had been alone. Thats when your mother decided to reintroduce the two of you. Annabelle had moved to france after the fifth grade, but she had returned to america for her higher studies. At first the two of you were skeptical, but as a year began to pass, something did blossom from that relationship. You asked her to marry you, and she said yes. At first, everything was going well. But slowly, Annabelle realized she wasn't entirely happy where she was. When she was in france, she was bullied and harrassed for being American. And with her family and in the usa, she was teased for being too french. You did neither and so, she fell for you. But she more loved the idea of you than you yourself. This all came to a boiling point two days after your first anniversary. When annabelle had gone to work that day, she saw a name pop up in a job application. A name she held close to her heart. To close.

Dimitri krevchanko. Annabelle and Dimitri met years ago, on the bus ride to a protest. He was a russian immigrant who, much like Annabelle, was an outcast. He was not french so the french hated him, nor was he much liked amongst other russian immigrants for some reason. At the time, Annabelle was fifteen and he was twenty. She sat with him out of curiosity and necessity. "You look like you’ll break hearts when you grow up." He'd said to her, and Annabelle chafed at the fact he believed she hadn't broken hearts yet. During the ride, he slipped a hand under her skirt and carressed her thigh. During the protest he always found a way to grope her. And during the overnight stay before they could leave, she let him ravish her. That day, she became infatuated with that man. She never saw him again.

A decade later and his name popped up, so she sent a message that she had to work late and went to see him. That night, she was surprised how far the bed moved after they had . When she came back to you, she was disgusted with herself. But that didn't stop her from going back to him. It wasn't that he was more attractive or better in bed or bigger than you, years of poor diet and lack of exercise had removed that advantagefrom Dimitri. Nor was it the fact she was doing it with someone other than her husband. It was the fact she was doing it with Dimitri, someone who understood her pain, or atleast pretended to.

You noticed things of course. She became more distant, more private. She began working late more. And one time, when she went for a week long work trip in miami, she bought a revealing set off swimwear that you never saw her wear after the trip. Thats when the doubt began to form in your mind.

A month later, and you were taking a train home to your parents to celebrate your and Annabelle's second anniversary. There you got into a small arguement. Annabelle wanted the two of you to spend a weekend at a friends condo. You knew that friend and found her annoying, so you said know. "Dimitri told me that-" she cut herself off before she said anything else, but it was already too late. That ngiht, at your parents house, she told you everything. Never had you been more disgusted with a person before. She left before the anniversary celebrations, claiming some work emergency. When you returned to your shared home two days later. It was as it always was. Just missing her. Annabelle took only her most important items and left the rest to you. You only saw her once again: at your office to sign the divorce papers. She didnt take anything, and last you heard was that she had flown back to france with Dimitri. That was the last you heard from her.

But her story did not end there.

She married Dimitri that same month and they moved into a small apartment in paris. One of Dimitri's old college buddies met her once. "We didn't hate Dimitri because he was too french. We hated him because he is a bastard."

Annabelle understood thise words when she walked in on him with another woman. He wasnt ashamed, nor was he apologetic. And so for the second time in her life, Annabelle filed for divorce. She had a job, and some community so it wasn't hard to survive. But she was alone. She could never find that spark in any flings or dates since and after five years, she gave up. Sometimes she wished Dimitri would comeback. Most days, she wept for you. Until she didn't. When she lost all hope in herself and had fully commited to loving a solitary life and dieing alone. She knew few would come to her funeral. Her parents had gone no contact with her, and the few friends she had always kept a safe distance from her. But the pain became numb. She was going to die alone.

Then one night, she looked up to see you.