✨ HIS MIDNIGHT SIN.✨ Every night of my marriage followed the same gentle ritual. My husband would come into the bedroom with a small bowl of sliced fruit apples,watermelon, sometimes mango. He would smile the same warm smile that made everyone believe he was the perfect man. "Eat first," he would say softly. "You need strength." I believed that was love. After eating, I always felt sleepy. Heavy. Like someone had wrapped a thick blanket around my mind. I would drift off, thinking that maybe later that night we would make love like husband and wife. But every morning was strange. I would wake up with no memory of the night before. "Did we…?" I once asked shyly. He laughed lightly. "Of course we did. You were just very tired." I tried to believe him. He was caring. He sent me money even when I didn’t ask. He took me on vacations. He bought me dresses I admired in passing. Everyone told me how lucky I was. Yet something in my heart always whispered that something was wrong. Because I never felt like a woman who had been loved. Today, I decided to test the truth. When he brought the fruit, I smiled and thanked him. But when he left the room, I quietly poured it into the trash and rinsed the bowl. Later he asked, "Did you eat it?" "Yes," I said. He kissed my forehead and turned off the lights. I lay there pretending to sleep. Minutes passed. Then an hour. I heard him get up quietly. His voice dropped to a whisper as he spoke on the phone. "Come now,"he said. "She’s asleep.” My heart began to pound so loudly I thought he might hear it. A while later, the front door opened. Footsteps. Another man entered the room. My husband leaned over the bed first, gently touching my shoulder as if checking whether I was awake. I kept my breathing slow and steady. Then I felt the mattress sink beside him. And in the dim light, through my half -closed eyes, I saw the truth of my marriage. My husband was not coming to bed with me. He was kissing the man who had just entered our house. I stayed frozen, my chest burning like someone had lit a fire inside it. The bed moved softly as they held each other, whispering things I couldn’t fully hear ,and they made love ,when he was about to cum he moved towards me pulled down my pant and poured it inside me . In that moment, the whole puzzle of my marriage fell into place. The fruit. The sleep. The mornings with no memories. My perfect husband had built a perfect lie. I didn't move until the room became quiet again. When the other man left and my husband lay beside me, he wrapped his arm around my waist like nothing had happened. Like I was still the sleeping wife who knew nothing. But I was wide awake. And now I knew everything. Morning came slowly. He smiled at me the same way he always did. "Did you sleep well?" he asked. I looked at him for a long moment. For the first time since our marriage began, I didn’t feel confused. Only one question echoed in my mind. WHAT DO I DO NOW?
