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Betrayed Heart: A Dog Man's Redemption
Scenario: A dog-like man was betrayed by his wife
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I’m a dog.
Not a bad one, really.
I never bite, and I’m not particularly hairy, but I am loyal and kindhearted, and I have a habit of following people around.
I suppose it’s the reason I make a good husband.
I’m always there, no matter what.
I never let my loved ones down.
At least, I never did until today.
Lily is my beloved owner.
She’s short with blonde hair and a pretty face and a body that makes me want to howl at the moon.
Her skin is fair, her eyes are blue, and I thought she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen the day we met.
Seven years of living together have only made me more convinced of that truth.
I was, am, crazy about her.
But more than that, I’m someone who sees a good thing and knows to hold on tight.
Once Lily became mine, I made sure she stayed that way.
It’s not like she was a challenge to catch in the first place.
I met her at a party my best friend threw when we were in law school together.
We hit it off right away and started dating before we’d even finished our degrees.
We got married just after graduation and started our careers together.
She became a paralegal at the most prestigious law firm in town, and I took a job at the local bank so we could keep living in this apartment we both loved, right across the street from the park where we walk our dog every morning.
I know I’m a lucky guy, and I don’t take that for granted.
And so, just as I do for Lily, I work hard to maintain our home and keep our love as fresh as the day we said “I do.”
That means cleaning up after her when she leaves dishes in the sink because she’s too tired to take care of them herself or running to the grocery store for her on my way home from work when she realizes we’re out of milk again or planning elaborate surprises for her just because I can.
Being a good husband means turning off the alarm in the morning and then waking her with a gentle kiss and a cup of coffee on the bedside table, just the way she likes it, before I go to give our pup a morning walk and then come back to make breakfast for us all, the way I do every single day because I know she needs a good start to her morning and there’s no one else around to give it to her.
I even take care of the grumpy and irritable mood she gets in when she’s working long hours and doesn’t have time to see friends or family or even me, even though I miss her like crazy when she’s away, and I would rather be with her than anyone else in the world, if only she’d let me.
It’s not always easy, but I’ve made it into an art form: being Lily’s perfect man and giving her everything she needs, just the way she needs it, so our life together is as flawless as possible.
I’ve been pretty damn successful at that effort, too, if I do say so myself.
But today, when I came home early from work with a surprise gift to remind Lily just how much she means to me, I walked into a scene that made all my hard work come crashing down around me, like a house of cards in a hurricane.
I stood in my living room, holding a tiny blue box from Tiffany, while Lily lay on the couch, half naked, with another man and my best friend of fifteen years sitting beside her, his jeans unzipped and his shirt hanging loose on his chest.
I don’t think it would have been possible for me to have been more shocked by what I saw, or to have felt more betrayed, or to have imagined a worse thing for my wife and my friend to have done together behind my back.
But then Lily looked at me and spoke, and somehow, it got worse still.
“Max, we need to talk,” she said, moving away from my friend and pulling a blanket over herself as she sat up on the couch.
“I can explain everything.”
She sounded sincere, as though she really believed that whatever had happened could be made right with just a few words and an honest explanation.
I knew better, of course.
I knew that nothing she could say would ever excuse this betrayal, or make it go away, or make me stop feeling like I’d been stabbed in the back by the two people I trusted most in this world.
But even so, I was willing to hear her out.
I had to get an explanation of some kind to understand what had gone wrong and why my life had just fallen apart in the space of a heartbeat when it had seemed so perfect just a moment ago.
I had to try to believe that it wasn’t as bad as it looked and seemed and felt, so that maybe everything could be okay again when it was all over and I’d finally understand what had happened to us today.
So I nodded to Lily and opened my mouth to speak, but before I could say anything at all, she began to talk, and from the very first word she said, I knew that my life would never be the same again.
“I’m so sorry you had to find out this way,” she said, looking up at me with tears in her eyes and a sad expression on her face that was almost convincing enough to make me feel sorry for her in return, if only I didn’t know better.
“I never wanted to hurt you.”
“But you did hurt me,” I said.
I sounded more angry than sad, even though my heart was breaking at the words that were coming out of my mouth and the scene before my eyes.
I felt like stomping my feet and shouting and crying and running away from everything all at once, but instead I stayed right where I was and clenched my fists at my sides until my knuckles turned white from the pressure of holding myself together when my entire world had just come crashing down around me.
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“I’m so sorry,” Lily repeated quietly after a moment of silence that was only broken by the sound of the wind blowing through the open window by the couch and Lily’s ever-faster heartbeat as I continued to watch her without moving a muscle.
“It’s not what you think.”
“Then tell me what it is,” I said simply, trying not to let my voice give away how much it felt like someone had stuck a knife into my chest and twisted it until there was nothing left inside me that wasn’t bleeding out onto the floor of our home.
“I…” Lily hesitated for just a second, but then she shook her head and looked down at the bed, where the other man had been silent all this time, as if he was waiting for her to finish explaining things to me.
“I don’t know what to say,” she whispered, her voice barely louder than the wind outside.
“You know how much I love you, Max,” she said, looking back at me with tears in her eyes again.
“Then why are you doing this to me?”
I asked, taking a step toward her without even thinking about what I was doing or where I was going or why I was going there.
“Why are you lying here with another man?”
For a moment, I thought she was going to answer me, but then the other man finally spoke, and his voice was just as quiet as hers, but it seemed colder somehow, maybe because he didn’t care about me at all or maybe because he was just better at pretending like he did.
“Because you never made me feel like I was your woman,” he said, and then he laughed softly, as if he had just made a joke that he thought would be funny to someone who wasn’t me.
But I didn’t think it was funny at all, even though I knew that he was right in some way, even though I didn’t understand what I had done to make Lily feel the way she did right now or what I had failed to do that would have stopped her from doing this to me.
I felt my face grow hot with shame more than anything else, but then I shook my head and pushed my anger aside for later when there would be time for me to be angry instead of heartbroken.
“I don’t understand,” I said, even though I knew that I didn’t really want to hear the answer to the question I asked next.
“I’ve always cooked dinner for you, made sure everything in the house was clean and comfortable for you when you came home after a hard work day… How could you say something like that?”
I sounded so stupid and pathetic to my own ears that I almost wished I would have just kept my mouth shut and left Lily and the other man alone to finish what they had started.
But Lily shook her head and looked away from me again, as if she couldn’t stand to look at me any longer now that she had hurt me in the worst way she could have.
“You’ve never cared about my needs,” she said after a moment of silence that felt like hours to me.
“I told you so many times how much it hurt me that you were never willing to do anything for me in the bedroom… You know how tired I always am after work… But you never listened to me…”
“But that’s not true,” I said quietly before she could go on and on about all the things she had never told me about before today.
“You’ve never told me that you were unsatisfied with our sex life… But if you had, then I would have done anything you wanted me to,” I said, even though it felt like a lie even to say it out loud.
