Freya

Can a cheater find the path to redemption?

The story of Freya’s infidelity and struggle for redemption told in 2 parts:

Part1 – Catching Freya
Freya’s ex-husband Charlie tells the story of how he caught Freya cheating on him, Freya begins a new job where she meets Kyle, an American on secondment from New York. They begin a torrid affair until she discovers Kyle is married and her world crashes down around her when she discovers she’s pregnant.

Part 2 – Freya’s Redemption
It’s been over three years since Freya’s affair and subsequent divorce. Life is hard for Freya. Forced to quit her job in shame, she hasn’t worked since. However, a chance yet difficult encounter offers Freya an opportunity to rebuild her life and finally provide for Morgan. She then meets Zack and happiness is within her grasp. However, her infidelity keeps catching up with her. Will she be able to find redemption or will her past take her new life and happiness away from her?

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I can’t remember when I first had my suspicions. My wife, Freya, and I were married for about five years. We met just after we had finished university. We were both at her friend’s birthday party. I was there because her friend’s boyfriend was a good friend of mine. I am pretty sure I was invited so they could match us up together because I was introduced to Freya almost as soon as I arrived and before I knew it, we were alone.

I knew nobody at the party, but Freya and I hit it off immediately and talked most of the night. What got me was her smile and the way her eyes sparkled when she did. The warmth and friendliness of it was intoxicating and I never got tired of seeing it. As we dated, I noticed that her eyes only sparkled for me. We exchanged numbers and arranged to meet for coffee the next day which turned into the whole day. A year later we moved in together and two years after that we were married.

I think her behaviour began to change when she got a new job about two years after we got married. She was unhappy in her job and felt her career wasn’t progressing. I, of course, encouraged her. I saw that her eyes sparkled less, and her job was getting her down.

‘How was your first day?’ I asked her when she got home when she had started her new job. The sparkle returned to her eyes when she smiled. She didn’t answer. She just took me upstairs and we made love.

After she settled into her new job, Freya became very career driven. She got a couple of promotions in quick succession and soon she was earning more than me. When I mentioned that my supervisor was leaving, Freya asked me if I was going to go for the position.

‘Come on, Charlie. You could easily lead your team,’ she encouraged me. My lack of enthusiasm annoyed her.

The problem was that while Freya had become career-driven, I was very much a work-to-live kind of guy and any leadership role held no interest for me, and I had an intense dislike of office politics. Don’t get me wrong I earned good money, plenty to fund my lifestyle, and have some left over. I was content to stay in my system administration role especially as I could earn enough to travel without any problem, we went away several times a year, exploring different countries. I loved adventures and I loved having them with Freya. Freya loved them too and loved having them with me, or so I thought.

Things started to get awkward when Freya began receiving work calls and attending conference calls while we were away. Then she took her work laptop on our trips and insisted that we stay in hotels with Wi-Fi.

‘I need to take this call,’ she would say, ‘This is an important meeting’ or ‘You go ahead, I need to get this done. We can meet for lunch.’

We began to argue about her work. I was happy she was enjoying her job, but it was eating into our time together. Worst of all when she looked at me, her eyes stopped sparkling.

At this stage, I didn’t think she was having an affair at least if she was, it was with her work. Her latest promotion meant she often had to work late, conference calls with the American office, and business trips away. I know what you are thinking but her job did require her to do all these things. My biggest worry was if she was going to be offered a job in New York. I knew she would take it. That would have ended our marriage.

Yes, we were drifting apart but I still loved her, despite her long hours at work, business trips, and having little time for me.

I said I wasn’t sure when I had my first suspicions but as I speak, now I do. My company got taken over and I knew I would be made redundant. I didn’t mind so much despite the financial uncertainty. Freya was earning enough for the both of us to live on, and I was going to get a pretty good redundancy package so I could still contribute at home while I looked for a new job. It just meant my travelling would have to stop for a while after I lost my job.

However, because of my length of service, I was asked to help transfer all the servers to the new company. This meant I needed to be away from home for the odd week. About this time Freya began talking about a colleague who had been seconded to her office from her New York office. She couldn’t stop singing his praises as she excitedly talked about how funny he was, how popular with the ladies and all the cliches that came with it.

‘He is so ambitious,’ she told me driving the dagger into me.

Yes, you know where this is going but this story is about how Freya’s life crumbled by cheating on me not how she cheated. You only need to know this for context.

When I returned from my trips away, she would insist that I call her when I left for home, and when I got home the bedsheets were always in the washing machine. I know, I know, the red flags were building up but although I was getting worried, there wasn’t enough for me to suspect an affair just yet.

However, our intimacy which had dwindled now became non-existent. Freya would only give me the briefest of kisses. While she used to talk about this American colleague all the time, she now stopped. She jealously guarded her phone and wanted to know when I was next going to be away.

I was now positive she was cheating on me.

Two things now. Never cheat on someone who works in tech and cheaters when they think they are getting away with it, get lazy.

I love travelling and I love tech. I never wanted promotions because it would have taken me away from technical work. I am also a hoarder of tech. I often bought old tech from my company. Webcams, modems, memory sticks. I had boxes full of it. So, it was no big deal for me to create a bit of DIY spyware. Wireless webcams dotted around my house in the lounge, front door, and bedroom. All connected to an old laptop which I converted into a web server. I downloaded some freeware from the internet, and I created a spy recording system. That’s what I called it, and it helped me set up my own business later, but truth be told it was a homemade CCTV system, but it was still freakingly awesome.

Being away from home meant I could set all this up and with Freya working late it meant I could install it. I was quite proud of what I did, it had sound and everything.

Once everything was in place, I caught her in the act. I’ll be honest with you; I thought the batteries in the webcams would run out before I got the evidence, but Freya must have been desperate for sex because they were at it as soon as he walked through the door.

Now, I had the evidence but getting hold of it and seeing it was proving very difficult. Freya started to come home earlier and looked down. She became a little more attentive but still didn’t want to make love with me. She then told me that she had to go on a trip to America and she was quite excited about it. I think she planned to spend a week of work and fucking with this guy.

I wanted to confront her in a big way when she got back and when she left, I downloaded some movie editing software and created want I could only describe as a porno of her and her lover.

I watched the footage, anger burned inside me. Freya dragged the guy forcefully into the house and pulled him down for a hungry kiss before taking him by the hand and taking him into our bedroom.

She couldn’t get his trousers and underwear down quickly enough. Taking his cock into her mouth,

‘Fuck, Freya! You’re incredible at that,’ he said in his clear American accent. His compliment made her bob her head harder. Freya loved me eating her pussy, but she was always reticent about going down on me, so I was getting even angrier.

Her American lover pulled himself out of her mouth and then pushed her up the bed. Freya had a sultry smirk on her face as her legs parted. She lifted her hips with her dress pushed up and her panties were quickly removed. The American then plunged his face into her pussy. Freya moaned and her back arched as he set to work.

‘Fuck! Fuck!’ she moaned. ‘Don’t stop, Kyle! FUCK!’ I could tell she orgasmed hard.

Kyle, so that was his name. I was kind of happy to find out his name. I don’t know why. I just was. I suppose it made him more human. I then paused the footage. It was then my heart broke. Freya pulled his head up and I saw it. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled at him. The smile she used to only have for me that I hadn’t seen for so long.

As I stared at Freya smiling at Kyle, her eyes sparkling, tears flowing down my face, I got a message from Freya,

‘I love you! I miss you!’ it came with kissing and heart emojis. To be honest it threw me a curveball. I suppose that is a great phrase to use considering Kyle was American. I decided to call my editing a night. Then Freya called me at midnight. She talked to me earnestly with lots of ‘I love you’ and ‘I miss you so much.’ My emotions were all over the place.

I completed my editing throughout the week, sleeping in the spare room as I couldn’t bear to sleep in mine, and was ready to show Freya when she returned all the while she told me how much she loved me every time she called me. Something struck me when I watched her and Kyle fucking. Freya kept talking about leaving me and transferring to America. Kyle sounded very non-committal, but Freya didn’t seem to notice.

‘Oh shit! He’s married!’ I exclaimed out loud to myself. That explained why she was telling me she loved and missed me. She went to America and found out he was married!

When Freya returned on Saturday, she suddenly became the old Freya again. We made love every day, not even jet lag stopped her.

‘I’m so sorry for being cold for the past year. I love you! I want to start a family with you!’ she told me, with great certainty.

Doubt crept into my mind until she was sent home sick from work. She stayed home sick for the rest of the week. I accepted her excuse that it was fatigue from all the travelling. When you love somebody, when you really love somebody, you can believe the lies. That was until I saw her being sick one morning and the guilty face, she hid from me as I came to check on her.

‘Let’s stay in tonight and watch a film, you need to rest,’ I told her gently. She smiled weakly at me and agreed.

That evening, I poured us some wine and got the popcorn ready. Freya snuggled up to me when I sat down next to her.

‘What are we watching?’ she asked excitedly.

‘It is a surprise,’ I told her.

I pressed play and footage of Freya fucking Kyle appeared on our television. I felt Freya stiffen next to me.

‘Switch it off!’ she whispered in a desperate voice when she called Kyle ‘baby’ on the television. ‘Switch it off!’ she said louder and more panicked. When I didn’t, she completely lost it. She leapt from the sofa, throwing her wine glass at the television and turned to me wild and wide-eyed, ‘SWITCH IT OFF! SWITCH IT OFF! SWITCHED IT OFF!’ she screamed over and over again.

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