Apart

Marco

I never thought I could deceive my wife. I love her so much, and I know that deep down. When the accident happened, it felt like my world crumbled. I remember rushing to the hospital, searching for her. Fear gripped me when I found out she was unconscious, and no one knew when she would wake up.

Days passed, and I breathed a sigh of relief when one of the twins woke up—my wife.

At first, no one could tell who was who. She had been in the accident with her twin sister, Ashley, and their parents, who didn’t survive.

The twins looked exactly alike, and I even got confused sometimes. But when I saw the ring on one of them, I knew she was my wife.

I was happy she woke up, though she didn’t remember anything. It was fine with me. She asked what happened, and I told her about her twin. She was so happy to hear that her sister was still alive, but she cried when she found out about their parents. Since then, she never missed visiting her comatose twin.

Then, one day, her sister woke up. Our eyes met, and I couldn’t explain why I felt something different toward her. My wife and I were happy again, so I didn’t want anything to come between us that might cause us to separate.

I became hostile towards Ashley, and I could see the confusion on her face whenever I acted that way. She hadn’t done anything wrong, but I couldn’t help being angry. My wife once told me not to be so harsh on her sister, saying she might leave.

“Why do you want her to stay here forever?” I asked.

“Of course not. One day, she’ll have a boyfriend and get married. But for now, she doesn’t remember anything either. I don’t know what she was like before the accident, and I’m scared she won’t be strong enough to handle things alone. At least here, we’re together,” she explained.

I sighed and nodded. “Fine, but once her memory returns, she has to leave. She can stay at your parents' house since they’re gone now,” I said. My wife smiled and kissed me.

Before, just looking at my wife would fill me with desire. Now, I needed her to kiss me first or initiate something intimate, and I’d go along with it because I didn’t want to hurt her.

My wife is gentle, but she's wild when we’re alone doing intimate things. At first, I was shocked—if she hadn’t been a virgin when I married her, I’d have thought many men had been in her life.

Even with her memory gone, she never forgot that side of herself. When she kisses me, it always leads to the bedroom, and I’m satisfied. But sometimes, I feel guilty because as I’m with her, her twin sister's face pops into my mind. They have the same face, but I always imagined it was Ashley.

In the end, I call her “Ash,” referring to her twin without her even knowing because that’s what I call her, too.

Ever since her accident, we hadn’t been intimate until Ashley moved in with us. I was initially thankful that my needs as a man were being met again. But the problem started when I began feeling something for Ashley, too.

My wife, who used to prefer staying at home and waiting for me, eventually started working. I didn’t mind, as long as she was happy. She’s smart, so I let her pursue the career she wanted. I never thought that letting her do that would eventually lead me to grow apart from her.

I am not blaming her; I know that she needed to grow as a woman as well. Having a career is something she can enjoy while we don't have kids yet since she promised to be a stay-at-home mom when she got pregnant.

The more frequent her out-of-town trips became, the more my feelings for Ashley grew. Until I couldn’t stop myself anymore, and something happened between us. Now, here we are. I looked at her peaceful face as she slept after our passionate and wild sex. Just like Ashlyn, she was also wild. I even felt jealous of the first man who was with her. How terrible of me—fucking the two sisters, the twins.

I had her followed earlier because I was worried about what might happen during her check-up. The report said she was with a man. It didn’t sound inappropriate, but I couldn’t help feeling jealous. So, I rushed home, and when I saw her in just a towel, I couldn’t hold back anymore, especially when she tried to hide the man from me.

I took a deep breath before pulling her closer. She was sound asleep, and I couldn’t help but smile, remembering how wild she was earlier, the complete opposite of her innocent look now.

As I held her, I stared at the ceiling, thinking about our conversations about our relationship. She wanted to leave, but I didn’t want that. She had tried once, and I felt relief when she returned. Since then, I never wanted her to leave, afraid she might realize she could live independently and never return.

Yes, I feel guilty. My wife is so kind and affectionate; I know she loves me dearly. That’s what I loved about her, apart from being attracted to her at first sight. So, I couldn’t bear to hurt her by telling her I was in love with her sister.

I keep thinking of ways to fix this mistake so we can be happy. But no matter what I do, someone will get hurt. I feel sorry for my wife, but I feel even worse for my sweetheart because I can see how much it hurts her whenever Ashlyn shows affection toward me in front of her.

I just hope that one day, I can make things right without anyone getting hurt. I know it’s impossible, but still, I’m hoping for the best for the three of us.