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Stella takes a ride.
Royal Marines deploy for a hell of a lot longer than you guys do," she tried to lighten the mood.
"Anyway, I was cleaning in his study one day and when I dusted the keyboard of the computer the screen lit up," she sighed heavily.
"Ma'am, you don't have to talk about it, if you don't want."
"Thanks, Trav, but it was a long time ago. Just goes to show though that no matter how long or what happens it's something that's still going to be there. You just learn to live with it," she stared at him, "Or you don't. But one thing I learned you can't have it both ways."
"Anyway, it was an open chat. My husband and some woman called Sub-Girl. What I read that morning shocked the shit out of me. It was way beyond my comfort zone," she watched him fidgeted and chuckled, "Yeah, like that. Anyway, here I was twenty-six years old, living in a foreign country, with four small sons and no real family, not even back home. I had no idea what the fuck I was going to do. What I even could do. I felt trapped and hurt and so fucking alone." She fought back the tears, until she realized she was losing the battle and wiped them with the back of her hand.
"I moped about the house for days. I cried every time I was alone. And I fumed about how unfair it was. Basically, I pitched one hell of a petty party for myself. And things got worse. He spent more time in his study and I spent more time alone with the boys. I would go to sleep each night alone in our bed, knowing what he was doing downstairs."
"So what happened?" he asked. "Did you get a divorce?"
She shook her head, "No, we had a dozen more glorious years, better than we had before. And I would not trade that time for anything in this world." She smiled softly, "Well, almost anything."
The man frowned, "But how?"
"Forgiveness and more than a bit of fighting fire with fire."
"I don't understand, ma'am. Fighting fire with fire?"
She laughed, "I decided if my husband wanted a kinky affair with a Sub-Girl then I'd give him one." She chuckled as his brows arched and his eyes went wide. "That's right. I created a profile on that same site and started seducing my husband. It took me far longer than I thought to convince him to meet face-to-face, but imagine his shock when he discovered that his sexy little submissive was the wife he had been taking for granted all this time."
"I know that our story is different. You may even think it isn't the same, that what David did on the Internet wasn't cheating. But let me tell you, it sure as hell felt like it."
"Trav, you need to make a decision just like I did. I know how hard that is. Like you, I did it for my sons. I didn't want them growing up without their father, well anymore than the fucking Marines took him anyway. I didn't want to hurt them with a bitter divorce. So I decided to forgive him, to find a way to make it work. And we did. Like I said things were actually better than before."
"If you're going to stay in this marriage, even for T.J.'s sake, then you have to find that way too, Trav? You have to forgive Trisha. And quit punishing you both."
He dropped his head, "I'm not sure I can, ma'am."
"Then you have some hard decisions to make, Trav, because a marriage can't survive without balance. One person cannot spend their life loving another, giving everything to try and make it work the way I think your wife has these past few months. While the other person pushes them away, denies that love. It won't work. It can't. So how about I take T.J. back inside to play with Brit and Ash while you go have a talk with your wife. See if you can't find that way before it's too late."
He was silent for so long that Jill feared he would just turn and walk away, ignoring her words. Finally, he passed his son to her arms. "I'll be back, little man," he said as he brushed a kiss across his son's forehead.
"Hopefully, with your mama," Jill smiled. "Tell her otherwise, Simone and I are coming looking for her ass. And trust me, you guys aren't the only one that know a thing or two about search and rescue."
He saluted h