BY: A. THAO
Warning: This story is for mature audiences and contains content that may not be appropriate for some readers.
A couple of years ago, my girlfriend “Sarah” and I traveled to France for vacation. I didn’t want to go initially, but since she had been planning the trip for months and was super excited about it, I felt obligated to join her.
During our time in France, we did some sightseeing, toured various attractions, and dined at several restaurants. There was this one particular restaurant that she was very eager to eat at.
When we arrived, a handsome waiter greeted and seated us. I couldn’t help but notice how Sarah would stare at him from a distance, which seemed a little strange. When the waiter came to check on us, it felt as if they knew each other from how they talked and joked around. She was obviously more interested in him than me, which made me feel a bit jealous. I chose to ignore it and after we were done eating, we left to check out some nearby stores.
The next day, we were supposed to visit an art museum that she had been eager to go to. However, she told me she wasn’t feeling well and asked me to go without her. I suggested we wait until she felt well enough to go, but she insisted that I should go since we had already purchased tickets for that day.
When my Uber arrived, I kissed her bye and left the hotel where we were staying. Five minutes after I left, I realized that I had forgotten my ID and cash in the pants I had worn the day before, so I asked the driver to turn back.
I returned to the room and tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake up Sarah if she was asleep. I quietly walked over to where my pants were and retrieved the items.
On my way out, I momentarily thought I heard moaning coming from the bedroom. I stood still for a few seconds to listen and heard it again.
It sounded like Sarah was moaning in the bedroom. Unsure of what to expect, I slowly walked over to the bedroom door and opened it.
When I entered the room, Sarah wasn’t in bed. As I glanced around, I noticed her bathrobe on the floor and another man’s pants and T-shirt lying next to it.
I could hear kissing, whispering, and soft moans from inside the bathroom. I quietly tip-toed across the room to see into the bathroom and was crushed by what I saw.
Sarah was completely naked with another man in the bathroom with her. I was in disbelief; it was the waiter from the restaurant. He was standing behind her as he sandwiched her petite body against the bathroom wall and his.
I stood there motionless, not knowing what to do as I watched this man insert his dick inside her. She bit her lips, but I could hear the moans escaping her mouth as he slowly worked his way in.
I was filled with rage and anger. I wanted to run over and punch him in the face, but I couldn’t move my feet. I was so angry that I accidentally dropped my wallet on the ground because my hands trembled, but they both didn’t notice. Sarah had turned her face away from the door, and he was too busy enjoying her.
Frozen in place, I momentarily stood there watching this man have his way with my Sarah in disbelief.
Overwhelmed, heartbroken, and shocked, I finally broke free, quietly left the room, and returned to the Uber.
When I finally decided to return to the hotel a couple of hours later, Sarah was no longer in the room. I texted her to ask where she was and if she was feeling better, to which she replied that she was feeling better and had gone to grab a snack and a few drinks. She told me she was on her way back to the hotel.
When she returned to the room, I questioned her about her not feeling well, which upset her and led to an argument. She assured me that she was indeed unwell, but after eating some food, she felt much better.
She then said that she had gotten bored waiting for me and decided to visit a nearby restaurant she found on Google for some snacks and wine. I demanded to see her receipts for her purchases, but of course, she left them at the restaurant. I asked her to return and ask for a copy and she erupted in anger. She started pointing and shouting at me, questioning why I would ask her to do all this as if I didn’t trust her. I told her I didn’t and that it seemed a bit suspicious.
In response, she began screaming and shouting at me even more. She then walked over, slapped me across the face, and declared that our relationship was over.
I left the hotel in anger, taking my belongings and suitcase. We ended up spending the rest of the vacation apart.
On the day we were supposed to depart for home, she did not show up at the airport. I later found out that she had extended her stay.
When I returned home, I packed all of her belongings from our apartment, put them in boxes, and left them in front of the living room.
A week later, when she finally walked through the door, I told her to gather her belongings and leave.
Refusing to leave, we both got into another heated argument, but in the end, I managed to persuade her to gather her belongings and leave.
About three months later, she returned to my apartment and announced that she was around three months pregnant with my child. She confidently insisted the baby was mine and tried to make me feel guilty for kicking her out.
Annoyed by what she was saying, I finally confronted her and told her that I knew she had cheated on me when we were in France. Instantly, she went on the defensive and asked if I was referring to the time we were dining at the restaurant and the waiter was flirting with her. With a smirk on her face, she told me I was a jealous person who couldn’t even handle other guys flirting with her. She also stated that I was insecure and that flirting wasn’t cheating.
I looked her dead in the eyes and told her that the flirting wasn’t what I was referring to.
After hearing these words come out of my mouth, I could see her facial expression change from smirkiness to fear, but she still insisted that I was just jealous and overreacting.
By this time, I was so annoyed by her acting like a victim and her bad attitude that I finally shouted at her. “I saw you and your waiter friend fucking in the bathroom.”
She stood in the doorway motionless for a few seconds, looking down at her foot before slowly backing away from the door. Then, she turned around and started walking down the hallway, disappearing from my life.
Afterward, her best friend “Mai” reached out to me with concern about the pregnancy and asked why I was refusing to be in Sarah’s life. I told her that when we were on vacation in France, she had cheated on me with a waiter from a restaurant.
After hearing this, the best friend became curious and started asking more questions regarding this person and where he worked.
Shockingly, it turns out that Mai knew who this person was and couldn’t believe that Sarah would cheat with him. She became agitated and told me that he was her boyfriend, “Bastien,” and they’d been dating for over two years. It turns out that Sarah met Bastien through Mai when he came to visit the United States.
After meeting him, they’ve been secretly communicating. He was the reason why she chose France as our vacation destination.
After our conversation, Mai confronted both Sarah and Bastien. She was so upset that she leaked a bunch of his private pictures online and sent them to his family members. She also got him fired from his job after he revealed to Mai, that he was also having an affair with his boss’s wife.
Later, I discovered that Bastien and Sarah eventually got married. She moved to France to live with him, and they have another kid together. But their marriage got ruined because Bastien was constantly cheating on her.
How do I know this? Because the woman he’s having an affair with is Mai… She was so upset and bitter about what happened that she had planned it as her revenge to ruin Sarah’s life.
After finding out that Bastien was having an affair with Mai, Sarah stabbed Bastien with a knife during an argument and she ended up in prison for a couple of years.
Not too long ago, I received a letter from someone stating that they missed me and would dream of the day that I would be willing to meet them again. There was no return address, but looking at the handwriting, I see it’s a woman’s handwriting.
My thoughts are that it’s probably Sarah trying to communicate with me. The weird thing about this is that I’ve moved to another state, so how in the World did she find me? Now, my wife is worked up and upset and thinks I’m cheating on her. She’s ready to throw some hands if any woman appears at our front door.
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