The following morning, I woke early and was in the kitchen when she walked down, she looked terrible, though I didn’t tell her that. She sat down and I put a strong coffee in front of her.
“Need I ask how you feel?” I said with a slight smile.
She shook her head. “No, I feel awful.”
I put a hand on her shoulder. “Then after that coffee, why don’t you take a couple of painkillers and go up to bed for a couple of hours?”
She smiled and nodded. “Thanks, Bob.” I smiled at her, she continued, “you know, for being the gent last night.”
I smiled again. ” Just go and have a sleep, honey.”
I let her sleep until just before lunchtime. I’d woken her and she was in the shower. I called out to her and told her that I was making lunch and to come down when she was ready. When she walked in, she looked a lot better, bright and alert, she smiled and walked over and hugged me.
“Thanks for last night, Bob.” She kissed my cheek.
I inhaled and she smelled wonderful, and my thoughts immediately returned to the previous evening and the sexy sight that I saw before I put her into bed. I looked at her as if I didn’t know what she was talking about. She grinned.
“You know. I could easily have made a fool of myself, and you were the perfect gentleman.”
I smiled and hugged her. “Honey, it’s a difficult time for you, things happen.” I kissed her cheek.
We lazed around for most of the day. I’d had to field a couple of calls from my som who’d had time to realise the errors of his actions and who had begged me to try to change her mind. When I raised the subject with her she became defensive and upset, and I felt as if I’d betrayed her. I assured her that I was fully behind her but that I felt that I had a responsibility to at least explore the possibilities of reconciliation.
We were sat on the sofa, she leaned against me and I slipped my arm around her back and hugged her. She rested her head against my shoulder.
“Bob. I know that you are only trying to help, but I promise you, I know what I’m doing. I’ve made my decision, I can’t take him back.” She sighed.
I squeezed her and nodded. “I know. And I’m sorry.”
She let out a long sigh.
“There’s something that you don’t know Bob. This isn’t the first time that he’s done this.”
I was shocked. I lifted my head and looked at her.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
She explained that they had been having problems for the last five years. As soon as they realised that having children would be difficult, my son started to fool around. She’d caught him out twice before, and both times he promised that it would be the last.
I hugged her tightly, I felt so sorry for her and so angry at my son. How could he do that to her? And more importantly, why would he do that to her? What did these women have that she doesn’t?
My daughter-in-law is a beautiful woman, both inside and out. They can’t be a better companion that she is, she is the sweetest, kindest woman, and I will be forever in her debt for the time and effort that she put in during the weeks following my wife’s death. I really wouldn’t have got through it without her. And as for physical attraction? I’ve always thought that Grace was beautiful, but after seeing her in her underwear the previous evening I struggle to believe that any of these women are any more beautiful or sexy than she is.
She sighed and stroked her fingers along my arm.
“It’s over Dad.” She whispered.
I nodded and kissed the top of her head.
“Okay. Then I am with you, one hundred per cent.”
She squeezed my arm. “Thank you.”
Over the next couple of days, her mood slowly improved and she became more like the woman that I knew. She spoke to some of her friends and told them her situation, she’d even made contact with a local solicitor and had an appointment to discuss a divorce. I was disappointed to hear that, but I’d promised to fully support her, and I would, and when my son called I had to tell him what she’d done. He was devastated, but I reminded him of what she’d told me about his other affairs and his attitude altered and he accepted that he’d screwed up and he started to open up to me about their relationship.
“I’m sorry Dad. I did try, but I just fell out of love with her.” He finally admitted.
I couldn’t understand how he could do that, but at least he was being honest. I asked him why he couldn’t just talk to her and tell her how he felt.
“It would have been better than cheating on her Tom,” I said.
“I know Dad. But, I didn’t want to hurt her.” He replied.
“So you had affairs! How is that better?” I snapped.
He sighed, “I know. She wasn’t meant to find out.”
I was so disappointed in him, but he was my son and I felt for him. But at least he was being honest and I urged him to talk to Grace and tell her what he had told me.