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This is my another attempt in response to Eva's Writing Challenge.  

The Unfaithful Husband.

He was gone.  I sent him away from me. It has been two years since I saw him last.  I never forgot the tears in his eyes when they were taking him away.  His eyes were pleading for forgiveness.  But I wanted him to go away, that was my decision. Now he is coming back after two years and I am waiting for him.

He was not unfaithful.  I always found him a very loving and caring person.  He always cared for me, always showed his concern for my comfort.  And that was the reason I was upset.  I was very much upset because I had a very shocking experience in my life which I should have confided with him prior to getting married to him, which I did not.  I got so overwhelmed when he proposed me I got excited and found him like a life-saving straw in the stormy ocean. 

I had a very bad torturous experience in my life which shattered my soul, my personality, and I had to consult a physiatrist to get myself composed. 

My life was normal.  I never had a problem till that day, which broke me inside.  It was very pleasant night, I was coming from a party thrown by one of my best friends, who lived close to my house so I decided to walk back.  I was in the backyard of my house and wanted to enter from the back door.  Then all of a sudden, I was attacked by somebody. I was not able to shout because the attacker covered my head with a bag.   I was chocking, trying to breathe, but there was nothing I could do.  He slapped me once or twice.  I was stunned and fell unconscious. 

When I came into my senses I found myself lying on the ground in the backyard. The hood from my face was removed.  I picked my jeans and hardly went inside.  I was lying on my bed for one or two hours.  I was feeling that I had got uncleaned.  I called the police and told them about the assault.

The police tried hard to find the attacker, but there was not a single clue which could help them to find him.  Then the case went into cold storage, putting me, into cold too.  I got a nervous breakdown, my doctor referred me to a therapist/psychiatrist. My life since then could not come to the previous normalcy. 

Then I found Parker.  He was living next to my neighbor.  We began to date, actually, he encouraged me to go out with him.  He tried much to get me out from my seclusion.  I found comfort in his company. I found him so much caring and loving that I could not refuse when he asked my hand in marriage. 

The burden of my past and the incident happened to me even increased when I kept it hiding from Parker, he happened to be so loving, honest and caring and I was not telling him about it made me hysteric.

One-day Parker asked me about what is bothering me, eating me from inside, then I opened my heart to him and told everything, what had happened to me in the past, how I was assaulted and raped, how I had been feeling uncleaned since then.  Hearing this Parker got silent and didn’t speak a single word.  His silence made me even worse.  I got frightened that he would leave me.  Parker was always trying to make me feel comfortable as much as possible, but his showing no reaction to what I have told him about my incident made me nervous.

One day I asked him, why didn’t he say anything when I told him about what had happened with me.  He sighed and said, “Alright, here is what I want to say, but it is just to make you feel better, relieved from the emotional burden, though I do not like, even do not want to tell, but your suffering left me no choice.” 

He sighed once again, I was seeing him with hope to hear a loving thing that how much he loved me even after I have gone through that bad filthy experience.

“Honey listen to me carefully, and please do not consider me wrong.” He showed again a hesitation.

“Tell me please, I want to hear!” I took his hand in mine to ease his tension.

“Honey, it was I who assaulted you on that night.”

“What! I was astoundingly shocked.

 “I don’t believe, why did you do that to me, what wrong had I done, I even did not know you.”  I get myself away from him as if he was something filthy, and would make me even filthier.

“I was drunk, darling! and lost my senses, I saw you coming, passing by my house, and I lost control, there was nothing in my mind except to have you.  But later on, when I found you broken and gone sick, hysteric I felt guilty.  I made myself acquainted with you, tried to do everything to make you feel better, then I felt that I have fallen in love with you and decided to make you my wife.  I really love you and just wanted to make you feel easy, free of that tension.”

While he was saying all this, I was trembling with grief.  He was not aware that I get myself away from him, he was not seeing me but down to his feet.  While he was talking I was calling the police who took no time to come.  He stopped talking while heard the knock at the door, toward which I rushed and opened.

“Arrest this man, he is the criminal whom the police had been looking for, for assaulting and raping me.  You will find the detail in your cold storage cases.”

He could not speak a single word while the police were taking him away.  He was just looking at me with shock and surprise.

The DNA record which the police took from their initial record they collected at the time of the incident matched with Parker.

While the case was on trial the judge asked me why I wanted him to be punished when he married me and loved me tried to be honest with me all the time he was with me after marriage.

I told the judge when he assaulted me he was not my husband, and when he comforted me and proposed me he was not honest by not telling me that actually, he was the culprit. He made me unclean, and unclean his soul, too.  So, I want him to be punished for the crime to making me unclean. He must suffer the punishment also to clean himself.

When I was drowned in my thoughts, I heard the knock on my door.  I knew who it was.  I went to the door and opened it.  He was standing there with tears in his eyes. 

“Am I still unclean?”

The tears were rolling down from his pleading eyes. I stretched my hands to let him once again enter into my life.