Slowly Capture His HeartChapter 1 My Perfect Husband Is Cheating
The day I discovered Leones Edwards was cheating, I was in the middle of bathing our five-month-old daughter, Chloe Edwards.
My phone, which I had left in the bedroom, was ringing incessantly. I hurried to answer it, but when I saw an unfamiliar number, I hesitated. Just then, Chloe began to cry, so I hung up and rushed back to the bathroom.
When I returned, the call had ended, and a text message was waiting for me.
Holding Chloe in my arms, I opened the message and nearly dropped her.
My hands were shaking as I looked at my phone.
Dozens of explicit photos were displayed in the message.
The man in each photo was the same, but the women were different: college students, married women—every type imaginable.
Overwhelmed by a surge of panic and dizziness, I grabbed a chair to steady myself.
I could hardly believe that the person I trusted was capable of such filth.
The pain was so intense I could barely breathe.
Just then, my phone lit up again. I jumped and answered quickly before the call could ring through.
"Hello, Ms. Edwards. You saw those photos, didn't you?" a woman's voice chirped from the other end.
Her voice was sweet and almost melodic, reminiscent of a nightingale.
I tried to keep my composure, aiming to come across as a calm, unshakeable person.
But her next words broke me.
"Ms. Edwards, I have HPV. Your husband is the source of the infection."
The shock was like an explosion in my brain.
HPV? My husband has HPV and has spread it to others?
I didn't have time to dwell on the specifics of her relationship with my husband.
My mind was consumed with thoughts of my two children.
How long has Leones had HPV? And could Chloe and Victor be affected, too?
The terrifying possibility made my head spin once more.
I fought to hold back tears and asked, "How long has Leones had HPV? How long have you two been seeing each other?"
There was a pause before she replied, "I met your husband last Valentine's Day. The doctor says I've been infected for about a year and a half. It's all your husband's fault!
"Oh, and Ms. Edwards, you should take your kids for a checkup right away!"
I didn't respond, ending the call and sinking onto the sofa in shock.
Chloe's cries brought me back to reality. I wiped my tears and hurried to her side.
After a quick check, I changed her diaper and dressed her.