The Sorrow in His Eyes: Regretful Husband

Chapter 01

- This book will have an emotional cheating.

- This book will have a HEA.

- Forgive me for any mistakes in the writing, English is just a second language.

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I was in a hurry.

I have been distracted while reading this amazing book I have found just recently. It's strange, but I can't explain how time can slip pretty fast while you are reading a very nice book. Yet, this happens to me all the time.

When I looked at the clock, it was already 5 pm. That's why I am heading at this moment to my kitchen, thinking about all the ingredients I had in storage, planning to do my special chicken with barbecue sauce. It was so good I needed to do lots of it, because husband and kids ate this thing like it was the most amazing dish.

Knowing that my two teens were somewhere inside the house, I enter the living room, in my beautiful, gorgeous home, completely decorated by me, going directly to the kitchen to start what I loved to do the most: Cooking for my family.

My name is Sophie Madsen and I don't want to be a bore, but I am a very happy woman, happy wife and stay at home mom. I am so, so happy with my life, I can't contain a smile thinking about everything that brought me to what I am living today. My marriage of 14 years with my beautiful, intelligent husband, Adam. The birth of my two beautiful kids: Evan, my all grown up 13 years old boy and Elizabeth, my 11 years old baby girl.

God... How I loved to remember our first encounter. I could still picture the first time I saw Adam in high school. He was the new kid, his family had just moved in town. You would think that a teenager boy would have a hard time mingling and making new friends. At age fifteen, changing schools is not always the most easy thing in the teenage world. But everything for my Adam was different.

On that first day, he entered the school as he already belonged or maybe owned the entire building. He was the most handsome boy I have ever seen in my life. My poor heart could not contain all the emotions, and I couldn't help but to keep looking at him with any change I got.

He was so tall. His blond hair so cool... His beautiful brown eyes so... Enigmatic. I could only describe Adam at that moment, in that first moment, as surprisingly and astonishingly handsome. The girls in school would agree with me on that, no doubt!

He was older than I by a year. And he already surpassed me, in my mind, in so many ways. He was intelligent, responsible, educated with everyone, and he had already a chosen career in mind! He wanted to be a professional football player. How cool is that?!

In my mind I just wondered, how could he be so certain, so full of plans, at age 15?

But Adam was just like that and, in the end, he did everything he had planned, including pursuing me. Me!

Purposely ignoring all the reasoning I tried to do with him, because I couldn't fathom, no way! I just couldn't think of a good enough reason why he would choose me, with all the options he had. It was just absurd!

But every time I tried to tell him just that, he would smile, and what a beautiful smile he had... He would look at me, with the most mesmerizing look, and he would say: Babe, you are cute. Then, he would kiss me and all the thoughts and doubts would be gone.

Until now, I think about this. I think about the fact I was not the obvious choice: I was too common in my eyes. Not the most smart choice: I was a tidy bit clumsy. Or even the most reasonable choice, like when his mom said to him, at the moment he presented me as his fiancée, "Adam, what are you thinking?!".

But for Adam, nothing could have moved his resolution. Not me, not his parents, not his high school coaches, or his college coaches, not the college girls and, finally, not even the groupies. Not no one. So choose me, he did.

And when I dared to bring that shocking part of our lives to any conversation, Adam always used to say:

"Babe, how I was supposed to resist you? With those cute little glasses you wore? There was no way, babe. No way..."

Can you believe this? Adam Madsen took notice of me, courted me, kept me, married me! The average brown eyed, brown haired Sophie! He could see things on me, I could never! He surprises me till now.

And after 18 years together, 14 years of them, married, I couldn't help but to let a little giggle escape, just like the teenager I was once would have done.

I was happy. I was content with life.

Not only that, but I lived in a beautiful secluded area. Had two kids with the man I loved, who, for his part, was doing what he loved the most, being a professional player. I could not ask for more.

I just could not!

Coming back to the present, I hear footsteps coming to the kitchen. For a moment I am utterly surprised to see Adam already home, entering the kitchen at 5 p.m, because he is usually at home by six.

Opening a big smile, I kind of run in his direction with every intention of giving him a kiss. But shockingly, he turns his head to the side, making my lips touch just his cheek.

I am so surprised for a moment I just don't react. I remain frozen in place, feeling like I was slapped in the face. Then I ask him, with a voice I can't even recognize:

"Adam, what's wrong?"

He turns his eyes to me, those beautiful brown eyes of his, with a look I had never seen before.

Adam, what's wrong, darling?

There is this look on his eyes... A look I could not even define, so strange it was. This is strange.

"Sophie, we need to talk."

His voice is so set, so firm, so carved in stone. Why are you saying this, Adam?

I have this strange feeling, this horrible feeling. A feeling that says Adam had made a choice at that moment. I don't know what choice he made. I don't want to hear it.

I just know, I just know that my Adam, my beautiful Adam, is not this person, this stranger, looking at me, in my kitchen, in my beautiful house. He is not! He can't be, he can't! He is not my Adam!

"About what?" I ask, almost crying already.

"I.... I can't do this any more, Sophie. Babe, I just can't, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, babe."

Sorry? He can't?... Anymore? Adam, what have you done?