Bring Me To Life

Ghostin

Jenn's Perspective 

I descended the stairs, my heart brimming with warmth as I sought out Ben. To my delight, I discovered him in the backyard, immersed in playful interaction with the children, a radiant smile gracing his face. 

It was a testament to the bliss that had come to define our marriage, an unbreakable bond that I cherished. The thought of confronting him with those letters, ones from his past, felt like an intrusion into this joyful moment. I couldn't bear to jeopardize the happiness we had found together. The trust I had in Ben was unwavering, and the prospect of infidelity seemed preposterous in the context of our love.

I remained outside, a silent observer of this beautiful scene. The sound of our son, Sammy, calling out for me, broke the reverie. He sprinted towards me, seeking shelter behind my protective embrace. I chuckled softly and held him close, his tiny form pressed against mine. Ben joined us, his eyes filled with warmth and affection as he wrapped us in his strong arms. Leaning in, he planted a loving kiss on my lips, and my heart swelled with affection.

"All right, kiddos, let's take a break. Mom and I have some shopping to do," Ben announced, and the children readily agreed.

Max, ever practical, piped up, "Can we order takeout while you're gone?"

"Anything you want, bud," Ben responded, flashing a warm smile at our son. We made our way inside and ascended to our bedroom, hand in hand.

Once in our pristine haven, Ben couldn't help but express his admiration for the tidiness. I seized the moment to broach a delicate subject. "I wanted to mention that I found the letters your ex wrote," I confessed, my gaze fixed on him.

Ben's response was swift and earnest. "I meant to toss those a month ago but forgot. I haven't even glanced at them in ages. I want you to know, I've never replied to her, and my feelings for her are non-existent. I'm committed to our healthy relationship, and the thought of cheating has never crossed my mind. I wouldn't jeopardize our marriage for anyone," he reassured me. With unwavering determination, he discarded the letters and closed the gap between us, lifting me in his arms.

Gazing into my eyes, he whispered, "I love you so deeply, Jennifer Lynn. You mean the world to me," before sealing his words with a passionate kiss. Our connection deepened, and my fears melted away as we continued our embrace.

With me cradled in his arms, Ben guided us into the shower, never breaking our connection. The water cascaded around us as he began undressing me. My initial apprehension had transformed into a deep appreciation for the love he consistently demonstrated.

My trepidation had all but vanished as we stepped into the steamy embrace of the shower. Ben continued his affectionate advances, and I allowed myself to be swept away by the overwhelming tide of our desire.

In the end, it was clear that Ben's actions spoke volumes about his devotion. We reveled in the shower's warm cascade, and I knew that our love was stronger than ever.

As we wrapped up, I couldn't help but inquire further. "Do you still love her?" I ventured.Ben responded without hesitation, "No, and I never will again. I've moved on, Jennifer. You are my true love." The reassurance in his eyes was unmistakable, though his momentary pause had me curious.

My persistent questions seemed to irritate him, and he sighed softly. "No more 'what-ifs,' Jennifer. I love you, and that's all that matters. You are my world."

My mind raced as I continued to mull over the unanswered questions. What was the significance of those letters? Why the hesitation? I dried off and selected an outfit, my thoughts clouded with uncertainty and confusion.