I had barely had lunch in the dining room when I heard a loud noise in the living room. The door had been thrown open with a bang. When I run to see what is happening, I see the door open and, surprise... my husband who was supposed to come back the next day. He was there, motionless, his shirt open, looking extremely angry as if he had just come back from hell... When he saw me, his look became even harsher...

What made my man like this? Did he have a problem? And why did he cut his trip short?

Lawrence looked icy, I was afraid. I walked over to him:

Me: Welcome honey. You have a good trip ?

No answer... He was still looking at me just as harshly.

Me: My love what is it? Why this head?? What happened?

I wanted to take him in my arms but he pushed me violently towards the ground. Luckily I grabbed a pouf otherwise I would have been in pain.

Me (frightened): Lawrence, why are you doing this to me? What is happening?

He looked at me with deep contempt for a few moments before saying:

Lawrence: I don't know what's stopping me from doing you even worse! With everything I've done for you, is this the return I get? You're just a...bitch!

Whore??? Me? The word rang endlessly in my head. Why? Why does he come back to call me a prostitute? I who have only known him in my life? Lawrence never laid hands on me, never insulted me. What could put him in this state?

Me: Whore? Lawrence why do you say that? what have I done?

Lawrence: Do you want to know what you did??? You are serious? Who do you take me for? An idiot? Dig your little head well, you'll surely find it.

Me: But what are you saying? I really do not understand.

Lawrence: (sarcastically) Ah, don't you understand? Are you sure? Don't worry, I'll refresh your memory. Do you want to know why I came back so quickly? And well imagine that I made a very interesting discovery. And I invite you to discover it too.

I understood absolutely nothing of what he was saying. I was lost, not knowing what to say. Why was he so weird?

But before I even had time to think about it, he took me by the arm, dragged me to throw me on a couch, facing the television. My head just missed the wooden armrest.

Lawrence: Now that you're comfortable, I'm going to put on a really hot movie for you. Wait for me a moment.

Before I even got up, he took a USB key out of his pants pocket and showed it to me. He placed the key in the TV and turned it on.

Him: It's a bit pornographic but I'm sure you'll like it.

But what exactly is he? This situation was getting weirder and weirder. Is it madness or...

He selected one of the videos. It was a pretty good resolution CCTV type video. Initially he had a man in his underpants in a classy hotel room. Strangely, I felt like I knew him but I didn't really know. Quickly he was joined by a young woman And even weirder, this woman looked so much like me: the same hairstyle, with clothes exactly like some of mine....

it even looked like it was me!!! She kissed the young man and a few moments later, they began to fornicate like animals in heat. I was completely blue faced with what I saw and I did not know what to say or even what to think....

Lawrence: Now do you remember?? Your memory has come back to you? Do you remember how you went to get fucked in a hotel room?

A hotel room? Me?? I am incapable of doing such a thing and he knows it well. He may be very jealous but he had to have at least a minimum of confidence in me.

Me: Lawrence, I don't understand it at all, I swear. I don't know what any of this means.... You know I can't cheat on you, I didn't do anything wrong. I like you....

Him: (shouting) oh shut up! You love me you say? And yet you get laid with a friend of mine in a hotel room?? Ah, this so-called friend, this dear William, he will hear from me!!

That's why that face seemed so familiar to me! It was William, Lawrence's associate! But what is this story???

Him: Do you want to continue to deny?? Look at this!

He took a long envelope out of his travel bag and threw it in my face. Inside, photos of me and William several different places: restaurants, hotel entrances... They were certainly montages but they were so realistic that it would be so easy to deceive. I was shocked to the point where I couldn't speak...

Him: So? Can't talk anymore huh? I know everything, absolutely everything! You've been laughing at me all this time. Despite everything we've been through, all the love I gave you?? Ah Maggie I'll show you that I'm not being laughed at!

He jumped on me and started beating me savagely. Blows were raining down and no matter how much I shouted, implored, he hit me again and again. There was no shortage of insults: dirty whore, prostitute, female dog...

When he had finished hitting me, he heaved a long sigh:

Him: Look at you, you're pitiful. You are of an impossible baseness. Lower than earth. I put you on a pedestal but you didn't know how to take advantage of it. From today consider yourself divorced okay?? Dirty woman, unworthy woman that you are! Make sure you get out of my house tomorrow at the latest!

He left me there and went upstairs. I was in so much pain that I barely realized that he had come downstairs with a bag probably containing clothes and that he had left the house.....

TO BE CONTINUED....