A Final Letter To A Cheat Husband Form His Wife

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A last letter written by a wife to her cheat husband and it is heartbreaking.

Endless couples hold tight to a relationship that has long since left the stage of holding a solid position.

Now and again this is a person who cannot leave regardless of whether the passion has gone with the other person, and you are clueless as to the best way to get it back, or if it’s even possible also.

Love of your life has gone away and you do not know where do you exactly stand in their lives.

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A last letter written by a wife to her cheat husband

While some will look for answer and hope for things working out, others will inevitably give up and walk away.

Still, many will remain tight-lipped, while some, in general, trying to disregard everything, are confident that things will one day mysteriously revive.

Here we have a wife who writes a letter to her husband about what she experienced and the costs that all long segments of enthusiastic neglect took on her.


It is a heartbreaking letter full of complaint and penance, yet with hope and love.

You’ve been lying to me for the longest time. You’ve been lying to me almost every day. You think I cannot tell?

It’s been 18 years since we started dating and you’re a terrible liar. When you lie, I can see it in your face, I can hear it in your voice. I know for the longest time that you’ve been cheating on me, but I let it slip.

Come to think of it, it has been a very long time since you last noticed me. When you wake up, breakfast is ready, you eat and then you leave.

When you get home, dinner is well prepared, you eat and do some paperwork and then you sleep. I’ve wanted to ask you what’s wrong and communicate, but you barely notice my existence.

I wanted to know where I went wrong or where I came short so I can make arrangements to meet them for you.

But you were barely home. Not even on the weekends. Until such time, I found out you’ve been sleeping around with someone for the longest time.



I fell apart upon finding out. I can’t understand; I want to understand. I did what I could to be the best other half anyone could have, right?

But I held myself back from confronting you and we went about our regular routine and this has gone on for another year and more.

Until such time, about a year ago, I was diagnosed with cancer. When I told you, you finally cared. You finally noticed my existence.

I felt important to you once again. I was happy. I once again, is visible in your map. And I thought to myself, “I think everything is falling into place.” Until such time, I found out that, you were still in contact with that someone and occasionally rendezvoused with them.

 And once again, it’s back to square one but still, I refused to confront you.

I was already happy at the fact that you were noticing my existence. That you once again, give comments about the food I cook for breakfast before you leave for work, the food I cook for your lunch, and the food I cook when you came home.


But I never stopped thinking. Thinking that when you’re away, you’re with that person; that whenever your phone gets SMS notification, it’s them.

I cried far too many times, away from your eyes. I didn’t want you to see me when I’m weak.

I cried because I know all I have is your pity. Pity because I was sick.

 Honestly, I feel like a beggar; a beggar who deserves nothing but spare change; a beggar who deserves only the leftovers given by those who are more fortunate; a worthless trash of society who deserves nothing but to be shunned.

 I want to run away, but a homeless beggar like me has nowhere to go; no place to come home to.

But don’t worry, honey. I don’t have much time left anyway.



Soon you’ll be free to be with them. You won’t have to go around my back anymore. Because by then, I will just be a bitter memory to you; a nightmare you might have always so avoided.

To you my love; I’m sorry. I’m sorry if I wasn’t enough. I’m sorry if I was not able to fulfill your needs. I’m sorry if I was too much of a coward to speak up.

I love you, believe me, I love you so much and even if you did so much that made me cry, I will still love you.

I hope one day, you’d be able to read this and realize it’s me. I hope one day you find out that this is the voice I have always suppressed in the last few years of our life together.

Honey, you know that I love you so much that’s why you’re free. Find that person who will make you happy and make you feel content.

But I have one request to ask you: Please do not make that person cry. Do not let them shed even a single tear of sadness and if you did, only tears of joy. Thank you for all the years, sweetheart I love you.

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