u/One-Skin-5054

I need to get this off my chest because the guilt is absolutely eating me alive, but at the same time, I can't stop thinking about it.

A few weeks ago, my husband and I traveled back to my hometown, and out of nowhere, we ran into my ex on the train. I hadn’t seen him in years—we broke up back then because he wouldn't commit—and I had completely moved on, built a life, and married a wonderful, stable man whom I love deeply. But the second I saw my ex, my heart completely stopped. The boy I used to know was gone; in his place was this towering, incredibly muscular, gorgeous man who just exuded wealth and power. I tried so hard to act cold and distant for my husband's sake, but the moment my husband stepped away to the washroom, my ex slid right into his seat next to me, and my defenses just completely shattered. I was giggling, playing with my hair, and totally lost in his presence, completely sidelining my poor husband.

The worst part—and the part that makes me feel like an absolute monster—happened on our last day. A local bandh left us completely stranded, and while my husband was stressed and helpless, my ex rolled up in his massive SUV looking like an absolute god in a tight white shirt. Watching him effortlessly take control and save the day while my husband just stood there like a bystander turned me on so badly it was terrifying. At the station, in a rush of pure adrenaline and attraction, I blurted out, "This is exactly why I liked you so much when we were younger." I wanted to sink into the floor the moment I said it, but when he smoothly asked for my number, I couldn't resist. I gave it to him.

We’re back home now, and I’ve been playing the part of the guilty, doting wife, swearing to my husband that he's my only love. He was so sweet and forgiving about what I said, which only makes me feel worse, because the truth is, if I could have gotten away with it, I would have slept with my ex right then and there. Now we’re texting behind my husband's back. He’s sending winking emojis, talking about taking me to our old spots and missing the good old days, and instead of shutting it down like a good wife, I’m flirting right back, sending laughing emojis and admitting how much the trip reminded me of our past.

I don't want to destroy my marriage, and I would die if my husband ever found out, but I am so incredibly weak for this man right now and I don't know how I'm going to stop myself the next time we visit.

I need to get this off my chest because the guilt is absolutely eating me alive, but at the same time, I can't stop thinking about it.

A few weeks ago, my husband and I traveled back to my hometown, and out of nowhere, we ran into my ex on the train. I hadn’t seen him in years—we broke up back then because he wouldn't commit—and I had completely moved on, built a life, and married a wonderful, stable man whom I love deeply. But the second I saw my ex, my heart completely stopped. The boy I used to know was gone; in his place was this towering, incredibly muscular, gorgeous man who just exuded wealth and power. I tried so hard to act cold and distant for my husband's sake, but the moment my husband stepped away to the washroom, my ex slid right into his seat next to me, and my defenses just completely shattered. I was giggling, playing with my hair, and totally lost in his presence, completely sidelining my poor husband.

The worst part—and the part that makes me feel like an absolute monster—happened on our last day. A local bandh left us completely stranded, and while my husband was stressed and helpless, my ex rolled up in his massive SUV looking like an absolute god in a tight white shirt. Watching him effortlessly take control and save the day while my husband just stood there like a bystander turned me on so badly it was terrifying. At the station, in a rush of pure adrenaline and attraction, I blurted out, "This is exactly why I liked you so much when we were younger." I wanted to sink into the floor the moment I said it, but when he smoothly asked for my number, I couldn't resist. I gave it to him.

We’re back home now, and I’ve been playing the part of the guilty, doting wife, swearing to my husband that he's my only love. He was so sweet and forgiving about what I said, which only makes me feel worse, because the truth is, if I could have gotten away with it, I would have slept with my ex right then and there. Now we’re texting behind my husband's back. He’s sending winking emojis, talking about taking me to our old spots and missing the good old days, and instead of shutting it down like a good wife, I’m flirting right back, sending laughing emojis and admitting how much the trip reminded me of our past.

I don't want to destroy my marriage, and I would die if my husband ever found out, but I am so incredibly weak for this man right now and I don't know how I'm going to stop myself the next time we visit.

I need to get this off my chest because the guilt is absolutely eating me alive, but at the same time, I can't stop thinking about it.

A few weeks ago, my husband and I traveled back to my hometown, and out of nowhere, we ran into my ex on the train. I hadn’t seen him in years—we broke up back then because he wouldn't commit—and I had completely moved on, built a life, and married a wonderful, stable man whom I love deeply. But the second I saw my ex, my heart completely stopped. The boy I used to know was gone; in his place was this towering, incredibly muscular, gorgeous man who just exuded wealth and power. I tried so hard to act cold and distant for my husband's sake, but the moment my husband stepped away to the washroom, my ex slid right into his seat next to me, and my defenses just completely shattered. I was giggling, playing with my hair, and totally lost in his presence, completely sidelining my poor husband.

The worst part—and the part that makes me feel like an absolute monster—happened on our last day. A local bandh left us completely stranded, and while my husband was stressed and helpless, my ex rolled up in his massive SUV looking like an absolute god in a tight white shirt. Watching him effortlessly take control and save the day while my husband just stood there like a bystander turned me on so badly it was terrifying. At the station, in a rush of pure adrenaline and attraction, I blurted out, "This is exactly why I liked you so much when we were younger." I wanted to sink into the floor the moment I said it, but when he smoothly asked for my number, I couldn't resist. I gave it to him.

We’re back home now, and I’ve been playing the part of the guilty, doting wife, swearing to my husband that he's my only love. He was so sweet and forgiving about what I said, which only makes me feel worse, because the truth is, if I could have gotten away with it, I would have slept with my ex right then and there. Now we’re texting behind my husband's back. He’s sending winking emojis, talking about taking me to our old spots and missing the good old days, and instead of shutting it down like a good wife, I’m flirting right back, sending laughing emojis and admitting how much the trip reminded me of our past.

I don't want to destroy my marriage, and I would die if my husband ever found out, but I am so incredibly weak for this man right now and I don't know how I'm going to stop myself the next time we visit.