The Married Teacher

Shy in school, wild in bed

Photo by Quan-You Zhang on Unsplash

“My Darling, did you miss me?” the teacher said to me. “Yes, of course,” I replied. I was using the LG flip phone at that time, and life was indeed good.

We didn’t start off like this. In fact, this affinity was due to my close friend’s wedding.

He was getting married to a woman who was an admin staff member having an event at his school. He was bold enough to approach her for her number.

At least this woman was more understanding than his ex-girlfriend, who was extremely possessive and constantly harassed me to find my friend.

He wanted to introduce the MC for his wedding to me so that it would not be awkward for us when we met on the actual day.

I was doing network marketing at that time, selling health supplements, and I thought she could become one of my customers.

Fun fact: She didn’t buy any health supplement from me; she became my woman. That was the worst insult to a salesperson.

When we first met at the table with my friend and his future wife, we introduced each other and made preparations for the wedding. I exchanged numbers with the Chinese teacher.

We met up privately. We had a good time together. My parents would be out working at their eatery, and she showed up at my house in the afternoon.

She wore a necklace, and when she entered my home, she gave me a warm hug.

We began to chat in my room, and we ended up making up. After the deed was done, a phone call came. It was her hubby. I kept quiet, and she answered the phone.

“My dearest husband, I was busy buying groceries at the supermarket.” I began to reminisce about the previous workout.

I was working at a shipping and inspection company at that time while doing network marketing for fun.

Fun Fact: I joined many network marketing companies and actively joined many of the trainings, but was unable to get any clients, until the last 2 companies I joined, my clients were my family members. Network marketing was not my cup of tea.

While I was working, she often sent me messages if I had missed her. However, our relationship didn’t last very long.

She suddenly asked me something, trying to frighten me. She said that her husband was a triad boss, and if I was willing to risk everything for her.

I didn’t reply as I was a coward. She stopped contacting me for many years.

One day out of the blue moon, I received a message from her. She missed me and wanted to be by my side again.

She missed the rascal version of me. Unfortunately, the rascal version in me no longer existed, but transformed into a monk.

After following two monks outside the temple frequently, I refrained from bad karma by being in a relationship with a married woman.

She was very disappointed and felt that I had changed. She blocked me, and we lost touch completely.

Later on, I realised she managed to give birth to a daughter even though she and her husband hadn’t managed to have a child previously.

My close friend knew that I had an affair with the Chinese teacher. He wished us well.

He also confessed that he was actually interested in the Chinese teacher, but no one took the initiative, and she got married.

I ended up being the one stealing his love. He didn’t blame me.

Nowadays, I refrain from dating married women, not because they are bad, but because they are still in a marriage.

I don’t want bad karma to befall my future wife, who is being bedded by another me.

Did you have a missed relationship like my close friend?

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