MY HUSBAND TRAVELS ABROAD, MY EX-BOYFRIEND JUST MOVE NEXT DOOR,I CAN’T WITHSTAND THIS TEMPTATION.

MY HUSBAND TRAVELS ABROAD, MY EX BOYFRIEND JUST MOVE NEXT DOOR,I CAN’T WITHSTAND THIS TEMPTATION.
I dated Jude for seven years, love him with all my heart, he was my first love, my Childhood love and my first sex partner. He is my first toaster. Though; both of us are married to different people but I still love him.
After a wild wind emotional and unforgettable romance, we lost contact when he joined the army and was later posted to Liberia as part of ECOWAS Peace Monitoring Group (ECOMOG). He was in contact with me for a while but stopped at a stage. Rumor had it that he died while combating Charles Tailor boys. I wept for months, wish to see him again, every man looked like him until I became shadow of myself.
After sometime, I got over it and moved on with my life. But I still remember him once in a while. I still have seven of his pictures and the one we took together. I later met my husband and got married to him. My husband travelled few months ago for 18 Months during his master’s degree program in the US.
Two months ago, the flat opposite our flat became vacant and we later learnt that a former soldier has rented it.
I was shocked when I returned home to discover that the new tenant had moved in, he lost his wife and decided to relocate to a new apartment and behold it is Jude my former boyfriend the love of my life, the man that deflowered me.
I was too shocked to see him, I thought I had lost him to the war, but here he is. All manner of emotion took over me-fear, anger, love, joy and sadness; all at the same time. He was also shocked to see me, he held me and hugged me passionately. Thank God my husband was not at home.
He told me that he is still alive and that the death news was a mistaken identity, but he was seriously wounded and hospitalized for several years in Ghana .
Ever since our re-union, my life has not been the same again, I wish he touched me and hold me. To be candid, I wish he sleeps with me. I remember those days with nostalgia and cry. I feel dirty and stupid as a born again sister and a deaconess in the church and the head of the Bible study department, but emotion will not let me sleep. I fasted and prayed but the mess still continues.
Jude is also sad, vulnerable and lonely, he is just recovering from the death of his wife, Though he is not born again, he drinks heavily and smoke like Chimney, he told me to my eyes that he still love me. And I believe him. To make the matter worse; my husband will still be out of the country for the next 13 months. How will I survive this? Somebody help me! What should I do? Please, help me, tell me what to do. Give me practical solution