The Co wife - Season 1 - Episode 6

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The Co wife - Season 1 - Episode 6

JAMES’S Point Of View

I got home to my mansion and enjoyed her cologne that still lingered in the air. I was angry because she seemed to get cold feet all over a sudden, I wished she would just trust me. I had ways to make her happy.
I had done everything to win her trust. I knew I was rushing things but I was helplessly in love with her. Why can’t she just trust me? Then I thought, Why not just call her and wish her goodnight? First ring. She didn’t answer. “She always answers her phone. I wonder what’s up.” Second time, she still doesn’t answer. Third time….I kept calling for so many times until I heard, ‘the person you are calling is not available. We shall notify them that you tried to call. If you wish to leave a message, please do so after the tone….’

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry if I did anything wrong, please forgive me. I just wanted to wish you a good night. Please call me once you get this message. And please don’t quit. I will be expecting you tomorrow at work. We have a lot of talking to do.”

She never switches off her phone. I kept wondering what had made her so angry not to pick my calls. I went to bed, thinking about her. Then I got a call from my w---e wife. I refused to pick it knowing too well she will call again and again. She did as expected then she wrote an sms. “Your kids are asking where you are James. Please come home”. I hated her passionately.


I loathed her. The thought of her whoring behaviour made me insides churn. I always felt like throwing up whenever I saw her disgusting frame!

I loved my children. And the message just crushed me. I had to go home. I called and told her I would be home in the next hour.
When I got home, she and the kids were there waiting for me.

“Hey kidos!”
“Hi dad!” they chorused running towards me for a hug. We Chit chatted with the kids here and there about everything and nothing in particular. Never once did I look at my….no… Joyce. I couldn’t even bring myself to call her my wife. She just sat there looking keenly at me saying nothing.

I got up from the dining table and went towards my bedroom. I couldn’t sleep with her on the same bed, so I moved a few suits to one of the spare bedrooms. She came up to me and forced a hug. “I missed you babe. Please come back to me. I am really sorry if I have wrong….”

“Get your filthy hands off me woman before I break them!” I snarled at her gritting my teeth, angered. “Ok, ok, no hugs, but please come to bed with me. I’ll be cold, plus I missed you Jim.” She said as she flatted her eye lashes. That had always turned me on, but not anymore. I just shook my head and left her there shocked. I had sworn never to lay my hands on her, ever again. After all she had Jeff to practice her acrobatics in bed with. Shameless s--t! That night I dreamt about Jackie, about us. But it wasn’t a good dream.

We were walking along the shores of some river, we were happy, laughing, suddenly someone came and hit me on the head as they took….no…dragged her away holding her hair. She was screaming my name, but I couldn’t do anything to help her. I watched her helplessly as they took her away.

I woke up with a start. Sweating profusely and wondered if the dream meant anything at all. Looking at my watch I realized it was already morning and I had to hurry and get to the office to see her and make sure she’s okay.

Sweet aroma was coming from the kitchen but I didn’t spare the cook, Joyce even a glance!

“Honey, breakfast is ready!”
She called over her shoulder.
I ignored her and rushed out towards my car. I wasn’t ready for her squirms that morning.


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I got to my office but she wasn’t there yet. I waited. One hour, two hours, three hours and I decided that’s enough. I tried calling her and the phone was still off. I would feel the hairs at the back on my head standing and I knew something was wrong somewhere. She never missed work no matter the circumstances and if she did she would at least let me know a day before.

I therefore grabbed my coat and headed out, calling out to my secretary to cancel all meeting. I rushed out with one thing on my mind. Finding my girl.

I drove carelessly and furiously towards her house.

I didn’t Eve n lock my car when I arrived. I took the stairs, three at a time and within no time, I was standing at the door of her one bedroomed house.

I knocked at the door bit there was no response.

I pushed the door and I found myself inside her sitting room. I looked around, calling loudly but there was no response. I rushed to her bedroom but she wasn’t there. I went back to the living room and found the handbag she had the precious day.

Her phone lay in pieces across the floor.
I wondered what was really happening.

I knew for sure she was in danger.

I had to involve the police. If Joyce was involved in her disappearance, she was gonna hear from me!