Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22
“Madam, the news i carry will be of great interest to you and i’m here mostly due to the fact that your husband refused doing the right thing” Comfort calmly said to my wife who silently sat on the center table in our sitting room and faced her with all attention while i sweated and stood with fear, clueless on what exactly to do. Of course there was nothing i could do that exact moment than to keep quiet and listen to all the silly girl had to say.
“i’m pregnant for your husband. I’m having a baby for him” she coldly threw the bomb. My wife drew back with shock.
“you can ask him, yea ask your husband. I can’t believe he’s still keeping it away from you. It’s been up to a month i broke the news to him” she revealed, before taking her time to narrate the history of our outrageous affair to my wife who listened without saying a word. She shamelessly told her everything, not even skipping the sex we had at the house months back.
“believe me i came here with a noble mind. I’m not trying to take away your husband but simply to make a report to you. He has to do the right thing by taking responsibility of my pregnancy. He has to see my parents and own up to the family way he has gotten me into. I can’t stand by myself without his support” she summarized and hopefully stared at the poor woman, expecting a reply from her, but all my wife could do was just to stand up with pain and tears which dropped from her eyes, gave me a long look and quietly walked into our bedroom without saying a word while i looked away with guilt.
“you have done your worst right?” i shouted at Comfort as soon as my wife was out of sight, advanced towards the bold girl and lashed out a dirty hot slap on her left cheek. She fell backwards on my chair, gasping with shock.
It clearly was my first time of hitting a woman and i really wasn’t proud about it but nevertheless it never worried me because that moment i was like a man who had lost all his dignity and wealth. I was like a drowning man struggling with his last breathe to survive.
“get out?” i barked, dragged the girl to her feet and roughly threw her out of my apartment before rushing into the bedroom in search of my wife who was crying with her head buried Between two pillows.
“my love” i breathed, standing few steps away from her, too scared to come any nearer.
“i’m not your love. You wouldn’t have betrayed nor kept this information from me supposing you had any atom of love for me. Just go, go away, go after your baby mama. She’s your responsibility. Our marriage is over” she cried, destroying the remaining pieces of my heart with the simple but painful words that came out of her mouth.