THE CHEATING WIFE -4 (FINAL PART)

I became a full woman in the arms of my husband...Demola Badmus. From the birth of our first son to the third, he stayed faithful and loved me every inch of the way. Even when I was painfully unbearable and irritating. How did I allow myself to lose myself....throw myself away at just the glance of a younger man's pelvic region? The taste of that sinful scent of Damon's hormones rushing through my system and rubbing all over my sweaty skin...all it took to find me, Adeshina, in this level of almost nothingness!

Sitting infront of Demola and staring on d floor at the piece of Durex pack and Damon's brief in his hand....."Demola", I said...."we have been married for all these years and with the sight of a condom pack and strange briefs, you already boil as though you caught a man atop of me?" And as I waited to hear what next would come, I tried so hard for a tear-drop but nothing happened. So I just put my face in my palms and cried (crocodile tears), I sobbed and started to pack my things and threatened to pack out of the house. I dragged one luggage after the other to the corridor as I struggled for tears. Walking back to the room, Demola held and kissed me, "I realise my wrong Shinie, it's work and a lot of stress lately. I haven't had time for you and I feel so guilty...I'm so sorry"!

I held his hands and dragged him out to the green-house for a talk and also to give Damon the chance to get out of my husband's closet. We talked for over an hour and a half and I realised I had blinded myself from my husband's personal and official struggles. I had completely turned into a stranger in the blink of an eye. While we talked, Damon walked towards the gate, probably going to spend the night out. As he passed the green-house, he neither greeted my husband and I nor looked our direction. Demola called out at him and waved but he just walked on like he didn't hear his name. I was hurt by the disrespect Damon showed to my husband. I decided that I would talk to him and end the whole thing. It just wasn't worth it....I have what most women fast and pray for....I had it all!

The next day, at about 1pm or so, I made sure all the doors were locked because I didn't want any more surprises from Damon. I got to the kitchen to start preparing lunch, opened the door and pulled the net down for air, the ventilator had been bad for weeks now. Demola said he would bring the kids back from school since extra lessons were over and their exams would start the next week. I had the last batch of potatoes in the frying pan and was almost through arranging the dinning for the kids' lunch. Demola's rice was packed in his lunch carriage.....I was almost done. With a sigh of relief, I was glad that I was returning to my normal faithful wife mode and not the careless and typical whore I was evolving from. As I returned to the kitchen, after putting the final touch to the dinning table, I met Damon standing right outside the kitchen. I rushed to him as I immediately recalled his rudeness to my husband. "Damon, why were you so disrespectful to my husband yesterday evening?" I asked. "Do you realise that you could have let him know something was going on between us with that attitude of yours?" I added. He kept looking at me without saying a word. I decided to ignore him and walk away only to be held still by the words Damon said to me....

Demola returned with the children from school, greeted me warmly with a hug and a peck on my forehead. He walked up the stairs and didn't come back down immediately. A few steps up the stairs to check if he was alright and I heard the door-bell. I ran down to see who it was......my parents, my elder sister and my closest friend who was meant to be in Johannesburg. Damon wasn't threatening me after all.......he was right! I ran up to meet Demola......my boxes were right infront of our bedroom, I could hear Demola sobbing. I jumped over the boxes and grabbed him from the back, the tears I tried to force out less than 24hours ago came rushing down like waterfalls. I begged......I begged like my life depended on our marriage....my life actually depended on our home, the children between us and my husband. Demola looked me in the eyes and said..."I only wanted the truth from you Adeshina....and I waited till the minute I called your parents for you to call me and tell me the truth, but you didn't!"

My mother took the children to the kiddies while I sat there on the floor, miserable and numb. Demola explained to my parents and Ronke my friend how he had suspected me from the night I stormed out on him only to return at past midnight all soaked by the rain. He never read my chat messages like I thought. He even came back home the day I slept with Damon on our matrimonial bed and met him still sleeping......naked. He asked Damon to go into the wardrobe. All the act I put up...faking tears and dragging my boxes out of the room......he watched me patiently as I deceived myself. Demola!!!......my father cried....my mother wept....my friend couldn't even look at me. He said he invited them to hear and see that he hadn't done me any wrong, he wanted them to come because he had made up his mind to stay single and be the best father to his, not our anymore....his children. Whenever Demola talked that way, I knew that was his final decision. And as soft as he seemed, he was strong at heart, and he had made up his mind.

In less than 3months, I had ruined something that has been precious to me for a life-time. My children, my home that I built and nurtured.....my husband who has loved me, provided for me, cared for me and stayed faithful and honest to me. Today, I am single, I see my children once every month, I work as a customer care agent in one of the banks, I have money and can afford whatever I want....Damon still calls me, but I haven't seen him since our last discussion...when he told me my husband knew about us.....Damon moved out but Osifo still lives there. I am seen as a rich lady to my colleagues, as a lady who owns everything.....but I have nothing. Demola and our three lovely sons were my wealth and riches, without them, I am nothing!


My name name is Adeshina.....The Single and Miserable Divorcee!

DIARY OF A CHEATING WIFE - 3

I was startled by the sound of the cock-crow. I never stay asleep till this hour…it’s almost 7am and I haven’t even had the kids breakfast ready. I have to bath them, prepare their lunch and Demola’s as well. Goodness! I didn’t even turn the heater on last night.

As I rushed down the stairs, struggling with my dressing robe and the scarf I tied over the towel I used in soaking up my wet hair from last night, I was greeted by the kids and Demola at the dining table. Demola had prepared the kids for school and even had their lunch packed up in their lunch bags. At that moment, I remembered his words to me the previous night……

I slept off with my phone in my hand, wondering if Demola read the chats between I and Damon or did he just keep the phone for me? What if he didn’t read any of the messages….i know my husband isn’t the snoopy type, but what if he did and isn’t just saying anything about it? My head was about to burst with all these thoughts. I walked slowly to the dining to check if there was anything left to be done, and to my amazement…everything was in place, just as I would have them done. I look up at Demola, he had been staring at me the whole time because I met his eyes fixed on me. He smiled and said…” you must have been really tired last night….you obviously out-did yourself”…and I just smiled and said…”thank you for your help….i really was tired”. He had this look I couldn’t explain and it made me very uneasy. I just could not stand being looked that way…like he was judging me. So, I dashed to the kitchen hoping to find some work to do….something to keep me busy till they leave the house.

I dumped myself on the couch and wondered what my next move should be. I had to come up with something incase Demola asked about the chats and who it was. I edited Damon’s name on my BBM and he had is sister’s picture up. So….that could save me. Just to double-check I was safe, I went back from when we started chatting and as lucky as I was, I had disabled the chat history….so, with what I had read, Demola would only think I was being too friendly. That’s fair enough.

I took a cold shower since I went back to sleep just a few minutes past 10am….alone in the entire compound with no activities from Damon. After changing all the channels, I sat down to watch a Yoruba movie on Africa Magic Yoruba. They have movies that stand out from the regular home videos. Just as I was getting to understand the storyline of the movies, I got scared out of my skin by a tickle on the sides of my neck….it was Damon! “how did you manage to get into the house?”….i kept looking from the door to him and wondering how he ever was able to get in. I never leave the doors unlocked. I asked him to go out the back door because I couldn’t risk Demola coming….he doesn’t usually come home for lunch, but since I believe he has reasons to suspect me,  I needed to play clean. Getting out the back door, Damon starts to literarily eat me up. I push him off a few times and finally succumbed to his claws. After the session, I told him about Demola reading the chats and how he’s been acting funny lately. Damon didn’t think it was strange, instead he said it served Demola right for ignoring me and my “woman needs”. That wasn’t a fair thing to say to a husband that I love…..loved….maybe still love him a little, but it still wasn’t fair to him.

Damon and I sat in the kitchen and talked about a lot of things. His plans for the future after service and where he planned to settle. He said he wanted to remain here in Abuja with me…..i wasn’t expecting that so I asked him if he wouldn’t want to get married…have children….”your life cant end with me, I have a family and I guess there just isn’t anything I could ask for again”….Damon didn’t allow me finish before he barked furiously at me saying “you are my life and this is where I belong…with you!” I asked him to calm down so we don’t get heard but he just wouldn’t take any of that. He reminded me of my promise to him and how he would never leave me or let me go. Am I dreaming? Is all of this happening to me? Could this be true?

He obviously is getting obsessed with me and its taking a wrong direction. This could fold my marriage up. God! What can I do to just end this? “You plan to get rid of me….you want to end this and go on with your happy life and family and just dump me after very well using me”….”you are wicked and soulless”.

I have really outdone myself with this whole mess. Damon just kept pacing in the kitchen and I was trying to find the right word to calm him down. As I go close to him, the only thing I found myself doing was wrapping and clinging all over his body. Kissing him and craving him with every push he gave me. The more I kissed him, the angrier he seemed to get and I just loved it because I knew deep within him that he wanted me even more than I wanted him. I looked him in the eyes and asked him to come with me. I led him to my matrimonial room and pushed him on the bed. I undressed him and allowed him do the same….i told him he was my man and that he needed to prove it to me. He grabbed me and threw himself over me with all passion of love written over his face…in his eyes and I could feel it in the breath from his nose.

I had nothing to do; Demola already packed the kid’s lunch and his in the morning. I don’t prepare dinner till about 4.30pm just after I get the kids from school and before Demola returns from work. We were laying in my matrimonial bed…I and a stranger that I am in-love with….or in-lust with. He is younger, he is naïve, he isn’t so far from a teenager but he is more than the man I can boast of my husband when it comes to THIS business. Damon is every woman’s dream….every cheating woman’s dream…lol! I can’t believe I actually cheat on my husband….and the way I love it and don’t feel bit guilty doing it.

I wake Damon up and ask him it’s time to go because I need to go get ready to prepare dinner  and tidy up. I rushed to the kitchen and realised the beef was frozen; I can’t believe I forgot to bring it out earlier on. Even the stew I planned to use for the rice was still in the freezer. Thank God for micro-wave, I forced them all out and timed them on high-heat and 10mins while I boiled the rice and prepared the salad. With everything almost ready, I set the table and run the hot water for both the kids and their dad. Just as I dropped the juice on the table, Demola walked in with the kids running to the table.

Without a smile, Demola just said “hello Shina”….he never greets me that way. After washing the children’s hands and serving their meals, I go up the stairs to find out what was wrong with Demola. Going up the stairs….I remember that I didn’t double-check to be sure Damon actually got up when I woke him or if the room was without any evidence of what had happened earlier on. I was about to just run back down the stairs when I heard Demola call out on me like an angry father to a child. My heart started to thump in my chest and my mouth grew dry. Was I to run or just be normal……maybe nothing was wrong. He could just be in a bad mood after all. Getting to the room and almost peeping through the corner of the door, I saw Demola with his back turned against the door and looking down to the bed. I tried to get a clear view to see if Damon still laid there. “Come inside and shut the door”…Demola said, almost like he saw me peeping.

 

Facing me with red briefs in his hands and his finger pointing at a torn out piece of Durex condom pack on the rug……my mind just went blank as I could see Damon’s skin in the wardrobe! He never got up when I woke him and he was still naked…..Demola always opens the wardrobe to drop his briefcase and hang his tie…..and I am standing there with no answer whatsoever as to who owns the red briefs and what a piece of Durex pack was doing on the floor of our matrimonial room.

 

 

I am Adeshina…..THE CHEATING WIFE!