“Get away from me you asshole!” I screamed, pushing him hard away from me that he hit his back against the walls of the door.
“What do you think you’re doing?! Don’t you have a wife?” I yelled in exasperation and even though, I wanted to feel that sense of love again, I really wanted him to get away from me.“It is men like you who ruin homes and drive their wives crazy, so the get a divorce!” I added and he just stood there, staring at me as though he had nothing to say but hell, I had more than a lot to say to him.“And so this makes me what? A bitch? A dry man who wants nothing but to be inside a wet pussy? Come on Jane! I don’t even have a wife!” He barked and I was shocked at his resounding words. What did he mean he didn’t have a wife.“Oh you’re a fine one to deny your wife. What did I expect anyways?” I scoffed, returning back to the sink to complete what I had started.“I mean it, I would never lie to you or to anyone else. Bianca is not my wife and I can prove it,” he said, bringing out his phone from his pockets as though he got an important call or text.“Alright then, prove it!” I yelled and he shoved his phone in my face.“Here, take it!” He said handing me the phone to go through the phone and of course I took it. I wanted to find out the mystery of this man. I wanted to uncover all mysteries. It was my curious and determined nature that got me into one hell of a marriage anyways.I took a swipe or two of his gallery, then went to his call logs and saw that he had his wive’s name as Bianca Fernandez.“What is this? Some kind of joke?” I sneered at him and he just let out a huge sigh, holding his head as though he was tired of me and my tantrums“I don’t have any pictures of us together and look, I still have her number saved as her maiden name!” He explained and just stood there, shocked at the audacity of this man, lying to my face.“So if she isn’t your wife, who is she then?” I asked, a little smirk playing on my face with my hands, akimbo.“She’s my personal assistant,” he sighed and I looked at him.“These rich people,” I scoffed.“I don’t have time for this,” I continued, carrying my bag and packed everything I brought out of it and made for the door.“Listen to me, Jane,” he said, blocking my way from leaving through the door.“Get out of my way Henry!” I yelled, shoving him by the side but he wouldn’t budge.“Listen to me!” He thundered, grabbing me by my shoulders and shaking me violently.“Get away from me!” I yelled, trying to break free from his grip.“Just, hear me out okay?” He said, a bit calmly this time and I got some time to take a look at his face. He was absolutely beautiful. The most perfect man I’d ever seen. How could a woman do beautiful marry the perfect man, or so she thought.This perfect man is a hunter, hunting for other women to indulge in. I pitied his poor wife, Bianca. Who knows if the man is actually the reason for their childlessness? Who knows?“I will spare you just five seconds and you leave my way else, I will babble all the way to your wife on your next gym session,” I said and he looked as though he had seen a ghost.“You make me feel so many different emotions at once Jane. I haven’t taken a breath of fresh air since the first time I saw you on the road that day. I just can’t seem to get you out of my head. And as if God answers prayers, he brought you straight to me, at my party. Isn’t that a sign?” He asked, his hands still on my arms and I stared at him in bewilderment.“Really? Is this really what you came up with? That’s it, all of you are the same! I’m at your party because I came to have a good time without a man hovering around me. And even if you really can’t stop thinking about me, how is any of that supposed to bother me?” I snapped and he grabbed my face, slowly. I suddenly got lost is his eyes. They had this commanding aura over me. His breath smelled of tequila and mint. It sent me over the edge.“If you really didn’t care, you still wouldn’t be here with me, Jane,” he said, slowly and calmly, moving closer to my face than he initially was.“Stay away from me, Henry,” I said, with a shaky voice, slightly afraid of what was going to happen next but hey, blame it on tipsy.“Okay,” he said, backing away and I gave him one last glare then left through the door.Now, that was one hell of a conversation. A conversation I never wanted to have. Speaking with him brought so many bad memories of my husband I didn’t want to think of. Poor Bianca, she has no idea what he does and I’m sure I’m not the first, neither am I the last.“He hasn’t stopped thinking about me, huh,” I scoffed with a light smile playing on my lips.“Jane! Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you!” Sheba walked up to me looking completely drunk.“Sheba, don’t worry about me, I feel better now. Where’s your husband?” I asked and she looked taken aback, looking around frantically like she was looking for a child.“Uhm, I don’t know,” she said but immediately brushed it off when she heard her favorite music come on.“Heyyyyy, let’s get to the dance floor and dance. We came here to party,” she said moving her body to the rhythm of the song.“I know but, you came here with your husband so you should leave with him,” I was worried about my sister especially in her drunken state and I didn’t want to be responsible for her, especially not now she was drunk.“Oh Sheba, how could you lose yourself in this drink?” I was already slightly frustrated, trying to hold her up from falling down.“It was just a sip! I promise,” she said and giggled very loudly that if there wasn’t a loud music playing in the background, people would have thought she saw a cat.“Alright, let’s dance,” I said, holding and leading her to the dance floor.“I was wondering when you would stop being a party pooper!” She laughed and started moving her body to the rhythm of the song while I joined her. We had a lot of fun and I wanted to do that again with her another time, another place.We had enough fun and I was now tired and so was she. “Hey Sheba, it’s time to go home.” I tapped her lightly while her eyes were almost closing up due to her drowsiness and sleepiness.“Come on, let’s go,” I nudged her a little, gently dragging her to the lounge where we had kept our belongings when we entered the venue.We got to the tables and I looked for all her stuff and packed everything up. By the corner of my eyes, I caught sight of Henry, whispering sweet nonsense into another woman’s ears and I rolled my eyes. Typical.I looked around again for any sight of Sheba’s husband but I couldn’t find him. “Oh no, Sheba. Can you call his phone?”“What?” She asked, barely audible and I knew asking her any questions would be all to no avail so I searched for my phone in my purse and searched for her husband’s number. Once I dialed the number, it didn’t go through and went straight to voicemail. That was odd. Now, I had to drive her to my house, myself.“Hey, come. Let’s go,” I said, helping her up as she could barely stand without staggering. I led her out of the building and into my car. I made sure she stayed out at the back seat while I got into the driver’s seat.I looked around again for any sign of the car they came in with and I did find it. I got down from my car and walked over to her red Chevrolet. I looked into the car, hoping he would be in there but he wasn’t. I gave up.On our way home, I couldn’t help but think about the events that had happened the past few days. It was the most eventful since I had been married to Rick. What a pity. I missed all the drama anyways.I got home and I noticed two extra cars were parked in my garage. It was a big garage so my car fit in either way. I wondered who the cars belonged to. But I eventually remembered that it was of Rick’s nature to bring in strangers into the house without informing me, especially women.I took a deep breath in the car, bracing myself for whatever drama that may take place inside the house. I wasn’t even ready to meet eyes with him because the moment I saw him with a woman, pierced my heart deeply. But then again, I stayed. Just thinking about it, made my tummy troubled.“Here goes nothing,” I muttered under my breath as I turned my car off and got down. I opened the back door for my sister and helped her down, leaving her things still in the car.I got to my door and it wasn’t locked with a key, I walked into the living room and didn’t see a single soul so I decided to take my sister to the guest room. The moment I opened the guest room, my jaw dropped at the sight I was looking at, I almost screamed.I immediately pulled out my phone and recorded the scene. At that point, the people in the room were begging. It was my sister’s husband. The same man we called severally to come pick his wife up. Is that how he usually behaved with her? Has my sister been hiding how shitty her husband is too? “Lying bastards,” I spat to him, the lady who was with him and my husband, Rick. Oh, how I wasn’t even moved by seeing my husband there. It was very normal and usual to see him. He wasn’t even begging. But I was indeed shocked to my marrows to see Vincent, my sister’s husband.“Wait, wait, Jane, don’t tell Sheba please,” he pleaded and I let out a very loud cackle.“What do you take me for? Like who exactly do you think I am? Not to tell my sister about how shitty you are? You must be mad,” I scoffed, still holding my phone up, recording.“It’s the work of the alcohol, I was drunk. I’m still drowsy from all the drinking and partying, it’s just an honest mistake, Jane please, don’t,” he pleaded,
………..“What are you doing in my home?!” I thundered, catching Rick for the first time with a woman on our matrimonial bed. I had just gotten back from a visit to my sisters. And Rick and I had just made love the previous night. He had promised me the world, he had promised me he would change. But I was still seeing the same version of him before me and even worse. That was the umpteenth time he had promised me of a change. What was I thinking believing him all of those times? Or was that what it was? Maybe I just decided to ignore the fact that he wasn’t mine or maybe it was something more.“Get out! Both of you!” I charged at the both of them but Rick wasn’t having it. “Jane! Stop this bullshit! Leave us alone now!” He thundered and I stood there like a hopeless sheep in the woods. Did he just disrespect me in the presence of his mistress? Was it a crime to love someone? Did he just ask me to leave the both of them in my matrimonial bed?“In case you have forgotten so quickly Rick, t
My sister was always an early riser while me, well I was just me. The incidents of the previous night just flashed like a movie in my head. I slowly got up from my bed, caressing my head because I had a terrible headache from my hangover. I was quite surprised my sister was up and doing that morning.“Hey, Jane. Good morning,” she cooed, smiling like a butterfly that had enough nectar.“Good morning Sheba,” I said, smiling dryly and slowly getting up from my bed weakly and trying to process what was going on that morning“Come, get up. You always wake up late! I thought you’ve let go of that habit,” she said, tapping my feet which made my eyes a bit clearer to look around my room and it was an absolute mess.“Sheba, I’ve got a huge headache. Please allow me to sleep for god’s sake!” I whined, slumping back into my bed.“Not on my watch missy!” She yelled grabbing me by my left leg and dragging me all the way off my bed.“Hey! I don’t want to fall!” I yelled, supporting myself with my
“No no Jane,” she persisted, getting up from her seat and making me sit down. She offloaded the tray and nudged me to eat.“You have to eat first, so you won’t pass out. You haven’t eaten in days!” She yelled and I instantly felt really bad for her. She’s a very good and kind person and didn’t deserve this happening to her. I thought of over a million ways I could convey the message to her but it just wasn’t working. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I couldn’t bring myself to deliver such terrible news. But I needed to let her know. Just hopefully, she wouldn’t be as delusional as I was in my marriage.“The food wasn’t cooked to be stared at now,” she pressed. She walked over to my bed and sat on the edge with a coffee in her hand. I was sure she wasn’t going to leave until I had eaten something. I took a quick look at my sister. Beautiful woman with short red hair. Her curves bulging out through that black trouser she wore with a red peplum shirt. She had a little tattoo on the back
..................“No! You don't understand. I need you. I need you by my side all the time!” I pleaded with Rick. We had just graduated high school and it was time for us to part ways. Rick and I were high school sweethearts. We won couple of the year every single year till we graduated high school. I just didn’t understand why he wanted to move to a different city.“I know that beautiful. But my life is in France, pursuing art. We will still talk. We’ll still keep in touch. Our love won’t ever die,” he said cupping my face in his hands. I was already ruining my mascara with the tears pouring down from my face. He had invited me out to dinner with the text that read, “We Need To Talk.”I thought my love life with him was over and I was head over heels for him. I didn’t want to lose him to any woman at all. “You know that’s not possible. You know it’s impossible to keep up with loving you from so far. Who will get me flowers? Who will I hug and kiss when it’s winter? Who would I fuck
“Well, it’s just my mother. I told her we were getting married,” I said, afraid to complete the sentence, scared of what he was going to say or how that day was going to turn out. At that point, he was already unpacking his grocery while I stood by the kitchen counter, fiddling with my top. That used to be my favorite top at that moment. But it quickly became the most disgusting thing I’d ever worn because of the memories that came with the top.“Okay, great. What did she say?” He asked, kind of excited and I felt bad for what I was about to say but I had to say it anyways so I took a deep breath and out.“Well, she doesn’t approve,” I said and held my breath for a moment, waiting for a reaction but I saw none. “Did you hear me?” I repeated to know if he was actually listening.“Oh yea, I heard you, baby,” he said absentmindedly as he still rummaged through the grocery as though he was searching for something. “Shit! I forgot the sardine,” he spat but I was concerned that he had nothi
“Please… please, I’m so sorry. I just didn’t want to let you go! I was afraid!” I cried, tears pouring down freely from my eyes and down to the ground. He didn’t look like he was going to forgive me. I knew what I did was grave but I did it for love.“And that was the best way? Really Jane! Of all ways you could think of, that was the best way?” He thundered while I shook my head violently. He already picked up a knife to cut the pickle he had bought to make a sandwich for the both of us.“Look, I did it for us. I did it for love. Please don’t be like this baby,” I said and he shot me a very stern stare, I froze and was unable to utter any more words.“You know, all this was just a test to see who really cared for me and didn’t,” he started and I didn’t mutter a thing, I just let him finish.“Did you really think I’d leave my phone at home with you and head to the grocery store? Did you really think that I would invite you to my house out of the blue? What exactly were you thinking hu
Remember when I said I was going to allow the future to decide how chaotic my life choices would be? Yes, I did.“I got it!” I said, staring into my laptop that rainy afternoon. I had finally gotten to my house. I wasn’t in the mood to interact with anybody. “Eeww what happened to you?” I jammed my sister in the lobby. Of course, I completely ignored her. However, I shot her a very stern stare before I opened the door to my room and shut it behind me. “Weirdo,” I could hear her curse me from outside my door. I dropped the bag I was carrying like I was helpless and slid down my door with my face cupped in my hands. I couldn’t let tears stream down my face again because I was really cold and I cried all through the walk home. I was shivering yet I really couldn’t do much about it because the pain I felt in my heart surpassed all kinds of feelings. “Jane, are you okay?” I could hear my mom knock on my door from outside. I immediately got alarmed and shot up from the ground where I sat,