Charles was the perfect husband. I met Charles 3 years ago at Radisson Blu, a famous restaurant in Victoria Island, Lagos. That day, I was meant to have dinner with my friends but ended up having it with Charles. I had just gotten back from the UK after studying law to attend the Nigerian law school, Lagos and basically settle down, meanwhile, Charles had just returned from the US to work here in Nigeria with Chevron after studying engineering. So back to where we met, I was on the phone outside Radisson Blu asking my friend, Bola for our reservation details and I guess Charles was doing the same too because he was also on the phone and there, we bumped into each other. Ta-da!
It was love at first sight. Charles and I got talking and decided to have dinner together, so we ditched our friends. That night was one of the most memorable nights of my life. We exchanged contacts and Charles called me everyday and fast forward, two months later, we were dating. We were perfect for each other. To me, Charles was flawless. Under two years, we got married. Did I mention I had the most magical proposal ever? It was on the eve of my 25th birthday at my favourite dining spot in town. He made exclusively reserved the whole place for just both of us and also invited my favourite band.
Charles was the best husband any woman would wish for. People say there's nothing like a perfect man but trust me Charles was the perfect husband, he'd cook me breakfast in bed during the weekends and we tried out our experimental cookings every Saturdays if weren't going out. Bola would always say we deserve the award for couple of the year. Two months later after we tied the knot, I was expecting. Charles and I were so happy to have an addition to the family. We both loved kids and we couldn't wait to have ours. Charles would rub and kiss my baby bump at night before we went to bed every day. We went to US to have the baby and I had this a terrible tear during delivery. I had to stay away from sexual intercourse for sometime for it to heal. Poor Charles also had to abstain for a while, well we always had fun with foreplays.
Two months later after delivery, I came back Nigeria with my beautiful daughter and I was so excited, I was back home, we had a baby now and my tear was healed up. Charles and I didn't want the traditional situation whereby our mothers come to live with us to help take care of our kid, we didn't want any interference in our lives. I was even happy with this decision of ours so I could re-invigorate our sexual life. Everything was normal except that the sex part changed. Charles didn't seem to be enjoying the foreplays, I knew he wanted more. He wanted his wife back, and I was working on that.
My bestie Bola even wondered why I never bothered or thought about Charles cheating and I'd tell her that I knew my husband so well, he could never cheat. He barely even rolled with the opposite sex, he didn't even have much of them as friends maybe just four and I knew them so well. He could never cheat on me with them, I thought, especially considering the fact that that they are all married except one who is engaged and getting married in three months so she could pass as married.
On this very day, I decided to activate our sexual life. I planned to surprise my husband, so I told him that I'd be at my mums' all day. So I dropped the baby at my mum's place after pumping breast milk that was enough to feed two babies, lol and of course that was too much for my child. I just needed to make sure that she had more than enough because her dad and I might spend the whole day. So this was how the plan was meant to go. I'd go to the market, go home and prepare Charles favorite meal, pounded yam and vegetable soup, go to his office and drag him home, eat, shower and the finally have our time together.
I got home from the market, opened the door with my key and proceeded to go upstairs to have a change of clothes. And I heard the unimaginable coming from my matrimonial bedroom. Moaning. Charles moans to be precise, a drop of Tear rolled down my left cheek. It finally occurred to me that Charles was doing the most forbidden. Cheating. I got the courage to open the door and to my greatest surprise, Charles was screwing a man on our matrimonial bed!
It was not just any man, his best friend, who was his best man. They were having so much "fun" and got distracted when I screamed and fainted. My world tumbled. I didn't know what to think anymore. That, I must say was my greatest shock. Looking back, I thought my life would end that day and my mind would never clear what I saw out of my head. I had never fainted in my life but that day I did. I still ask myself, is Charles alright? Did I see wrongly? So, Charles lived a fake life or what? All these while, he had been having an affair with his so called best friend. Apparently this has been going on even before we Charles and I met. Was I meant to be the cover up for Charles? And I came to a conclusion that my husband is mad! What do I tell my daughter? Her father is bisexual? I call that very day, The day of doom!
Thank you for reading. I really do love you :*
It was love at first sight. Charles and I got talking and decided to have dinner together, so we ditched our friends. That night was one of the most memorable nights of my life. We exchanged contacts and Charles called me everyday and fast forward, two months later, we were dating. We were perfect for each other. To me, Charles was flawless. Under two years, we got married. Did I mention I had the most magical proposal ever? It was on the eve of my 25th birthday at my favourite dining spot in town. He made exclusively reserved the whole place for just both of us and also invited my favourite band.
Charles was the best husband any woman would wish for. People say there's nothing like a perfect man but trust me Charles was the perfect husband, he'd cook me breakfast in bed during the weekends and we tried out our experimental cookings every Saturdays if weren't going out. Bola would always say we deserve the award for couple of the year. Two months later after we tied the knot, I was expecting. Charles and I were so happy to have an addition to the family. We both loved kids and we couldn't wait to have ours. Charles would rub and kiss my baby bump at night before we went to bed every day. We went to US to have the baby and I had this a terrible tear during delivery. I had to stay away from sexual intercourse for sometime for it to heal. Poor Charles also had to abstain for a while, well we always had fun with foreplays.
Two months later after delivery, I came back Nigeria with my beautiful daughter and I was so excited, I was back home, we had a baby now and my tear was healed up. Charles and I didn't want the traditional situation whereby our mothers come to live with us to help take care of our kid, we didn't want any interference in our lives. I was even happy with this decision of ours so I could re-invigorate our sexual life. Everything was normal except that the sex part changed. Charles didn't seem to be enjoying the foreplays, I knew he wanted more. He wanted his wife back, and I was working on that.
My bestie Bola even wondered why I never bothered or thought about Charles cheating and I'd tell her that I knew my husband so well, he could never cheat. He barely even rolled with the opposite sex, he didn't even have much of them as friends maybe just four and I knew them so well. He could never cheat on me with them, I thought, especially considering the fact that that they are all married except one who is engaged and getting married in three months so she could pass as married.
On this very day, I decided to activate our sexual life. I planned to surprise my husband, so I told him that I'd be at my mums' all day. So I dropped the baby at my mum's place after pumping breast milk that was enough to feed two babies, lol and of course that was too much for my child. I just needed to make sure that she had more than enough because her dad and I might spend the whole day. So this was how the plan was meant to go. I'd go to the market, go home and prepare Charles favorite meal, pounded yam and vegetable soup, go to his office and drag him home, eat, shower and the finally have our time together.
I got home from the market, opened the door with my key and proceeded to go upstairs to have a change of clothes. And I heard the unimaginable coming from my matrimonial bedroom. Moaning. Charles moans to be precise, a drop of Tear rolled down my left cheek. It finally occurred to me that Charles was doing the most forbidden. Cheating. I got the courage to open the door and to my greatest surprise, Charles was screwing a man on our matrimonial bed!
It was not just any man, his best friend, who was his best man. They were having so much "fun" and got distracted when I screamed and fainted. My world tumbled. I didn't know what to think anymore. That, I must say was my greatest shock. Looking back, I thought my life would end that day and my mind would never clear what I saw out of my head. I had never fainted in my life but that day I did. I still ask myself, is Charles alright? Did I see wrongly? So, Charles lived a fake life or what? All these while, he had been having an affair with his so called best friend. Apparently this has been going on even before we Charles and I met. Was I meant to be the cover up for Charles? And I came to a conclusion that my husband is mad! What do I tell my daughter? Her father is bisexual? I call that very day, The day of doom!
Thank you for reading. I really do love you :*
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