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Saturday, October 31, 2015

'I caught my husband in bed with his mistress' (3)

  • Now my home is in disarray!
Kel came back from work one day, looking very sad. When I asked him what the problem was, he was silent for sometimes, not saying anything.
"Honey, what's wrong? You have been so quiet since you came home. You barely answered my greeting," I said when I followed him to the bedroom. 
"There's no problem," he replied brusquely, taking off his shirt and going into the bathroom. Later, after he had eaten and was relaxing in front of the TV he opened up a bit, stating that it was some issues he had in the office that was bothering him. 
"We lost a huge IT contract to a rival company and my Chairman is mad at everybody," he said.
"That's too bad, dear. Don't worry too much about it. I bet another one will come," I said reassuringly. I went to sit besides him on the couch and cuddled up to him, placing my head on his shoulder.
"Thanks, love. I felt really bad because we put in so much effort for us to get the job, but all was in vain," Kel stated glumly.
"As I said, everything will be alright. Another one will come," I said. We watched a popular soap opera on TV for a while before retiring to bed.
Due to the experience I had with my last pregnancy, I was very careful this time around. I avoided things that might pose as a risk such as doing strenuous things like the doctor advised.
That night in bed, when my husband wanted to make love to me, I pushed him away gently, giving the baby as an excuse. By then, I was about six months pregnant.
It did not go down well with Kel who grumbled about being denied his marital rights. 
"This is the second time you are pushing me away this week. How long will you deny me sex?" he said irritatingly. 
"It's for the sake of the baby, Kel. I don't want to lose this one too," I explained.
"Excuses, excuses! That's all you ever give," he grumbled. He turned his back on me and soon I could hear him snoring softly.

The contract
Two months later, I was in the kitchen preparing dinner when Kel came home from work. He was earlier than usual and I could see a glint in his eyes that he normally had when he had great news to tell.
It turned out his company was involved in a bidding for a contract with a major Telecoms outfit in the country.
"It's the same company where your Uncle Thomas is a director," he announced. Uncle Thomas was one of my late mother's brothers. He was quite wealthy and had been very good to my siblings and I after our Mum's death.
"That's good. I pray you will win this one. God will use this contract to compensate for the last one you lost," I prayed.
"Thanks for your prayers, dear. But we also need your Uncle's support to facilitate things for us," he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
He shrugged.
"Well, since he is one of the directors, we could meet him to put in a word for my company; that will definitely give us an edge over our competitors," he said.
I shook my head before stating:
"I don't think it's a good idea. You know how Uncle Thomas is; he is a very strict and straight forward man and likes following the proper procedures when doing things especially when it comes to official matters. Remember what happened to Mike," I stated. Mike was one of my brothers who had applied for a job in my Uncle's company to fill some vacancies. Despite Uncle Thomas's position in the company, Mike did not get the job, much to his annoyance. Later, on being asked why his nephew had failed to secure the job, my uncle had explained that he did not perform up to the required standard the company demanded.
'The fact that he is my nephew is not an automatic license for his getting a job in the company. He failed in the interview. Period,' he had told me bluntly back then.
"So, dear, I don't think you should put too much hope on my uncle for his assistance. The best thing is to ensure your company puts in a strong bid and with luck on your side, you will win the contract," I said.
But Kel still persisted on going through Uncle Thomas, stating that the contract was too important to leave to chance.  "We really need to win this contract. The Chairman has given us a mandate to do all it takes to win it and if that includes seeing your uncle over it, then we have to do that. He has even promised to make me the M.D of the company if we clinch the contract. You know the present M.D will be leaving us soon. So, dear, let's meet Uncle Thomas, ok?"  I was still not convinced but not to make it look as if I did not want to help, I conceded to his demand. 

  ***
As I had predicted, Uncle Thomas was unwilling to involve himself in the bidding process, stating ethical reasons.  "We have foreign affiliations and our bidding process follows the high standard of our foreign partners. So, I cannot influence it. Besides, I believe in fairplay for all the parties involved in the bid. Jessica, you should have explained the situation to your husband, that it's something I can't do. If you are lucky to win the bid, then I can help with facilitating payment of the money or anything to do with the execution of the contract. But till then, all I can do is wish you goodluck," he said with finality. Kel was unhappy with my Uncle's stance, believing it was selfish on his part not to assist him, his niece's husband.
 I tried to pacify him, stating that his company might get the job considering the strong bid they had put in. Unfortunately, my optimism was misplaced. Kel's company lost the bid to a rival. That evening when he came home from work, he looked furious and barely acknowledged my greeting on entering the house. He blamed the loss of the contract on my uncle, pointing out that if he had put in a little effort on his behalf, the contract would have been theirs. "Your Uncle is such a wicked person. A simple thing to do to help a family member is too much for him. What kind of man is that? Selfish bastard!" he stated angrily. I took exception to his calling my uncle names over a matter that he had no control over and when I told Kel that, he got even angrier. This led to a full blown quarrel between us, one of the biggest quarrels since our marriage. "Stop blaming my Uncle for your failure! There was nothing he could do about the bid and he explained it to you. The man is innocent. And stop calling him names! He's not your mate, remember?" I said equally angry. "So, are you now calling me a failure? How dare you!" he shouted at me. He then slapped me and grabbed my neck in a vice choke. I tried to scream, struggling to extricate myself from his grip but it was nearly impossible as he was much stronger than me. Then, abruptly, he flung me against the wall and I slid to the floor. I must have fainted for when I woke up, I was in...

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The Returnee (1)

 
I read Laura's story which was featured in this column last week and I could not help but sympathise with her. I understand what she is going through because I've experienced the same thing- 'a rejected stone becoming the head of the corner' kind of situation. The only difference is that mine has to do with a child: a baby I had for a man who said he loved me but left me in the lurch when I needed him most. Only for him to reappear years later to sing a different tune.
My name is Erica and this is my story.
***
It was one of those days when the traffic was so heavy in the city of Lagos, it was more of a 'stand still' than a 'go slow' as it's popularly called. I glanced at my wristwatch, noticing how late it was getting. I had just thirty minutes to get to my daughter, Tessy's summer school at Ikeja to pick her up. She hated me coming late for her like had happened the previous week when I had arrived nearly an hour late. Most of the other kids were gone and she had stood by the school gate, craning her neck and waiting anxiously for me.
I had promised not to be late in picking her again but it seemed I would not be able to fulfil that promise going by the traffic situation that afternoon. I saw a little opening at the next lane and I quickly maneuvered there, ignoring the angry look of the driver on the line. Gradually, the traffic began to inch forward and I relaxed a little. Luckily, I was about twenty minutes late and my daughter was still inside the building when I arrived.  "Mummy, you are late again o!" were the first words she accosted me with as soon as she saw me. I hugged her and patting her on the head stated:
"Sorry, sweetheart, I was caught up in traffic. You know how bad the traffic is by this time of the day. Where's your bag. Let's go!"
On the way home, we stopped by an eatery as Tessy wanted some ice cream. I sat sipping a soft drink and watched as she stuffed the ice cream in her mouth, at the same time, talking excitedly about her day at the summer school. "My Aunty said that next year, the school will be organising a trip to Disneyland in the U.S. Mummy, I'll like to go too. Can I?" she asked.
"Of course dear. Don't worry, Mummy will work out something," I assured her, taking a napkin to wipe her lips covered with ice cream. Money was a bit tight at the moment, what with the sluggish economy and clients who were owing me for work done. Despite that, I vowed silently to raise the money so she could go for the trip when the time comes. I loved my daughter so much and I was ready to make any sacrifice to ensure she was happy and comfortable.
Since I had Tessy eight years ago, I've practically raised her by myself as a single mother. The man I had her for, Kolly has never set eyes on my daughter. He has never shown interest in her wellbeing, whether she was doing well or sick was none of his business. That was however, until three months ago when he suddenly resurfaced in our lives...
Camp meeting I first met Kolly at a church programme- an annual event that usually draw millions of the faithful to the church's expansive camp on the outskirts of the city each year. That year, I planned attending with my good friend Grace. But at the last minute, something came up and she could not make it so I had to attend alone. One afternoon, two days after I arrived at the camp, I went to one of the numerous eateries there for lunch before preparing for the evening programme. I was eating when a man came over to my table.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked before sitting down. As we ate, he made small talk, stating that it was his first time at the programme. "I never knew it was this huge- I've never seen so many people in my life," he said. 
It was my second year at the camp and I can still remember my shock at the number of people who had trooped into the camp for the annual event, drawn from all over the country and beyond.
"You've not seen anything yet. More people are still coming. Wait till Friday when some will come for the weekend programme, then you will see real crowd," I assured him. I remained at the camp for another three days, leaving on Saturday morning to attend a neighbour's wedding. Kolly and I saw regularly for that period and before leaving, we exchanged contacts. He seemed a nice person so when he called about a week later and asked to meet up, I agreed. He shared an apartment with a friend of his named Sam. When I arrived at his place, his flatmate was out and he was alone in the house. Kolly could cook well and he had prepared a delicious meal of jollof rice and chicken for my visit. We were eating when his friend Sam arrived home and Kolly did the introductions.
"Nice meeting you. He has been talking about you, saying you made his stay at the camp less stressful," Sam stated as he shook my hand. I had a nice time at his place that day. We saw regularly after that initial visit. Kolly told me from the beginning that he did not have a girlfriend much less a fiancĂ©. I believed he was speaking the truth as I had not seen any lady in the house since I started visiting. Soon, a relationship ensued and we became a couple. 
Thinking I was dealing with a sincere person, I relaxed and threw myself into the love affair...


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'I caught my husband in bed with his mistress' (2)

  • Now my home is in disarray!
That weekend, Kel took me to a fun spot on Victoria Island. It was an open air restaurant in a secluded area by the lagoon front, popular for its spicy, barbecued chicken and other delicacies. After placing our order, we sat taking in the cool breeze from the lagoon and admiring the view.
"Nice place," I said as I watched some speed boats racing on the choppy waters of the lagoon.
"Yes. My friends and I hang out here once in a while. Since you like it, we will be coming here more often," Kel stated.
Soon, the food arrived and we concentrated on eating and chatting. 
"The chicken is so delicious! Soft and succulent too," I enthused as I bit into a chicken wing.
"I was told its a secret recipe only known to the owner of this place," disclosed Kel.
"He had better guard it well or he will lose a lot of business if someone else gets to know the recipe," I remarked.
Just then an acquaintance of Kel came over to say hello. Soon after he left, we finished the meal and were preparing to leave when a lady came over with a small gift bag. She handed it to me stating:
"Someone said I should give this to you."
I looked at her and the parcel.
"What is it? Who gave it to you?" I queried. I did not know anyone there and wondered who could be sending gifts to me.
"Why don't you open it and let's see what's inside," Kel said encouragingly.
 Inside the bag was a small wrapped gift which I brought out and opened. A diamond- encrusted sparkling ring nestled inside the small jewel case; besides it was a small note with the words: 'Baby, will you marry me?"
I looked up quickly at Kel who was smiling broadly at me.
"Kel!" I said excitedly, jumping up. He rose, took my hand and repeated the words in the note.
I nodded my head, saying: "Yes, darling! I'll marry you!" he hugged and kissed me briefly then, unmindful of the other customers around who were looking at us in an amused manner...

  ***
"Wow, lovely ring! Jessy, you are so lucky. Congrats o!" said Trina as she admired the ring on my return home that night.
"Thanks, my sister. I just can't believe I'm engaged to be married. Kel really surprised me," I said happily.
"It's not a surprise to me. That man really loves you. As I said, you are a lucky lady. I wish I could get someone like Kel," stated Trina. She had been engaged about a year before but things had not worked out between her and her fiancé.
"Don't worry; God will bring your man, specially made for you," I reassured her.
"Amen o! Better guy o! Not all these 'chop and clean mouth' types that are all over the place now who are just looking for who to use and dump!" she said.
As I gazed at the ring in admiration, I knew Trina was right: I was lucky to have a man like Kel who cared about me and cherished me so much.
"I love you, Jessica. I promise to always be there for you, to be your shield and to protect you. As long as we are together, I will make sure you never lack. I'll take care of you and love you forever," Kel had stated earlier that evening after his surprising proposal.
I believed and trusted him and gave all my heart and soul to him. But who can tell what lurks deep in a man's mind? Or fathom what he will be like tomorrow? Only time can unravel that mystery and time did just that to me.

  ***
Our engagement was a short one. Within five months of Kel's proposal, we got married in a very classy ceremony at my family church. My father had remarried three years before; though my step mum and I did not get along that well, she stood in and played the role of my late mother during the marriage proceedings.
It was a very happy period for Kel and I. In the early days of our marriage, he lived up to his promises and was very caring and loving. About six months after the wedding, I found out I was pregnant. Kel was over the moon when I broke the news to him.
"So, I'm going to be a father again," he said with a wide grin when he arrived home from work that evening.
"Yes, dear. I got the result of the test this afternoon at the hospital. I have an appointment with the doctor next week," I told him.
"Ok. I will go with you. You know I will do anything for you, dear," he said hugging me tightly.
  I nodded, at that instant feeling very happy and contented. My joy however was not to last. The pregnancy was about five months old when I woke up one morning in a pool of blood. Kel, who left home very early for work, had already gone out and I was alone in the house. With the assistance of a neighbour, I was able to get to the hospital where I was admitted.
I felt terrible losing my baby. I had so looked forward to the birth and becoming a mother. I wept bitterly, wondering why such a thing could happen to me. I had been attending antenatal classes regularly and there had been no sign of a problem. So, why this, I wondered. Or was it something I had done?
"These things happen. Anything can go wrong with a pregnancy even with the best care," the doctor had stated when he came to check up on me.
To be fair to him, Kel, my husband was very supportive at this trying time. He was at the hospital regularly throughout the period of my admission and even when I had returned home. I took some time off from work to recuperate and Trina often came to spend time with me.
"You look so pale. Are you eating well at all?" she asked one day when she had come visiting.
"You better talk to her. I've been telling her to eat all day but she says she doesn't have any appetite," said Kel.
"You need to eat to recover. What has happened can't be undone. Life has to go on. You are still young and will have more babies in the future," Trina stated. She then went to the kitchen and prepared some noodles for me which she forced me to eat.
With their care and support, I was able to recover and was back at work a few weeks later. My husband and I put the incident behind us and got on with our lives. Then, five months later, I got pregnant again. Though, I was happy at the good news, it also marked a turning point in our lives that brought unexpected occurrences I never envisaged...



To be continued

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Friday, October 30, 2015

'I caught my husband in bed with his mistress' (1)


  • Now my home is in disarray!
This is the story of Jessica, a lady who out of the love she had for her boyfriend overlooked his murky past, with dire consequences. She fell in love with him and believed him when he promised her paradise; but in the end, hell was all she got!
***
"Everyone is inside having fun and you are here, just staring at  the garden. What's so fascinating about those plants?" I had been so engrossed in my thoughts, I had not noticed the man who had come up quietly to stand besides me on the verandah. He was of average height, not much taller than me with a quiet confidence about him. 
"Just taking in some fresh air. It was getting too hot in there," I told him. It was a birthday party of a friend of my flatmate Trina and as the night progressed, the party was getting more raucous by the minute.
"Yeah, I get you. All that loud music, cigarrette smoke and chatter of the guests can give one a migraine. I'm Kel by the way. And you are?"
"Jessica," I introduced myself.
 We got talking after that. He was a friend of the boyfriend of the celebrant, he told me and had been practically dragged to the bash.
"I have a very important presentation to make at the office on Monday and I need a lot of time to work on it. But Jerry said all work and no play will make me develop premature grey hair. So here I am!" he said with a grin.
"Same here. Today is the fifth anniversary of my mother's death. I wanted to have a quiet time 
 for remembrance but Trina would not hear of it, stating that my Mum would not be happy wherever she is to see me so sad," I said.
"I think your friend is right. Life is for the living; the best way to honour her memory is to live well. And talking about living, I think it's time we hit the dance floor. So, lady, can I have this dance?" he said. And taking my hand, he led me inside the house where the Kokomaster D'Banj's hit tune was blasting from the speakers...
That was how I met Kel. After that evening of the party, we became friends and began seeing each other regularly. Kel was the first man in three years I had become close to and it surprised my friend, Trina. In the past, she had set me up on dates with guys she knew but I had simply not been interested. That was until Kel came on the scene. 

A dark past
At the beginning, she seemed to like him too, stating that I must have been waiting for someone 'like him' that's why I turned down the other men who were interested in me. Then, about four months when Kel and I began dating, she told me things she said she had heard about his past that nearly ended our growing romance.
"I know you will say it's none of my business, Jessy but you are my friend and I don't want anything bad to happen to you. Kel is a nice guy and he's loving too but there's something you need to know about him," she said one night at home. I had just returned from work and I was having a late dinner.
"What are you talking about?" I asked her as I took a sip of fruit juice.
She gazed at me for a while before speaking.
"I heard he was married in the U.S when he lived there and even has a child."
"I know. He has told me about it. The boy is about seven years old and he lives with the mother in the States- they are divorced. So, what about it?" I queried.
Did he tell you why they got divorced?" she said.
I shook my head.
"He only told me they were having problems and he left and returned to Nigeria when he could not cope with the situation anymore," I told her.
"That's not the whole story," she noted. She then went on to give me the full gist of what happened to Kel while he was abroad, how he used to regularly abuse his wife physically to the extent that the police became involved.
"I learnt he served a short time in prison for wife battery, domestic violence and other offences," she added. "You know over there, the authorities don't joke with cases like that- its a serious offence for a man to batter his wife. It's unlike here where such incidences are often swept under the carpet," Trina added.
I was shocked at her words. While Kel had told me a lot about his time in the States, first as a student, then as a staff in an IT firm, he never mentioned his going to prison for domestic violence. My Kel, a wife beater? I found it difficult to believe that the gentle looking man I had been seeing these past months was capable of beating a woman, much less his wife. 
Trina assured me she had got the story from an authoritative source, 'someone who knew him from his days in the U.S,' as she stated.
That he had spent time in prison was bad enough but keeping it from me was worse. How could he do that, I fumed.
"He should have told me about it," I murmured to myself feeling upset.
"I think it's best you ask him. I can see you like him a lot and he is obviously smitten with you. I see the way he looks at you; it's the look of a man in love. But before you guys go further in the relationship, you need to be more open with one another. Keeping secrets can ruin a good relationship," Trina advised.
The following day, a Saturday, Kel came in the evening to pick me up for an outing we had. I sat him down in the living room and confronted him with Trina's story. Initially, I thought he would deny it and call it the handiwork of 'idle gossips' but to my surprise, he readily admitted to serving time in prison. 
 "I know I should have told you about it, but it's in the past, and it's a time of my life I want to forget. Some bad things went down while I was in the States; I used to drink and smoke a lot and I did some things I'm not proud of today. But I have put it all behind me. And I want you to do the same, Jessy. I'm a changed person and have put behind me my rough past. I'm sorry for keeping it from you but I felt it might affect the way you feel about me. And I don't want to lose you now that I have found you," he stated.
"No matter what my reaction might be, you should have still told me about it. I don't feel good hearing about it from someone else," I grumbled.
"I know, dear. It was bad of me. Please forgive me," he pleaded earnestly. He sounded really contrite and my resolve to take a break from the relationship, to cool things a bit, died at that moment.
At that point, I realized I was in love with him and the thought of leaving him at that stage was unthinkable. He had become an important part of my life and I just could not leave him then. Besides, as he had pointed out, it was all in the past and he was a changed person. So, who was I to judge him based on things in his life that happened years before I met him, I reasoned.

  ***
 Instead of breaking us up, the issue of his past brought Kel and I closer. Though very busy because of his job, Kel nonetheless created time to be with me. Most times, we would go on some outings like parties or visiting friends or just stay at home chilling. At a point, I was spending more time at his apartment than in my own place and Trina began to complain about my long absence from home.
"I never knew when you started seeing Kel that he was going to snatch my best friend away from me," she said one Saturday morning at our flat.
"What did you say? Who is snatching who?" I asked, looking at her wonderingly.
"Is that not what he has done? I hardly see you these days! I'm practically living alone in this house because you are never around," she stated.
 "Ha, ha ha! You are funny Trina! Nobody snatched me from you. You will remain my friend till eternity," I assured her.
 "It's easy for you to say. I don't even see much of you now. What will happen when you two get married?" she queried.
 "Who's talking about marriage? Anyway, wait till that time comes. Stop stressing yourself now over that," I told her.
 "I have to. You are my best friend. Until your Kel came and has taken over your life. Now we hardly see," she said in a grumbling tone.
 "I know your problem. You are just jealous!"
 "Jealous ke? I'm just saying the truth. And the truth is that he's nothing but a best friend snatcher!" she declared.
 I laughed and went to my room to get my dirty clothes for washing. I wanted to finish all my chores that morning as Kel was coming round in the afternoon to take me out to some where 'special' as he had put it...

To be continued

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Thursday, October 29, 2015

My best friend's husband (3)


All the pent up feelings I had for Eric and which I had suppressed all this while resurfaced. I held him tight as if I did not want to let him go again. That night, Eric did not go home. He stayed at my place, leaving early the next morning.
 That was how my affair with Eric began. You might think I'm a scheming bitch who went after her friend's husband. But it's not true. I never planned it to happen. Granted I had always fancied Eric. I liked him from the first time I set my eyes on him. But I decided to let go when he started dating Patra. 
 After what happened between Eric and I, I felt some guilt, that I was betraying my friend. I made up my mind that it was going to be a one night stand, that I would stay away from Eric for the sake of my friendship with Patra. But it was easier said than done. The moment I set eyes on him again, all my resolve melted and I was back in his arms. The feeling was mutual as Eric too, could not stay away from me.
 From weekend visits, he began to come over during the week. Though I enjoyed his company,  I could see the risk.
 "Don't you think you are coming here too often? At this rate, it won't be long before Patra finds out," I stated one evening. I had returned from work to find him waiting for me by my gate. Upstairs in my apartment, I prepared a quick meal for him and while he was eating, I went to take a shower.
 "Mmm, you smell really good. I like your perfume," he said, coming over to bury his face in my neck. I wriggled out of his embrace and stated: 
 "You've not answered my question. Patra might see you here one of these days and what will you say then?"
 He shrugged before saying:
 "So what? I'm a grown man and I can go anywhere I please. And I like being with you," he said, reaching for me again. I just could not get him to face the situation we were in squarely and I decided to simply go with the flow at least for a while.

  ***
 Things went on this way between us without Patra suspecting a thing. I was very careful and never gave a hint of what was going on- that I was dating her husband. On his part, Eric could not be bothered. It was like, he wanted her to know about us. There was a time he came over during the weekend and refused to return home on Sunday evening as we had agreed on. Worse, Patra had called me, complaining about his absence.
 "He said he was going for a business trip and would be back today. It's already six p.m and I have not seen him. I can't even reach him on his phone as it is switched off," she said.
 I reassured her, telling her he would show up soon and not to worry.
 At that moment, Eric was snoring deeply in my bedroom. I went to wake him up, so he could get dressed and return home.
 "What's the rush?" he grumbled, sitting up on the bed. "The day's still young. Let me rest a little; and come and join me. I miss you," he stated, stretching his arms for me but I evaded his embrace.
 "Eric! It's nearly 7 o' clock! You need to go home. Patra is worried about your whereabouts," I told him.
 "That's her problem. I have peace here. Why should I go home to face her nagging and bad attitude. When I'm ready, I'll go. Besides, I thought you liked my being here. Or don't you love me anymore?" he queried.
 "That's not the issue now. Much as I love you and want to be with you, Patra is still my friend and I care about her. I don't know how she will feel if she finds out about us," I noted.
 "Well, forget about your friend for now. Focus on us. So, are you coming to bed or not?" he asked.
 It was obvious, Eric had become quite obsessed with me. He preferred being with me than his wife, stating I made him feel loved and appreciated. I could have taken him from my friend if I had wanted. But I just could not bring myself to do it. We were more than friends- she was like a sister to me so how could I take her husband from her? I knew a time would come when I would have to choose between my happiness, my love for Eric and my relationship with Patra which I cherished a lot. 
 Believe me it was a hard choice. But in the end, I decided to choose friendship over love. So, about six months into the affair, I told Eric we had to end things between us. As I guessed, he did not take it well. He said I could not do that, that he could not live without me.
 "How could you do this to me, Una! I can't do without you. I love you!" he said. He pleaded and begged and for a moment, I almost weakened. I loved Eric and it was killing me that I had to let him go. But it was something I had to do.
 "You can live without me. Afterall, you still have your wife. Go home and resolve things with her. It's over," I said firmly. And with that, I practically had to push him out of my house. He kept calling and sending text messages but I stood firm in my resolve to end things with him. It was hard for me as well as my heart still longed for him. 
 I thought that was the end of the matter until some weeks later when I found out I was pregnant. I am carrying Eric's baby! Something that is supposed to be a thing of joy under normal circumstances is giving me sleepless nights. On one hand, I want to keep the baby since its for the man I love. Then again, since Patra and I are so close, there's no way I can hide the paternity of the baby from her; what will be her reaction when she finds out I'm pregnant for her husband? 
 And what about Eric? What will he do when he learns about the baby which he will eventually do? Will he do something crazy like leaving Patra for me as he had threatened several times? I'm in a real dilemma!
 What should I do? Both about the baby and Eric who still keeps pestering me to come back to him? Should I take him back because of the baby? The mistake has already been made, getting involved and falling in love with my best friend's husband. It was all due to my weakness for Eric. But right now, I need to resolve this issue. So, I'll appreciate readers' advice on the way forward for me. Thank you!

The End!


Names have been changed to protect the identity of the narrator and other individuals in the story.


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