I just sat there dumbfounded. I watched the young man usher my naked wife into the shower as the door shut behind them. Leaving me with the emptiness of what was supposed to be the sacred space of matrimony for my wife and I. What did I do to deserve this?
I never brought any of the women I cheated on Bella with to the house or rub my relationship in her face. But for some reason known solely to her she thought I deserved to be disrespected this way. I wasn’t going to storm into the bedroom and fight with a man who is obviously beneath me. I wasn’t going to give him the privilege to mock me when he sat with his friends, giving them the detailed gist of how crazed i acted when i barged in on him and my wife. A scandal was the last thing i needed, Imagine news of Bella’s infidelity getting out. So i waited! And watched. I watched him carry Bella out of the bathroom naked, her legs wrapped around his waist. He Dropped her gently on the bed, like she was a fragile piece of art before turning her face down and getting on top of her. He then proceeded to give her one of those steamy erotic massages usually served by professional Asian masseuse, which i have bren fortunate enough to recieve once in my entire life. I wondered who this fucker was, for him to come into my house and serve my wife a fucking three course erotica, as I watched him treat her with such gentleness. He finally got off her, and got dressed. Bella tried to pull him back in bed with her, her beautiful seductive eyes wide with plea, but he whispered something in her ear that made her laugh hysterically as she finally let go of his hand and walked him to the bedroom door. They kissed intensely, his arms wrapped around her, as she tip toed to meet his height. Her body stretched out to the max, accentuating her perfect lady curves. For the first time in a long time I was reminded of how beautiful my wife is. I watched from the large study window as the man drove off in his sleek white lambo. At least he wasn’t going to be difficult to find, as there were only two lambo’s in Lagos.
I stormed out of the study and headed for the bar. Looking at the piece of furniture that housed different brands of alcohol from regular vodka, to decades old scorch meant for special occasions. I thought of the perfect drink then i settled for my 40 Year Old Single Malt Scotch Whisky, because of course it was a special occasion. Pouring a huge amount of it in a cup and downing it. I repeated the process four more time’s before heading out of the bar. What was i going to do when I set my eye’s on her? The larger part of me wanted to drag her face round the house, tie her up, lock her in a room and throw away the keys. I looked in the mirror and saw the reflection of a man soon to be charged with 2 counts of murder, if i cared enough to get a lawyer then manslaughter would be the case. I charged up the stairs all the way to my now scared bedroom, my heart pounding on my chest, pleading to be let out. I opened the door to find an empty room, i heard the toilet flush as i stood there fist tight and teeth clenched waiting for Bella to come out. The door opened and my heart just sank in sadness. It felt like my heart was being poked with hundreds of needles at once. I saw the sweet innocent girl i married. Who waited twenty five years to have sex with the man she swore to spend the rest of her life with and call husband.
I didn’t notice her walk up to me until i felt her soft hands on my face. Looking innocently at me, with genuine care in her eyes. I took instant steps backwards as i felt everything I’d eaten roll up and form a mould in my throat. I hurried to the bathroom as I let it all out. She rushed after me, trying to rub my back as i let out every ounce of disgust my body had witnessed that night. I shoved her really hard, she fell to the ground and hit her head. She let out a soft painful moan but i didn’t take a second look at her as i stormed out of the bathroom. The same bathroom she did unspeakable things with another man a moment ago. Everything about that room made me sick. I stormed out of the bedroom and headed for the study to get my car keys. I heard her feet hit the ground as she ran after me calling my name and asking me to stop. I scanned for my keys in the study and found it on the CCTV table, along with the flowers and wine I’d gotten her. She stood at the doorway to the study and realised exactly what was going on…