My secret about to kill me – the child my husband thinks is his son, my boyfriend wants him back – part 14
My husband noticed that my mood was off that night. He tried inquiring what could be happening with me, but I maintained I was fine.
The next morning, I told him that, Chimzim won’t be going to school that day, that I dreamt where he was kidnapped and killed.
And my husband enunciated “God forbid”, snapping his fingers
“It’s just a dream and not enough reason for him not to go to school”
“Honey, I have never been this terrified all my life. This dream looks so real, I felt it as if it was happening in real life. Chimzim is my only child, my only soul, I will die, if anything happens to him”
“Nothing will happen to him. And hey, I’m a little bit jealous here”
I gave him a look to understand what he meant by being jealous
“If Chimzim is your only soul, then what am I again to you? Does it mean I have no space again in my wife’s heart?” he said, smiling inbetween.
I understood his intention was to get rid of the worries I was building in my heart, but he never knew that, his wife wasn’t so virtuous.
I defiled my marriage and was been hunted by it.
Peter was mean and there was no way reasoning with him, my only option was to hide my son from him, forever.
I still insisted that my son won’t be going to school that day. My husband said fine and allowed me have my way.
But I still never looked ok, he approached and asked if everything was Ok.
I said everything was fine.
“But your face is saying otherwise. I’ve known you for years and I can clearly say, you are not Ok. Something is eating you up and I would be glad if you can share it with me”
And I gazed upon his face.
“Yes, you can say it. I know my wife and I’m sure it has nothing to do with the dream she had. So say it, I’m always here for you”
There he was, encouraging me to speak up. To say one thing that would shatter and destroy him forever.
