Confession with Ngozi Lovelyn
My Life After Forcing My Wife To Sleep With My Boss – Part 12
And I was completely lost, dazed. Devoid of the next thing to do.
Seeing my wife in that mood, was terrifying.
She was this lovely, jovial, humble and kind woman, so seeing her in that mood was scary, because it was difficult to predict her mind.
I got my phone, to call my boss, to ask him if he had any idea of what was happening with my wife, if they had a fight, if he said something to her, but on a second thought, I dropped the phone.
She confirmed he treated her well and the cash she had, the phone and the things she came back with proved that, they really had a good night.
“Then what’s going on?” I yelled, screaming for answers. It then, dawn on me that, I have destroyed my beautiful marriage. My wife had the courage to throw money at me, to get myself something to eat, which means, she had lost all the respect she has for me.
I couldn’t sleep that night. I even lost the appetite to eat something. I only managed to take one of the biscuits she came home with.
The only person that would be solving my predicament was my boss, and I got eager for the day to break, so that I can confront him and ask him what was going on. And request him to explain what he did with my wife.
Later, around 1 in the night, I heard the door opened.
She entered the kitchen to make food for the baby. So I rushed her, to see if I could have a talk with her, but she didn’t give me the face to.
So I allowed her.
She went back to the room, but didn’t shut the door again. She left it open. Which meant, I was free to enter and sleep in the room.
But, I already made up my mind to sleep in the parlour.