Confession With Ngozi Lovelyn
My Life After I Forced My Wife To Sleep With My Boss – Part 7
I rushed inside and met my wife weeping. She couldn’t believe that, I would one day subject her into that kind of lifestyle.
But there was nothing there and that was what I needed her to understand.
“Why are you crying? So you are telling me that this condition we are in right now, you are comfortable with it? Tell me, are you a witch?”
And she swift her head towards me, firing me this look.
“You are calling me a witch?”
“Yes, because it’s only a witch would see the road that will bring riches to her husband and chooses to block it. Listen, this marriage will be over if you refuse to give in to his request”
And she still continued looking at me, as she had confusion showing all over her face.
But I continued, making it point clear that, she must sleep with my boss, or our marriage will be over
“Yes, because I see no future for us in this marriage. Remember I never intended getting married the time I did. You were the one who forced me. I opted for abortion, but you insisted I married you. And out of my good heart, I gave in to your demands when I wasn’t even prepared for marriage. And now, the opportunity has come for you to better our lives, you are claiming to be holy. Listen….
“I have heard you” she cut in, tightening her face
“You say what?” I asked to understand clearly what she meant
“I said, I will do it. When does he want me? Tomorrow?” She asked, getting enthusiastic as the tears on her eyes started drying up
“You don’t have to say much, I’m ready to satisfy your boss. I will give it to him any how he wants it. I’m going to make him happy and treat him well. Give him styles, rock him hard. You don’t have to say much again, I’m going to do it, whole heartedly.”
She then stood, moved towards the wardrobe and started going through her clothes.
“Which cloth do you think I should wear tomorrow? You know I should look my best? So tell me”
I was looking at her. I understood her game. She was planning to stir my mind to make me jealous, hurt and have a rethink.
But whatever thing she was planning, I really wasn’t interested.
She was trying so hard to hide her disappointment. But I didn’t bother, because my mind was already made up.
The night she left to be with him, I still remembered the look she gave me. Till today, that look still pierce my heart. I used my own hands and pushed my wife into a life she never dreamed off.
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