Ngozi Lovelyn Life Stories
My Life After I Put This Inside My Husband’s Pillow -Part 19
I returned home, nurturing my pains, regretting my actions and scared of the outcome after my confession.
The anxiety was getting terrifying and I was almost looking like a ghost. I was gradually loosing my look as a human being.
My husband was noticing my dwindling nature and was getting worried. The Reverend father opined that, my only option was to confess.
Confession was the only treatment I had to curing my situation. And I was gathering the courage to.
It was the most difficult thing I ever had to do in this life.
Before gathering the courage to tell him, I already made up my mind to quit the marriage, because I knew he was never going to allow me in his life again after what I did.
But something unbelievable happened.
Some girls have lost their conscience in this life. They no longer have shame.
I was still in the room, about to meet him in the living room to confess my sins, when an aggressive knock was heard from the door.
I rushed out, to wonder who was banging on the door like that.
My husband was first to rush out before I was able to join him. Lo and behold, it was Gabriella. He called her name, asking her what she was doing in the house.
Instead of answering his question, she barged in with full confidence, like someone who has full authority over the house.
