My Life After I Decided To Conduct A DNA Test On My First Son – Part 2
So he asked me to come to his house the next day, that it’s a serious matter and that I shouldn’t miss coming to his house.
He also advised that, I shouldn’t tell my wife about it, that I should keep it between us for now.
I said ok and disconnected the call.
When I got home that evening, I was almost pushed to asking her who the father of Henry was, but I was able to restrain myself, resting on the advice my brother gave me, that I shouldn’t ever let her know what was heating up.
But I only managed to show her that, my heart was bitter with her, furious with her, because she deceived me, imposing another man’s child on me to train. I refused eating the food she set for me.
She wasn’t herself that night, she kept asking me what crime she committed, the reason I was rejecting her food.
But I kept controlling myself from exploding.
And then, she flared, saying that, if I don’t want to tell her, that I should keep it to myself, that she is not even interested in finding out what is wrong with me.
The next thing she did, she called the kids and they started eating the food she set for me. They were enjoying the food, licking fingers, loud enough to stir my anger.
And that was how my heart started boiling deep.
Her husband wasn’t feeling fine. Instead of finding out what is wrong with him and calm him down to eat his dinner, she is showing some attitudes?
This behaviour of hers worsened my anger and I descended on Henry, beating the hell out of him.
I was loosing control.
He can’t be enjoying the privilege my other kids enjoy.
And my wife stood mouth agape, wondering what was going on.
“What has he done to you now?” my wife screamed and rushed Henry who was lying on the floor
I went out of line that night. I lost it and almost broke his head, but guess what? He did not even feel a thing. He still laid there, licking his fingers and very loud for me to see that what I did to him did not even enter his body.
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©️ Ngozi Lovelyn
