Confession with Ngozi Lovelyn
My Life After I Forced My Wife To Sleep With My Boss – Part 16
I knew I looked angry enough, but my wife was still sitting calmly, comfortably staring at me.
“Who are you raking for? Who are you hitting the table for? Listen let me tell you, you no longer have me. You lost me the day you forced me into your boss. But I thank god that, I listened to you.”
“And what does that supposed to mean?”
She hissed, stood, entering the room.
“Are you not the one I’m asking? What do you mean, you thank god I pushed you to him”
And she was still ignoring me, as if I was nobody.
And I lost my control, rushed and land her a slap.
To tell you the truth, I didn’t know I could raise my hand on a woman.
I was frustrated enough and her attitude made it even worse and I lost it.
She couldn’t even believe it.
“You slapped me?”
“I won’t stand you disrespecting me. And I will do it again if you don’t answer my question”
And she stood there looking at me, saying nothing. Still massaging her cheeks. I really slapped her hard.
And she gave me her silence. Her silence could be terrifying.
Her silence is a thousand actions that have severe effects.
She walked inside, sat on the bed, carried our son, pating him.
And she left me confused. I didn’t know what to do again.