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Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Unforgivable Housewife!!! Chapter 6

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After Charles and I drank some alcoholic wine and talked, he came very close to me and touched my hand.

“You know I admire you a lot,” he said and licked his lower lips. I wanted him but I remained nervous. “Can I kiss you?”

All I did was answer him with a shy smile.

He wrapped me into his arms and took my mouth. I kissed him back. Charles travelled his right hand into my breast. I felt awkward! I pushed his hand away, rose up on my feet quickly and adjusted my dress.

“Any problem?” he asked.

“I have to go home.”

He elevated and stood in front of me, blocking the door. “Why?”

“Because I feel like going home.” I grabbed my car key and phone from the table in the room.

“But we have not done anything.”

“I know but I do not feel like, I have to go and I will call you later.”

“Please if I have done anything wrong, I am very sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize to me because I am the one at fault. I lured you here but I have to go now.”

I shifted to the right side to walk to the door but he obstructed me.

“What is the meaning of this?” I asked in an angry tone. 

Charles laid his right hand on my left shoulder. “Modupe, you don’t have to use that tone with me. You and I know we want each other and I see no big deal if we want to have sex.”

“I don’t want to have sex with you!” 

He dropped his hand. “Don’t shout at me!”

“I want to leave, please leave my presence.”

“Is that an order?” he asked in stern tone.

Then it dawn on me I am in trouble. What was I thinking in the first place, inviting a stranger into a hotel room. If something bad happens to me what can I say to defend myself? Absolutely nothing.

I took a deep breath and pretended with a gloomy expression on my face. “I have to go home and meet my children.”

Charles eyes and mouth opened. He stared at me like a dunce before he regained his sanity. “You have children?”

I nodded.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I, I…” I stammered and he interrupted me.

“You do not need to explain to me, I understand. Your mother can take care of them and it should not stop us from having sex.”

I could not believe what I heard. I, Modupe Lawson glared at a man I barely knew about. I was not thinking straight about the idea of cheating on my husband. If I sleep with him, it is my body he will violate not Jude's own. My husband cheated and his verdict should be pain and misfortune not I giving my body I cherish to the man standing in front of me, a complete stranger. Even if I want to have sex with a man that is not my husband, it should not be with the desperate alien. He seems like a pervert.

“I don’t want to have sex.” I said impatiently.

“Why?”

My heart was beating very fast! I was scared. What if he try to force his way into me. What will I do?

“I am married.” I had to say the truth and I hope he will understand me.

He raised his eyebrows and said no words to me.

“Can I go?” I asked.

Charles cleared his throat and gladly stepped away.

I felt a relief. “Thank you.”

He frowned at me. “I have nothing to say to you.”

I opened the door and left the room. I am sure he was disappointed I wanted to cheat on my husband but what about the men that cheats on their wives. I was very lucky tonight.

I drove back home and the time was 10:15pm. Jude waited for me in the living room and my children were fast asleep.

“You should not have waited for me.” I said.

“So it is a crime to wait for my wife?”

“I am very tired and I need to sleep.”

“Will you sleep in our room?” he asked.

“I have told you to give me time to heal. Don’t force yourself on me.”

“But I have missed you.”

“Missed me or sex with me?”

“You are my wife and I deserve your body anything I like.”

I fired back at him. “Forget the fact that you are my husband, I have my body and you have no right to sleep with me just because you married me.”

“Marriage is for better for worse.”

“No.” I replied. “Marriage now is for better for ‘stay’ and for worse is to ‘go’.”

“Then why are you still married to me?”

“That is because our children are still very young and I don’t have the heart to separate them from their father. When you married me in the church, did the pastor tell you to cheat on me?”

“We have talked about this cheating issue, I am no longer interested in other women.”

“Lies!”

“Modupe you are difficult and heartless.”

“Me?” I asked surprised.

“Yes!”

“You are the one that cheated and have a pregnant mistress! Instead of your mother to scold you, she is supporting you.”

“What did you expect her to do?” he asked. “Flog me?”

“I expected her to tell you the truth! That what you did was very wrong but she went along with you and asked me to forgive you just like that. You are the one with an unborn child and you are even thinking of making her your second wife. Men have no conscience!”

“Remember you have brothers and your father is a man.”

I pointed at him. “Don’t you ever bring my family into your mess!”

“Do you think they are innocent? I am sure they are f**king other women apart from their wives!”

“Jude, you are pathetic, crazy and ridiculous!! Oh, I curse the day I met you!” As I spilled out those words, unpredicted tears came falling from my eyes. I am the victim, the innocent one and my husband is making me feel like the guilty one.

Jude approached me with a hug but I pushed him to the floor. “Don’t ever in your life touch me!!” I ran to my room, entered, bolted the door and jumped on my bed to cry more.

After crying, I took my phone and dialed my immediate elder brother’s number. I did not want to get him involve in the first place because he is not only hot tempered but a dangerous person. He dated a lady that is working in Jude’s place of work. I was planning to use her and my brother is the only that can convince her to do it even if I offer her a huge amount of money.

“Modupe any problem?” he asked after picking my call. 

It was unusual for me to call him late in the night. “I need your help.”


“What is it?”

I continued to cry. “I want to destroy Jude! I am tired of the marriage.”

“Is that why you are crying?”

“I am tired!!”

I heard him breath loud over the phone. “I will not make your children fatherless but you have to tell me what to do.”

“Are you still dating that lady in his office?”

“You mean Tracy?”

“Yes.” I replied.
 
“We have broken up.”

I sniffed my nose. “I want her to help me set Jude up in his office. I want her to record him if he is sleeping with a lady there.”

“Consider it done!”

“How will you do it?” I asked not surprised. My brother Tunde was the real deal.
 
“I still have her nude pics in my phone and if she refuses to your deal, I will post them out!”

“Tunero my brother!” I hailed him.

“What’s my name?” he asked playfully.

I smiled. “Tunero.”

“I want us to see and sit to talk about Jude. You know I never liked him.”

“I know and I’m sorry.”

“I am not in town but when I get back, we will see.”

“Okay bro.”

“How are your children?” he asked me.

“They are fine.”

“Have you spoken to Femi about Jude?”

“Yes and he is helping me to do something concerning Jude’s mistress brother.”

“Very good.” he said. “Jude will pay. He should not have bitten the finger that fed him. Good night little sis.”

“Good night love.”

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The next morning, I did my necessary chores and carried my kids to school. I did not go home but went to a pharmacy to buy some sleeping tablets. I explained the kind I wanted, not the one that will put me to sleep immediately. On my way home, my friend called me to come to the hospital to check on her that she has seen someone. 

When I got there, I was disappointed. Even a blind man would know the nineteen-year-old girl she wants me to take appeared extremely sick. She looked like a skeleton seen inside a coffin. Lord have mercy! I declined because Jude will never sleep with someone like that. 

I informed the nurse to take her time and get me someone that looked healthy. I drove back home. 

In the afternoon, after bringing my kids back home, I called Rosemary.

“What can I do for you?” It was the first thing she said to me.

“I want to promise you that you will never know peace.”

“I am not afraid of you. We all have one head.”

“I have two but the second one is invincible.”

“Really?”

“Oh yes!”

Rosemary laughed. “We are going to share Jude.”

I laughed back. “This is just the beginning of your failure. You will beg me.”

“I will never do such a thing!”

I cut the call, the sound of her voice was annoying.

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The following day, I prepared breakfast for Jude and I sprinkled the drug into his meal. I knew he had an important meeting in the office. The more he ate his breakfast, the more my face brightened. He left and I waited patiently for him to come back home in the evening.

At 5:43pm, Jude came home and his eyes were very red.

“What happened?”

“I was an embarrassment today at the office.”

“Tell me what happened?”

“I was sleeping all through in the meeting I had in the office. I could not hold myself back.”

I wanted to laugh out loud but I could not. I did not want him to suspect me.

“I’m so sorry about that.” I said.

On his way to the room, his phone rang and he picked it.

When he exclaimed, then I knew something was wrong.

“What is it?” I asked after he dropped the call.

“Rosemary’s brother has been taken to the army barrack.”

“What did he do?”

“He assaulted an army officer.”

I hissed and walked away from him.
 
Jude kept on calling my name for me to turn my back but I faced the direction of the kitchen to get myself a chilled bottle of Heineken. This is only the beginning of Jude’s downfall. I cannot wait to plan with Tunde. I remain Modupe Lawson. I am the Unforgivable Housewife!!!

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9 comments:

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  2. I lovvvvveeeeeee...good job Carina
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  3. Intriguing.....

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  4. Nice one carina.

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  5. Thanks carina j.God bless you.

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