NO I DON’T CHEAT
Episode 1
I heard my children welcome my husband home and my heart skips a beat. I would have gone to also welcome him but my health won’t let me as I lay sick.
John walks into the bedroom and was surprised to see me still looking sick.
‘Sweetheart, are you still sick? He asked me with concern written all over his face
‘Yes, I don’t even understand what is wrong with me’
‘Then you need to visit the hospital, I will take you to see Doctor Craig tomorrow so that you would be tested and given the right treatment’
Going to the hospital was something I never wanted to do. My husband believed I am suffering from Malaria or typhoid but I know that I am with a child, something which he doesn’t want.
Most of you would be like there is no big deal in getting pregnant for one’s husband but to me getting pregnant again is a big deal. After the birth of our twins, John made it known to me that he is done with childbearing but I got pregnant again when my boys were five years old.
The house became hot when he got wind of the pregnancy. I thought he would get to accept the pregnancy as time goes on but he never did, instead, the matter escalated to the point which I could no longer control the outcome.
It took the intervention of my in-laws to settle the dispute. I later miscarried the pregnancy as a result of emotional stress. Now, I am six weeks pregnant again, how do I break the news to him?.
It’s not that my husband is a bad man probably the situation that led to our marriage made him an unbending being.
As I was told, my mother was a big-time pr0stitute who got pregnant for my father just to tie him to herself because he was one of the wealthiest men in town. When she informed my father about it, he rejected the pregnancy because he felt the pregnancy can’t be his since she was a pr0stitute and slept with a lot of men.
When she threatened to blackmail and drag his name in the mud, he had no choice but to accept the pregnancy. He got her accommodation and was responsible for her upkeep till she was delivered of a baby girl. After my birth, a DNA test was conducted on me.
When my Dad was sure I truly belong to him, he took total care of my mother, and i but sadly, my mother died when I was just five years old. Then, my Dad had no choice but to introduce me to his main family.
At first, my stepmother refused to accept me as she was disappointed. She never believed her husband could ever cheat on her but after much pleading, she finally accepted me.
Living with my stepmother and her three sons was hell as life was made unbearable for me. I was beaten at any slight provocation and was made to do chores which were higher than my age. Most times, I was made to go to bed without food.
Adapting to such kind of cruel lifestyle wasn’t easy but I learned how to live life despite the torture that was meted on me.
