MY WIFE IS A STRIPPER
CHAPTER TEN
I pleaded with my uncle to let me investigate the images and track the sender’s location. Reluctantly, he agreed, handing over his phone with a grim expression. The moment he left the room, I got to work, combing through every detail I could find. The messages from the unknown sender were relentless, each one more threatening than the last. The demand was clear: a huge sum of money, or the scandal would explode, taking down not only the elder but also my uncle’s entire reputation.
When I finally opened the image, my blood ran cold. The elder in the photo was unmistakable his face, usually so sensiere and composed, was contorted in a way that made me sick to my stomach. He was entangled with a woman, her face strategically hidden. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that the woman might be Patricia. After all, she was the only person in my uncle’s life who had earned his complete trust and admiration. If this was her, the betrayal would be devastating.
As I continued to analyze the image, trying to find any clue that would confirm my suspicion, the room’s tension thickened. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts how had Patricia gotten involved in something like this? And why would someone go to such lengths to expose her, dragging my uncle down with her?
Just as I was beginning to piece together a plan, the door to the living room burst open. My uncle stormed in, his face flushed with anger and disbelief. I had never seen him like this before his usual calm composure had been shattered, replaced by a man on the edge of rage.
“How can it be… What… How was I not?” he stammered, his voice trembling with a mix of confusion and fury. He paced back and forth, as if trying to make sense of something too terrible to comprehend.
“Uncle, what’s wrong?” I asked, my heart p******g in my chest. But he didn’t seem to hear me, lost in his own world of shock.
“My wife…,” he gasped, his hand clutching at his chest as though the very words were too painful to utter. “My wife… is a…” He struggled, his breath coming in shallow gasps, his face growing paler by the second.
I took a step toward him, panic rising in my throat. “Uncle, please, sit down! What’s happening?”
But he couldn’t stop his mind was too consumed by the horror of what he had just discovered. His eyes met mine, wide and filled with an emotion I couldn’t quite place if it was it fear, anger, or betrayal? Maybe it was all three, a terrible mix that threatened to break him.
“My wife… is a… stripper,” he finally managed to choke out, each word more difficult than the last. His voice cracked, and he gasped for air, his body trembling violently. The shock was too much for him to bear, and as the realization of his wife’s secret fully dawned on him, he collapsed.
“Uncle!” I screamed, rushing to his side as he crumpled to the floor, his breathing shallow and erratic. The room seemed to spin around me, the walls closing in as I frantically tried to keep him conscious.
His eyes fluttered, and he looked up at me one last time, his lips trying to form words that wouldn’t come. The betrayal had broken him, the weight of Patricia’s deceit more than his heart could handle. He tried to speak again, but all that came out was a strangled gasp, and then his body went limp in my arms.
The horror of what was happening hit me like a tidal wave. I screamed for help, my voice echoing through the house, but in that moment, I knew everything had changed. The secret was out, but it had come at a devastating price. My uncle’s trust, his love, his life all shattered in an instant by the woman he had devoted himself to.
The sound of footsteps thundered toward the room, but all I could focus on was my uncle’s pale face, the way his chest barely moved as he struggled to breathe. This was the moment everything unraveled, the moment I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
As my uncle lay there, on the edge of life and death, the truth hung in the air, unspoken yet undeniable. Patricia’s betrayal had destroyed him, and now it was up to me to decide what would happen next. But as my neighbors burst into our living room and I was pushed aside, one thought consumed me: How had it come to this? And how would I ever put the pieces back together?
But as they lifted his unconscious body onto a stretcher and wheeled him away, I realized with a sickening dread that the nightmare was just beginning. The game Patricia had played was far from over and I had no idea what she would do next.
The door to the ambulance slammed shut, and the sirens wailed as they sped off into the night, leaving me standing there, alone and terrified of what was to come. In that dark, suffocating silence, one thing was certain there was no going back. And the worst was yet to come.
TO BE CONTINUED
