MY WIFE IS A STRIPPER
CHAPTER FIVE
I heeded Cilia’s advice and worked diligently on my documents. I started dropping my CVs at various companies, hoping to land a job that would take me out of this mess. Being an IT guy, I knew I had the skills; I just needed the right opportunity to prove myself.
One evening, after a long day of job hunting, I returned home feeling exhausted yet hopeful. As I approached the front door, I noticed Patricia’s room door was slightly opened. My curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn’t resist taking a peek.
To my shock, Patricia was on a video call with someone, dressed in nothing but a towel that barely covered her body. Her phone was propped up on the table, angled perfectly to capture her every movement. I could hear snippets of the conversation, her voice soft and seductive as she asked the man on the other end to send her the 1 million francs he had promised.
My heart sank as I realized what was happening. The man responded, his tone demanding, asking her to send something he had been requesting for a while. Before I could fully grasp the situation, Patricia did something that made my stomach turn she let the towel slip from her body, exposing herself completely to the camera.
I stood there, paralyzed by shock and disbelief. My mind raced with questions who was this man? How long had this been going on? Was this the real Patricia, the woman my uncle speaks so highly of ?
In my shock, I accidentally nudged the door, causing it to creak open a bit wider. The sound startled Patricia, and she quickly grabbed the towel, wrapping it around herself as she looked around in panic.
I panicked too, realizing I had been caught. But before she could spot me, I turned and bolted out of the house, my heart p******g in my chest. I didn’t stop running until I reached Cilia’s compound. I found solace in the safety of her home, though she wasn’t there. I sat on her couch, my mind racing as I tried to process what I had just witnessed.
I felt a mix of anger, confusion, and betrayal. Was this why i had that dream? How many other secrets was she hiding from my uncle ? is she really a stripper? how can one woman be so deceitful for years? The more I thought about it, the more questions flooded my mind, each one more disturbing than the last.
I stayed at Cilia’s place until about 8 pm, waiting for the turmoil inside me to settle. When I finally returned home, the house was unnervingly quiet. Patricia was nowhere to be seen, and the atmosphere felt thick with unspoken tension. I wondered if she had gone out to meet that man? it was not until 11 pm that i heard the door opening. i knew it was her but i stayed in my room.
As I lay in bed that night, sleep eluded me. The image of Patricia throwing her towel on the floor kept replaying in my mind, haunting me. I knew that what I had seen was just the beginning. Patricia had secrets dark, twisted ones and whether I liked it or not, I was about to uncover them all.
I couldn’t believe my uncle had been going out to cast demons meanwhile the demon was living with him in the house sharing his food and bed.
TO BE CONTINUED.
