The Unfaithful Husband episode 9

Written by Henry Zibima

Episode 9

Jennifer’s POV

I couldn’t believe it!

Tears strolled down my cheeks as I looked from the pew at the back where I sat.

Their hands were cupped in each other as they walked down the aisle. My sight was blurry so I couldn’t identify the lady in the wedding gown.

They had gotten to the pulpit and were now looking into each other’s eyes.

“Do you — Femi take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

“Ye…”I was woken up by a the beeping of my alarm sound.

Phew! I had being dreaming all along.

But why would Femi want to get married to another woman? Is there any way I have failed as a wife? I asked myself.

Despite my busy schedule I’ve always being trying my best to manage the home, I even brought in my niece to live with us in order to cover for my shortcomings. So what could that dream signify? I had no answers, the only thing to do was to go to God in prayer. I said a short prayer and I with faith I believed that everything was settled.

I looked out my window, it was bright already; the golden rays of the sun gave a bright coloring to the clouds and meadows. The weather was exceedingly bright; a lovely way to kickstart a Saturday. I turned over and faced the other side of the bed; it was empty. Femi wasn’t around because of the project he said he was carrying out. I sat upright on my bed, stretched a little and finally managed to get up.

I really found it hard concentrating on whatever thing I was doing. Any slight event that happened kept giving me a flashback of the dream I had earlier this morning.

Over time I suspected that Femi was cheating on me. Since he started sleeping outside the home in the facade of one conference, or one business meeting or the other. Especially when he began to deny me s*x.

A lot of events took place that made me very suspicious. I suspected that he was having extramarital affairs especially with one of his students who just graduated from the University where he worked. Her name was Adamolekun Sonia Eniola. You may be wondering how I got to know her, well I had received a lot of reports from friends that my husband was always posting pictures of her and sometimes the both of them together on his WhatsApp status. I had never seen it first-hand so I decided to not jump into conclusions. It appeared Femi had restricted me from viewing his status and that made me more suspicious.

But what struck me the most was when I saw a fertility test result he carried out with the so-called Sonia in his drawer. Surprise was an understatement for what I felt. Why would my husband take his student to the hospital for a pregnancy test. Were they planning on having a baby or what? I needed answers, I needed to speak with my husband.

When Femi finally came back home from another “academic function.” I made up my mind to get to the root of whatever was going on. As soon as he entered the room, I held the test results in the air for him to see. Once he recognized it, his countenance changed. Fear gripped him and he was overwhelmed with shock. He tried to act normal and pretended like he wasn’t surprised.

“Jennifer what are you doing with that paper?”

“Femi you went to run a pregnancy test with your student! Who is she?”

He kept quiet like a mouse as if thinking of what next to say.

“Femi who is Sonia??”

“I don’t understand why you would be asking such baseless questions. How many times do I have to tell you that Sonia is one of the brightest students in my department and because of that I naturally became close to her”

“Is that enough reason to follow her to carry out a pregnancy test??”

“Of course, yes; it is enough reason. She wanted to run a pregnancy test so I decided to accompany her in order to quicken the process”

“Hmm… I hope so”

I said trying to convince myself into believing him. Despite his excuses I wrote down her full name and even went further to search for her on Facebook. I got to discover that she had two facebook accounts; one of which the last post dated to about eight years ago while the other appeared to be her current functional account. Maybe she had lost access to it.

As I scrolled through her timeline I couldn’t even figure anything special about her that would make my husband attracted to her. I even saw a picture of her where she was pregnant.

So my suspicion immediately proved ephemeral like a fly that only lives for a day. I dismissed the thought of Femi cheating on me but the dream I had still recreated my fears and sent chills down my spine.

Although I wasn’t certain if my husband was cheating on me I always prayed that God would help him to remain faithful.

Amid thoughts, a phone call came tearing the quietness and serenity of the environment. Femi was the one calling, I can say without exaggeration that I had called him more than five times the previous night; none of which he picked.

“Hello” I said in a downcast tone

“Honey good morning” he replied.

“Morning, I’ve being calling since last night but you didn’t respond to my calls nor my WhatsApp messages”

“My dear I’m very sorry, I’ve being busy ever since. No spare time to even do anything, it’s being work all through”

“Okay then… It’s alright”

“Yeah, even now that I’m calling it’s in regards to the project. I need a very important document as soon as possible, I forgot to take it with me when I was leaving. So I don’t really know but the only way out here is for someone; maybe Esther, to bring it to me”

“Which document are you referring to?” I asked.

“It’s in my briefcase, it’s already packaged in an envelope. So you’ll just send Esther to bring it to me at Oben junction”

“Alright” I answered

“But I’ll have to send your son cos Esther is busy with some chores” I said

“Jenny… Just send her! I’m waiting. She’ll be more careful and cautious with it. And tell her to hurry up, I need it urgently!” Femi said as he abruptly ended the call.

I called Esther, gave her the envelope containing the documents and instructed her on what to do.

But as soon as she left, I began to feel weird on the inside, a strange feeling encompassed me. I started feeling like something was not right somewhere…

Frank’s POV

As Esther left the house, I knew very well where she was going to. I had not spoken to her since last night and I don’t know what she has in mind to do. I contemplated telling my mom what was going on behind her back? But it could be that Esther had a plan, she can can decide not to go to the hotel or even refused entering the room. There are many ways she can avoid seeing my dad. I decided to wait, if she stays for too long then I’ll uncover the truth in the open.

Esther’s POV

I knocked softly on the door and uncle Femi opened. He smiled as soon he saw me in a somewhat diabolical looking manner.

“I’d almost concluded that you won’t be coming anymore”

“Did my wife ask you anything?” He inquired.

“No, why would she?” I asked rhetorically.

“Ok that’s good, now let’s get to the business of the day. First of I need you to massage my back like you usually do. Just open the first drawer, you’ll see the oil lotion. That’s what you’ll use” Femi said as he lay face down on the bed almost unclad with only a pair of boxers.

Sluggishly, I brought out the oil lotion. As I got to the bed, I noticed goosebumps all over his back. Which signified that he was desperately anticipating my touch.

I massaged and massaged and massaged; then after he felt he was satisfied, uncle Femi finally spoke.

“It’s not only my back you’ll massage today. You’ll also massage that area, I’m sure you know what I’m saying” he said smiling.

“Which area do you mean?” I asked

“Ah ah, c’mon stop that joke nau. Don’t pretend like you don’t know why we’re here”

“Sir I’m here because of the phone you promised me”

“Esther” uncle Femi said sitting upright.

“The phone is not a problem, let’s just do this thing quickly.”

“Sir I don’t know what you’re talking about” I said pretending to be naive.

“Haba! Nawa for you o. Let me touch you, I want to feel you, I want to spank your @ss and bite your t!ps and cuddle you in my arms” Uncle Femi said

His hands were now on my laps and he had slowly started moving them upwards.

“Sir I can’t do that o, you’re my Aunty’s husband!!”

“And so? No one would know about it” he said letting out a seduct!ve smile.

“Sir I can’t, it’s not right”

“Didn’t you know that before you came here, it’s now that you’re here that you want to turn me down. See, I need you now more than ever, my heart yearns for you like the deer yearns for water. I know you’re scared probably because you’re a virgin but you have to trust me. I’ll go very easy on you. Afterwards, you’ll even begin to enjoy it” he said trying to convince me.

“Even if, I can’t have s*x with you. It’s not right”

“Look I’m ready to buy you the phone and any other thing you want, just accept my humble request.

I love you, I love so much and that’s why I want us to do this”

“Sir I can’t! I can’t! I’m sorry but I can’t!”

He wasn’t relenting, he must have used all the tricks in the box as frustration filled his face.

But just when I thought he had given up; the devil in him rose like a flood. Uncle Femi started putting his hands under my gown. He tried raising my gown up but I withstood him.

His hands were now concentrated on my b00bs in what had now turned out to be a struggle.

“Sir please, stop this! It’s not right. Ahh… you’re hurting me”

It seemed like my words became deaf to him, he hands had unhooked my bra from within my gown. He used one of his hands to restrain me while the other was fondling my br€ast.

While I screamed in pains, uncle Femi m0aned in immense pleasure.

“Is this how I’m going to lose my virg!nity?” I asked myself

I’m I really going to get r@ped by my uncle due to my stupidity. Is this really going to be the end?


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