The next two weeks of August passed quickly and without much happening. Chisom and I talked every other day. Sometimes we had short, routine phone calls, and other times I went home for dinner, or she came to my apartment, and we kept talking. She...
My first conscious thought on awakening was that my arms were empty. Afiya must have gotten up early and gone back to her room. I sighed to myself, but as I prepared to throw back the covers I heard a slight noise, and the bathroom door swung...
At work, I told Lanre everything happening between Chisom and I and asked him to tell Adaora. He laughed when I told him my stories about Anita driving Chisom crazy. I reminded him again not to let Chisom know that Anita was just a made-up character...
The next day was Saturday. For the first time in a while, I woke up without having a nightmare. I felt a bit lazy since I had missed my usual morning runs with Chisom, so I went for a run within the estate, did some sit-ups and push-ups, then took a...
When she arrived, I led her straight to the table. I had cooked spaghetti with a creamy beef sauce. I had thought about getting wine and flowers for the table but decided against it angrily. This wasn’t a date. So, I set out two basic place...
My heart was pounding as I drove away. I had to remind myself to slow down, breathe deeply, and not speed so I don’t ram into someone. I didn’t know where I was going or what I would do next. It almost made me laugh. “I have no idea what...
A little after eight, I knocked on the door. I thought it was a good way to show Chisom that I don’t live here anymore. She opened the door right away and gave me a shy smile. She still looked pale but had done her makeup nicely. My wife was a...
The next day dragged on. In the morning, I was exhausted and depressed; it was harder than ever even to fake any normalcy to Chisom. Fortunately, she had an early meeting and left right away, leaving me to breakfast and the newspaper on my own. At...
I realized I needed to keep acting like everything was fine with Chisom until I had solid proof she was cheating. Her recent lie about her panties showed she had no plan to admit anything. I’d have to confront her with the evidence directly...
I sat and thought for a while before going downstairs. How was I going to face her? I wasn’t ready to talk about her cheating; I needed to know more details. But I’m not good at lying, and Chisom can easily read my expressions. I have...
Here’s something to consider, even small events can change your life dramatically. For instance, if it hadn’t been our 10th wedding anniversary, Chisom and I would have been eating dinner at one of our usual favourite places, not at the...
