Trapped Part 6
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👫💞 Trapped Part Six:
“What are you doing here?” I asked smiling in spite of myself.
“My business partner is having an important meeting with your husband. I am o join them and I must apologize for my late coming I had other engagements, now what about you?”
“I’m on my way out. I just came to deliver some files, I’m just going home”
He looked at the silver watch on his hand and rocked himself on the balls of his feet.
“I would have loved to have dinner with you but I’m not sure your husband would approve—”
“No no no, we can have dinner he won’t mind” I said so quickly I felt ashamed at myself. He laughed throatily.
“Can you wait till when I’m done with the meeting then we can have dinner. It’s nothing formal, just two friends hanging out”
“That’s fine by me” I smiled so widely my cheeks began to sting.
“I must hurry now and please do wait for me” He said and with one last smile he spun on heels and disappeared into the elevator.
I rushed outside to inform the taxi driver that brought me to not bother waiting for me which he gladly did because he had been paid for a service he didn’t render completely.
I waited impatiently at a shed opposite the office building. I checked my appearance in the mirror countless of times. For some reason I felt this desire to look pretty, to look beautiful.
More than hour of waiting felt fulfilled when I saw him come out of the office building. I could see that he was looking for me, so I hurried over to him.
“Ah for a moment I thought you stood me up” he said with mock hurt.
He ushered me to his car and drove off.
He took me to Debonair Pizza hut. According to him he wanted somewhere less formal and I preferred it that way because I was laughing at his jokes like I had known him all my life.
At this point I forgot about Andre and Diane, I forgot about my situation and felt more human, more alive, it was a breath of fresh air.
He once asked about my children, my pain must have shown through my face because he immediately dismissed with another joke.
When we finished eating he drove me home and kept on apologizing for keeping me out of my husband’s house this late and hoped Andre wouldn’t be angry with him.
I wanted to tell him Andre wouldn’t care a bit if I was found dead in the gutter but I secretly hoped he would get jealous at least that would show that he still loved me.
Andre stopped at my gate but I still sat, dreading the moments I would enter my home that has become a prison. I took a deep breath and left the car.
“Wait can I have your number?” He asked after I stepped down. I smiled and told him I’d prefer to have his number which gave me instantly. He didn’t make me to promise I would call him because it sounded absurd to say that to ‘happy married woman’
I opened the door of my house and the first thing I received was a slap that bent my head forcefully to the side. When I looked up I saw it Diane that slapped me.
“You dare slap me?” I asked quietly, thinking of one thousand and ways to cause her pain.
“Ashawo who comes home by this time. You left my children alone without care an—”
I pounced on her like a lion on his prey and beat her senseless. She could insult me all she likes but slapping me is more than I could tolerate.
At that moment I forgot she was pregnant until I saw blood.
TO Be Continued
