They say heartbreak is the worst pain, but I think it’s fair play compared to betrayal.
My love, best friend and confident. I could trust JK with my life. I could overlook a casual affair as time goes on, but a constant reminder of his adultery packaged in what I had not been able to give him was a pain akin to no other.
It’s been three days of hell. Funny how the pain from my thought and speculation that there was someone else dulled to what I felt now.
My brain has not been able to process beyond the fact that JK had a child outside with someone else while we were married.
What game was destiny was playing on me? Okay, it had never bothered us the sex of our kids. We had two lovely daughters, and nowJK had a son to carry his name that was not borne by me.
Where did I go wrong? How did I get so careless that my husband was now in the league of those who had children outside wedlock?
I stole a look at him beside me on the plane back to Lagos.
We had not spoken since he dropped his bombshell.
Well, that will not be true. I was the one who has not talked to JK. He had been doing all the talking, but he could have been speaking to the statue of liberty or the statue of the three wise men in Lagos.
He begged, apologised and asked me to meet out any punishment I wanted, and he would gladly observe. He promised me heaven and earth, but I was far gone to care whatever he said.
There was no using crying over spilt milk. JK did commit a sacrilege to our marriage, and its effect will be in our lives forever.
I still did not know my next step. I was exhausted and still in shock.
My life and all I had built with JK had come crumbling down like a pack of cards.