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😭😭😭😭 A FATHER'S PAIN EPISODES 8😭😭😭😭😭That was how I came to find myself in my wife’s lawyers’ chambers only to be told by him in the presence of my wife and his brother and in the presence of my lawyer that I was not the biological father of my two children, Peter and Pamela.For me, it was unthinkable that anyone would suggest that the two kids were not my children. Yes, it is claimed often that “only mothers know the real fathers of their children”. However, as far as I was concerned, I did not need even my wife to tell me Peter and Pamela were my children.Peter was my first born and was ten years old. Pamela was my second. Both children were the joy of my life. Determined to give them the best in life, I worked myself to death, sometimes coming home very late.When Peter was born, often, I would wake up in the night and spend time just staring at him as he sleeps. Seeing him peacefully asleep were some of my special moments. I would stare at him as if I had not seen him before. Sometimes, I would spend at least thirty minutes by him, praying for him. I would sometimes pray until tears came to my eyes.Often, at work, I will so much miss him that I rush home the moment I close in order to see him, hold him and cuddle him in my arms.I cried when he first learnt how to crawl. I cried again when I saw him take his first step. At weekends, I would spend time playing with him till tired, he would fall asleep.I cried again, shedding tears of joy the first day he went to school. He was very enthusiastic about it. I told myself, as I walk him to school, that my son was about to begin his journey to greatness.Then Pamela too was born. She was so cute and so adorable that once, one would think she is a doll. In fact at night, after her mother had fed her, I would cuddle her in my arms till she falls asleep.Pamela was a joy to behold and like her brother, grew rapidly. My wife and my children were the centre of my life. Sometimes, I took them to the beach to have fun. At other times, I would take the children to the playground and sit around to watch them play with other kids. I was determined to be a good father to them.I watched as our two children grew, moving from class to class in their school. And, they were brilliant too. Anytime any of them came first in class, I will take them either to London, New York, Paris or Johannesburg for holidays. This encouraged them to keep on doing well. Now, my wife had not only shattered the joy of the family but also had the temerity to tell me Peter and Pamela were not my biological children.Talking about my wife, Nora, I loved her with all my heart and did everything a husband should do to keep her comfortable and happy. She did not lack anything; she had two cars, had staggering amounts in her bank accounts and travelled at will to any country of her choice at my expense. She was the envy of her friends.When it came to bedroom matters, as far as I could tell, she was having more than enough of me. On the average, we made love twice a week. And, from all indications, my performance was more than she could bargain for. I sometimes leave her shaking all over, Once every year, she would organize a party for her friends. And, she never ceased to tell me how she appreciated all that I was doing for her. She often said I had made her the crown of her family.Nora and I ensured that we brought our children up according to Christian values. We attended church service every Sunday. My wife was a key member of the women’s fellowship while I was the treasurer in the men’s fellowship. Nora soon became a deaconess in our church. In spite of all these Christian values we imbibed into ourselves and our children, Nora had no qualms about cheating on me with my best-friend, staining the sanctity of our matrimonial bed. She was now adding insult to injury by telling me I was not the biological father of our children.Lying in bed, I reflected on how hard I had tried to make my family comfortable and happy. It was so unbelievable that Nora would, in spite of all the love I had shown her, was capable of opening her legs for another man. In fact, if somebody had come to tell me that my wife was cheating on me, I would have told the person he or she was a blatant liar. But, I had had caught her myself in the act with my own friend in my house and on my bed!I got up from bed and walked out of the room. All was quiet. It was drizzling outside. Hitherto, my house had been one full of activities and the laughter of children. Now, however, it was quiet.I walked up to the children’s room and opened the door. The beds of Peter and Pamela stood in the middle of the room. Their shoes were neatly arranged on the shoe rack. A story book lay on Peter’s bed while a huge teddy bear which Pamela always went to bed with lay sadly on her bed. My heart was heavy. I had strived to bring up a very happy family but my wife, through her infidelity, had shattered everything. Now, she wanted to ta

😭😭😭😭😭 A FATHER'S PAIN EPISODES 3 😭😭😭😭😭😭After about ten minutes, I managed to calm myself down. All around me, activities were going on. It was a typical market scene. Taking deep breaths, I drove away knowing very well my wife was hiding somewhere in the crowd, watching me.I drove back to Prof. Laryea’s chamber and found him and my lawyer standing in front of his building. Both lawyers looked worried. There was no sign of Nana Kweku. I guess he had come after me and his sister but lost us.“Paul, calm down! You have to calm down. What you did was reckless! Where is your wife?” my lawyer asked me, coming towards me. Prof. Laryea did not follow him but he too waited eagerly for my answer. Calmly, I told my lawyer my wife escaped. I saw Prof. Laryea sigh in relief.“Paul, you cannot take the law into your own hands. You could have gotten one of you or both of you killed or you may have killed somebody as you went chasing her. I understand your anger but you have to calm down. I am here to represent your interest and I can assure you that no one will take your children away from you” my lawyer said.I saw Prof. Laryea take out his cell phone and place a call to somebody. I guessed he was calling my estranged wife to find out if she was truly fine. While he was talking to my her, my lawyer took me aside and told me he had just managed to talk Prof. Laryea out of suing me for assault. I told my lawyer I would not be bothered.“Paul, you don’t get it. Why get yourself jailed? Do you think you would have access to your children once you have been jailed? Think well, man. Your wife’s claims will be put to scientific test and we shall all know the truth” my lawyer said.“What do you mean we shall all know the truth?” I asked him angrily. “I don’t need to undergo a test to prove that Peter and Pamela are my children. Or, is it that you too believe that my wife is telling the truth; that my children are not my biological children?” I asked angrily.“I am not saying your wife is telling the truth” my lawyer replied. “She is taking the matter to court. The court will order a DNA test. This will prove she is lying or not.”Of course, I knew about DNA tests. But I did not know what it had to do with me and my children. I told my lawyer I was not going to submit myself to any test to satisfy myself my children are my biological children.We left Prof. Laryea’s chamber a few minutes later. I returned home in a fit of anger and placed several calls to my wife but she would not answer. I sent text messages but she still would not reply. Since she moved out of her matrimonial home, I had been able to locate where she was living with our children.I could not believe that my wife will so cheat on me. Images of she and my best friend making love on our matrimonial bed as I walked into the room came to mind once again.“Unbelievable” I heard myself say after the umpteenth call to my wife went unanswered. I took off my dress, showered and then went to sit in my study to reflect on what had had happened so far.Thoughts of the Sunday I caught my wife cheating on me came to mind once again. She and our two children, Peter, aged 9 and Pamela, 5, had seen me off at the airport that evening. I was heading for the United States of America to attend a conference.At the airport, we spent time at the Landing Restaurant, eating and chatting. Then at 7:00pm, I kissed her and our two children good bye and then started going through the departure formalities. There was no need for them to wait to see my flight leave because unlike the days of yore, they would no longer see me once I enter the depature hall. Neither would they be in a position to see my plane take off. At about 7:45, I was through. At 9:00pm, I received a call from my wife to say she and the children had arrived home.As I sat among other passengers that evening, waiting to board our flight, I exchange romantic text messages as I always did with my wife. Finally, I bade her bye as we began to board the plane. I told her I would call her once I arrived in the U.S.We never took off because of bad weather. After about forty-five minutes, we were told the weather was so very bad that it would be dangerous for our plane to undertake the journey. As result, our pilot had been advised to abandon the trip. We were told we would leave the following evening.The airline had booked a hotel for all the passengers so they could spend the night there. But I chose to go back home and return the following day.I did not call my wife to tell her the trip could not come on because I reasoned she would be asleep by then, believing that I was airborne. So, I got a taxi to take me home.It was raining when I arrived home to find that the gate man was not on duty. That was strange. I paid the taxi driver off and carried my suitcase through the rain to the living room door. With my key, I opened the door gently and entered the living room. All seemed to be quiet; I guessed my wife and

I SOLD MY SOULEPISODE 1WRITER'S POVSandra a beautiful, curvy, tall and light skin 24years old girl who had her ND in marketing and also the first child of 3 faces life challenges at a very tender age but she has promised herself to make lemonade from her lemon.She lost her father at the age of 18 when she was about going to the university. She forgot about the plan of attaining a BSC and went for her National Diploma instead, since it will save she and her family from spending too much.She went through hell to finish her ND but she eventually did with a distinction. She graduated when she was twenty then her two siblings were already done with their SSCE.She started huzzling to makes ends meet for her family since their was no money and no family members who was willing to help. At first, she did her one year IT at a marketing company, hoping they will atleast retain her when she was done but they didn't.During her internship period, she was able to raise money for her siblings to obtain their jamb form. They did, wrote the exams and came out with flying colors.Her mum Mrs Maria Johnson wasn't helping the situation at all. She was constantly reminding Sandra that their hopes are on her. Matilda and Kelvin got admission into the university of jos. They're both twins but they don't look identical at all. They're 3years younger than Sandra.To cut the story short, Sandra was forced into prostituting since that was the only business that could bring food to their table and also see his siblings through school.***********************************************Matilda*Sis, we'll be going back to school next week.Okay. What and what do you need?Kelvin and I will be needing food stuffs,....You know what, just list down what you both need and give it to me.Okay.Sis.Yes???It's a new level and we need to pay our school fees.Okay. How much??Kelvin is paying 55k while mine is 45k.Hmmmmmm...Okay. Just go and do your list. I'll see to them.Okay. Thank you so much.You're welcome dear.*Sandra*Later in the evening, Matilda gave me the list of what they'll be needing for school and it all amounted to 60 thousand excluding their school fees each.Hmmmm, how will I get all this money now?? My customers are not paying verywell like before and the only person that use to give me plenty money has travelled out.*Phone ringing*...call from boss📞Hello Mama📞Sandra how are you??📞I'm okay Mama.📞Work dey o📞Ah Mama I dey ever ready. You know say ah be your loyal pikin📞Ah trust you. Oya begin dey come now.📞Ok mama. Make I sharperly arrange myself.📞 Oya na. No wahala.📞 Thank you ma.*Call ended*Chai this God no dey sleep o....make I rush go quick quick. I quickly select a ripped jean and a transparent shiffon top.Was done dressing up, I was about leaving the house when mum called.Sandra...Yes mum..Hope you've start gathering money for your siblings resumption. I'm trying mum.Better o. Abeg give me money, I need to go and make my hair.Hmmmm..hair you made 2weeks ago that have not spoil?Will you give me or not???" She frowned.Okay. How much??Two thousand.Okay. I reach for my bag and gave her 2k.Can I go now???Yes you can" she smiled.I just nodded my head and left.*Kelvin* (who have been listening to her mum and her sister's conversation)Mum this is not fair" I said angrily.What is not fair???You know sister Sandra doesn't have any responsible job she's doing, yet you allow her to shoulder all our responsibilities. As if that's not enough, you are always putting more pressure on her to continue using her body for us and your outrageous needs.You're very stupid for what you just said.Oh have you forgotten this irresponsible job of hers is what puts you and your sister in school and also feeds this house??Mum we know and we're not proud of it. Sister Sandra has done much more for this family more than you that is our mother." I said angrily.Kelvin MaGet out of my sight before I slap the hell out of you.Mum, I'll keep telling you this. Leave sister Sandra alone to live a normal life and probably get a responsible man to marry her. Stop pushing her more into this prostitution.I said leave my sight" she stood up to slap me but I ran out of her sight.I went inside my room very angry.Why is mum like this??Instead of her to use all the money she keeps getting from sister Sandra to start up something reasonable, she won't. She will rather squander it on making her hair and wearing expensive clothes.I can't just wait to finish school and make my sister put an end to all this life she's living.EPISODE 2*Sandra*I took a taxi to Mama's place. She's our supplier and also our mother in this business. She's a young lady. She's 32.Mama di mama...I hail you.Sandra baby how u dey na??Mama ah no fine o. Everywhere like this dey show red light.Hahahah no worry. This package wey I won give you so, na better pa

A FATHER'S PAIN EPISODE 2 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭I tightened my grip on him.My lawyer grabbed me from behind, trying to yank me away from his learned friend.But, my grip on Prof. Laryea was so tight that my lawyer’s effort was in vain.“Stop! You are killing me!” Prof. Laryea managed to scream out. I was so much red hot with anger that it did not dawn on me. I was choking him.“Paul! Stop it! You’ll kill the man!” I heard my lawyer scream. It was only then that I realized I was on the verge of committing murder. I quickly let go of the lawyer, who immediately sunk to his knees, clutching at his neck and coughing.I turned my attention towards my wife. She was visibly shaken by my anger; she obviously had never seen me in that state of anger in all the twelve years we had been married. I took a step towards her and asked what she meant in claiming my two children, Peter and Pamela, were not my biological children. His brother, Nana Kweku, immediately stepped in front of me, blocking my path to his sister, my wife. Before he knew what was happening, I had taken hold of him by his shirt and hurled him across the room.He landed on the ground. I turned my attention to my wife only to realize she was not there. I caught sight of her escaping through the door. She had kicked off her shoes to ensure she could run as fast as she could.I immediately dashed to the door. When I got there, she had reached the bottom of the stairs, about to step out of the building. I went down the stairs three at a time, got to the bottom, opened the door, and rushed out only to collide with the security man on duty.“ Hey! What is wrong with you?” he asked, grabbing me. I hit his hands away and ran past him before he could stop me. My wife was already getting into her car. I recognized it immediately. was too late to get her, so I dashed to my car parked nearby. By the time I got in, she was far away. Nevertheless, I went after her.My car surged forward as I stepped on the accelerator, speeding down the road. I was on time to see her about a hundred metres away, turning left at a junction. I stepped harder on the accelerator. The next five minutes saw my wife and me in a car chase, with me in hot pursuit.We both jumped traffic lights and sped over zebra crossings. I barely avoided knocking down two market women at a zebra crossing. I saw them in my rearview mirror, screaming obscenities after me as I sped away.Far ahead, I saw my wife also miss colliding with another vehicle. Finally, she headed for the central market square. By this time, I was only about forty metres behind her. My thoughts were all filled with the beating I would subject her to when I finally caught up with her.I had never touched her. I had never even contemplated or attempted beating her because I loved her so much. Further, I distasted people who beat women. However, on this day, I was ready to do my worst to her for telling me I was not the biological father of my children.She brought her car to a screeching halt at the car park in front of the market, got out, and flee into the market as I brought my car to a screeching halt beside hers. But I knew having dashed into the market, there was no way I could get her again. Firstly, it would be tantamount to looking for a needle in a hay stack with the kind of crowd that was in the market. Secondly, there was no way the crowd would look unconcerned while I beat her up. They may end up beating me..............to be continue, Arakunrin Aiye-gbogbon1 please like and comment

A FATHER'S PAIN EPISODE ONE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭I stared fixedly at Prof. Solomon Laryea, my wife’s lawyer. Perhaps I did not hear him well, I assured myself. I felt my lawyer’s hand on my arm, obviously trying to restrain me from overreacting.“Excuse me, sir. What did you just say?” I asked, still confident that I really did not hear the astute lawyer well when he made the fatal comment.He was a short and stout man with a rich amount of white beard. He must be above 60 years. That he was a brilliant lawyer goes without saying. He was well respected by his peers. It is well known that he had taught some of the judges who were currently on the bench at the Supreme Court.Prof. Laryea sat back in his chair, caresing his white beard as he stared back at me. Then he leaned forward slowly, with his hands on his oak-paneled desk, and then spoke.“I understand how you feel, Mr. Ofori-Mensah. But what I said is the truth. My client is ready for a DNA test at any health facility of your choice to prove her claim” he said.My wife sat by him with an expressionless face. Even then, her beauty was not in doubt. She had a nose that would make many a beauty contestant envy her. Her big romantic eyes stared at the lawyer as he spoke. She was ignoring me for obvious reasons. Seated behind her was her brother, Nana Kweku. He wore an expressionless look on his face.No one, looking at my wife even as she sat across the table from me, would imagine that she would cheat on me. First of all, she had the innocent look of an angel. If she were to be taking part in a movie about the life of Jesus Christ, Mary, the mother of Jesus, would have been the best role to cast her in. She really looked as innocent as Mary. Her beauty makes screen goddess Marilyn Monroe look ordinary.Secondly, she cheated on me in spite of all that I had done for her will surprise many.I never starved her sexually. And, when it came to material things, I had made her the envy of her friends. Yet, she went ahead to cheat on me with no other person than my bosom friend, Edwin. I had caught her in the act myself.“Excuse me, sir, I did not get what you said. Can you please repeat yourself once more” I asked, though his assertion that my wife was ready for a DNA meant I had heard exactly what he said.“Mr. Ofori-Mensah, my client here, your wife, says Peter and Pamela are not your biological children. As you know, only a mother can tell the real father of her child or children. Your wife says the biological father of the two children is another man he would name at the right time” Prof. Laryea repeated.The lawyer’s comments were like a hammer hammering at my heart. I began to tremble all over. I could feel my blood boiling inside me and my heart threatening to burst out of my chest.“How dare you tell me this nonsense!?How dare you tell me that Peter and Pamela are not my children!?” I said through clenched teeth, my anger boiling. Suddenly, I banged my fist with such ferocity on the desk that a flower vase on it tumbled and fell. So did a pen and some books.My wife got up and backed away in fright. I guess she had never seen me in that mood before. She had never seen me this angry. Her brother stepped protectively in front of her.“Calm down, Mr. Ofori-Mensah” Prof. Solomon Laryea said, getting up and taking a step back to ensure I will not reach him if I lash out at him. My lawyer held me to restrain me, but I knew no stopping.“You are a stupid man to call me here to tell me this crap! If you try such nonsense with me, you’ll regret it. If you try this nonsense with me, I’ll kill you! You hear me!” I screamed as I swiftly leaned across the table and grabbed the front of his suit, shaking him violently even before he realized I was going to grab him.......Arakunrin Aiye-gbogbon1 PLEASE LIKE AND COMMENTS