THE GREATEST BETRAYAL: My Kids Aren't Mine

Chapter One "Betrayal, they say is like stabbing someone you are supposed to be loyal to at the back. It stings like a scorpion's bite and hurts like a knife wound, this deadly sting often causes emotional and mental paralysis." This is a perfect description of what I'm going through, I feel like I'm lonely in a desert; everything seems gloomy and bleak, the horror of treachery taunts me and I'm consumed by the primal feelings of abandonment, rage, and loss. How do I explain this strange feeling? Who can understand this pathetic game life is playing with me? Is there anyone that can fathom my misery when everything I cared about the most in the past 10years suddenly becomes a source of sadness and excruciating heartache? Out of the blue, the most important people in my life turned strangers and the place I used to call home now turns a fremd abode. I'm in a state of despair everything seems blank and no single hope to hold onto, the woman I love has betrayed me. She has thrown my life into disarray and left me alone in a desolate land, I am fazed with probably the greatest betrayal ever to recover from. I feel like a knife had been thrust deep into my back and right now I can't say whether my hands couldn't reach the knife so I can remove it or maybe the strength to do so is simply lacking. My lawful wife whom I so much love has committee perfidy, I am broken, shattered, utterly dispirited, and currently phasing through a life-changing experience. How did I get here? I only wanted to get married, have beautiful offspring, enjoy my profession, help as many people as I can, and wholeheartedly serve God. My name is Daniel, a 36-year-old Civil Engineer, and a freelance writer. I reside in Lagos one of the most popular States in Nigeria, I got married to the woman of my dreams 7 years ago and we are blessed with two amazing boys. I still remember the purest joy that filled my heart when Rosebeth gave me my first seed six years ago, Richard was so sweet and would always clench onto my fingers every time I carried him. His arrival changed me in many ways; I could sense myself being emotionally attached to babies, it was like a new kind of consciousness was birthed in me and the new change was noticed by people that were close to me. I would always rush home to the little prince as he had this effect of perfection on me that no matter the burden I was feeling at that time, the moment I set my eyes on him and upon seeing the cutest smile ever my heart immediately be at peace and all worries gone. Rosebeth is a beauty goddess from Edo state, she's a testament to the claim that Edo girls are awesome creatures specially crafted and blessed with alluring outward appearance. She is 3 years younger than me but blessed with glowing and envious skin that makes her look younger than her age, I'm always happy whenever people seemed amazed at the point they realized she had given birth to the boys. Talking about the boys let me introduce you to my second baby boy, Benson (my prince charming), we celebrated his 3rd birthday in a grand style couple of weeks ago. It was one of the events that stay on people's lips for quite some time because of how glamorous it was, Ben had not only small kids of his age in attendance but also kids of all age brackets as well as adults that considered him as their godson; of course, our friends came around to celebrate with us. Now that you have met my family let me take you back a little, to my first family before I married Rosebeth. We were a family of 5; my Dad, mom, an elder brother, and a junior sister. Growing up was so much fun as we had full access to our parents, by full access I mean we could walk up to any one of them to talk, share opinions, and make decisions together. My Dad is a businessman, he ventured into many things back in the days; the man had about four cars distributed to people to use as cabs in the Lagos metropolis. If you are wondering how that works, it was and has always been a lucrative business here in Nigeria. Anyone can decide to buy a car with intention of using it as a cab, all you have to do is simply find someone that will drive it then you both agree on a fixed amount as returns; it might be daily or weekly. Growing up as I have said was all fun, we never lacked anything as we always rock the latest materials in vogue. My mom is a hard-working woman, very diligent, and a philanthropist. She's a believer, a Christian through and through, someone that understands and always teaches us the act of giving. Mama is also a business person, I wouldn't be precise if I should try to mention all the trades the woman had been involved in. Perhaps you are wondering if any of us tried taking that path, yes all of us are into one business or the other. I am a Civil Engineer by profession and a freelance writer but that doesn't stop me from venturing into the Clothing business, a flourishing Clothing line. It's safe to say the business gene from our parents is less dominant in me because my siblings are more business persons than I am. Our parents exhibited genuine love between them and it was evinced in us, as a young boy I always pray to have a home like theirs; a home where true love kills disputes, a home where the seed of conflict get thrown out before it could germinate, where the children are not scared of their parents and are given the freedom to express themselves at a young age. I know nothing is perfect but my parents' marriage is one I can point to as near perfect because there weren't many spaces for external influence.