NOT GUILTY?

Episode 1

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I have been married to this man for ten good years (a decade) and God knows how much I have tried to keep up with his cheating activities. I bet you asking yourself why I haven't left? It's because of my two kids, my two sons.

I would have left that bastard,my husband, when I found out about his current mistress but I had to think most importantly about my kids and what my parents would say concerning my failed marriage. I honestly didn't want my kids to grow up without their father. What kind of a mother would that make me? Moreover, Jason was 8 years old and Junior was 6. They loved their father and so did he. A good father? Oh he was but he just couldn't keep his thing inside his pants locked. I literally gave that man my everything; my body, my attention, my love and my heart but still, I wasn't good enough for him. Was I? Why would he cheat on me if I was the right woman for him? hmm?

I knew that he was cheating on me and didn't confront him about it. I didn't want to disrespect my husband.

Gone were the days, when I used to cry myself to sleep after seeing lipstick stains on his white shirts. When I used to read his sweet and romantic messages from his mistresses but one day, I woke up and shed the last tear. I had had enough of him and his promiscuous behavior.

I don't know and can't even remember when I last had a conversation with him. I wanted my husband back, the man I fell in love with but he was slowly shifting out of my life. Why did I get married to him in the first place? Because I was so damn deeply in love with him. We were the perfect couple. Most of our friends envied our relationship.

Oh! and did I tell you that I used to brag about him to my friends? Every time I met with my girls, I always talked about him. What a good man he was. The way he made me feel? I used to feel like I had just turned sweet 16 when I was with him. You know what; let's not talk about that imbecile of a husband anymore. I am done with him and tonight..I will make sure I teach him and his mistress an unforgettable lesson

I had tolerated his nonsense long enough and we once talked about it.

When I threatened to leave him, with my kids coming along with me, He begged me to stay and said that he would change. Well, guess what? He never changed, it now got worse.

This time around I had him followed. I didn't want to be the noisy kinda wife but like I said before, I had had enough and was fed up of him.

Tonight he was meeting his mistress at her house. I took my kids to my mother's place and kissed them goodbye. I had thought their father cared a lot about them but I was beginning to doubt. He didn't have any respect for me or did he give a damn about my feelings. It never mattered to him.

I hate the feeling of stalking someone or being obsessed with him. This was different, he was my husband and I had to save my marriage. I needed to turn bad just for an hour or so before coming back to my right senses. I reached her place at around 7pm and parked my car out front. I had done a little digging about her, his mistress. She was a student at Midlands State University. She was studying law and I just wondered if she knew that he was married. Anyway, who cares?, those side chicks, they are all the same..probably after money and everything. I walked slowly to the door. My husband is the one who bought the apartment for her (so I heard for my information). So you know what; I studied engineering and I was one of those people who knew how to open a locked door without having to use a key. You think I wasn't educated?

Absolutely, I was and even did my Masters.

It was a choice that I made to be a housewife, otherwise; I would have been in Canada or anywhere outside the country. I had everything but still he cheated on me, disrespecting me and my family. I was raised well by my parents after all..

I managed to open the door and it was quietly neat inside. Mind you, my husband's car was carefully packed outside. Meaning, he was in the house with her. I walked to the kitchen and put on my black gloves well, I took the knife and quickly took the stairs that led me to her bedroom. I could hear pleasurable mourns as I got closer to their door.

Since the two thought they were alone in the house, the door was widely opened. He was on top of her, making out as if his life depended on her.

I stood at the door watching and slowly my emotions were beginning to build up. I regretted walking inside, I should have never come. I felt betrayed, humiliation and disrespected. My heart couldn't withstand the hurt. It was so painful watching him having s*x with her. I clenched my left hand holding the knife so tightly.

He was about to c*m in her when that b***h saw me standing at the door.

Hmmm..... there's something brewing up.

what do you think will happen? can she survived it? who gets to say what? is there a justification?

leave your comments and let me know what you think.

Thanks for reading

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