Post Covid-19 Extreme Stories

I had been madly in love with my husband for years.Being a daddy’s girl had taught me to want men,nor need them, because I never had any daddy issues to project or to exhibit, as my father was emotionally and financially presenting my life since childhood. I say that to say, I really married purely for love. In the first years of our marriage to my husband, my father was diagnosed with cancer. Anyways,my dad had been in remission for about 7 years and I was doing super well as an entrepreneur. His cancer returned aggressively in late 2014 and, as the eldest,with the most resources, I stepped up and left no stone unturned to help my dad fight this cancer. During the same time, my husband decided he wanted to specialise and those that know me will tell you I am not one to stand in anybody’s way. I supported his journey wholeheartedly even though I had expressed some concerns about the timing, as I was spending more time on the road with oncologists than actually working. Money was going out but very little was coming in.Anyways,in my quest to find the best medical attention for my dad who was deteriorating by the day, I ultimately ran out of funds and so began the journey from a private hospital to a public hospital. My husband was kind enough to facilitate the best medical professionals (being a medical professional himself).However, on the 7th August 2015, I lost my dad and we laid him to rest on the 15th of the same month. Now here comes the mother of all fuckups. My husband told me on the day of the funeral that he would have to leave for school(remember he went back to specialise)the next day.Being the good and supportive wife that I was,I spoke to my mom and left her still on the mattress to head back home to prepare for my husband’s departure for Sunday.He told me how much he hated leaving me in that state but this was all for our future.I reassured him I was going to be just fine coz by then we were doing quite well(I had 2 fulltime nannies) and besides,he had laid his beloved father in-law to rest with all the dignity one would expect from a son in-law. He was even part of the programme.My dad loved that man like a son.You’d sometimes think I was his daughter-in-law. That Sunday afternoon, my husband left for school. Now remember there was a funeral and he was on the programme,so everybody saw him speak.The money,as I was taking a bath, I received photos and videos from a distant relative asking ‘Hellen,is this not your husband?’ There was the love of my life, having candlelight dinner with a woman. That was clearly not me and they finished off the evening with a bowling game.I think I must have let out a scream and all I can remember is waking up in bed with my worried nannies hovering over me.I had dropped the fone in the bath as well with all the evidence on it. Luckily, my kids were in school so they were spared seeing me in that state.I think my dad’s spirit came out fighting so hard from that very moment because I pulled myself together and just sent a text to my husband telling him I was going to be out of reach since I had accidentally dropped my fone in the bath. Ever the caring soul, he told me not to worry, he would bring me the latest phone from where he was and he already missed me. I don’t know where I found the strength, but I did not say a word to him about this new development. Instead, I drove to the phone company and requested our itemised billing. I went through his statement and a certain number came up quite ‘strongly’.I then used my contacts to trace the owner and it led me to a lady that worked in Menlyn, for a particular network service provider.Armed with a name and surname, I asked trusted people around me to find her on social media (by then I had only one account which was just my i********:).I found the lady and on one of her posts she had him there but it was just his leg(I knew that boot) and I just felt my whole right side going numb. I did not know it then, but I had suffered a stroke. He was reliably informed by those around me, but since I had not confronted him, he assumed I was struggling with grief and promised to make his way home a day sooner.And true to his word, he had a beautiful state of the art cellphone for me, in a colour he knew I hated but insisted it was the ‘it’ colour( rose gold).I gave him an opportunity to come clean with me but he just dug a deeper hole for himself by lying more.I produced ALL the evidence I had collected.Her name,surname,where she lived,her baby son’s name and my itemised billing that showed how the calls were always over an hour long when he was away from her and how they were like a minute long whenever he was here in PTA(she was most probably asking him to bring something from the shops) and after that no calls or texts(because they were together) He’d be away from home for a week or 2 at a time and he’d say goodnight to me at 17h00 because the course was gruelling.Again,if you know me….you will understand why I never found it suspicious. It was over a 2 year period, but I never once expected him to do me like that. It took my dad dying to fight for me from the other side.I did not care much about the affair but going on a date and looking all happy in less than 48hrs of laying the man you called your dad to rest was just something I was not,still am not not,willing to forgive,