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Confessions of a Cheating Wife. (1)
It was not always bad. My marriage, I mean. I married a good man.
All I could feel were my legs vibrating.
The bed creaked. The headboards hit the wall in a noisy pattern, rhythmic to how I was being pounded.
It took months for Osas and I to plan this. The endless back and forth text messages since the first time we ran into each other on the elevator.
The nights when I would sit on the toilet seat sending messages and smiling. The surprise good morning texts via WhatsApp with a name saved as Vivienne. Osas was falling in love with me fast. I had spent several evenings at his place having dinner and chilling. He was my happy place. An escape from the madness in my current life.
Today, he decided to surprise me.
He showed up. He looked dapper. A chocolate brown suit, his black leather shoes. He dripped sophistication. I opened the door and let him in.
“You made it.” I said and planted a kiss on his lips.
“I have to my love.” He said and grabbed my slim waist. He looked into my eyes and smiled. “Did you cook anything I am starving?”
“I made some okra soup, it’s in the fridge. I can make you breakfast.”
