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"I was quite nervous to see my husband Nkem's car in our compound's garage by 11 am when I returned from the hospital where I went for a typhoid examination. The doctor advised me to be hospitalized for 24 hours to ensure I had enough bed rest, as I'm overworked and stressed. However, I couldn't relax or sleep. I attempted to understand why I was so emotionally agitated, but nothing surfaced. Unable to contain my nervousness, I had to ask one of the nurses to assist me in contacting the doctor. I shared my unusual sensation with him. The doctor reassured me that it's nothing serious, probably because I'm not accustomed to staying in the hospital. He was correct since I can't recall the last time I was admitted. I informed him that I needed to return home as I haven't been resting as prescribed. He prescribed some medication and discharged me, instructing me to ensure I rest adequately upon returning home, to which I agreed before departing the hospital for my house.
I speculated that perhaps the car's engine was malfunctioning, which is why he left it here and used another car, considering he has more than 5 cars in the garage. I was puzzled because he drove me to the hospital in this very car at 7 pm and mentioned he would go to work directly from there. Nevertheless, I didn't pay much attention, knowing full well that my husband is never around at night as he is a night owl. He leaves for work at 9 pm and returns at 4 am. I reached for the house key in the blue handbag I was carrying and attempted to open the door. I was perplexed as to whether I hadn't locked the door or if I had actually opened it. Then I recalled that it was my husband Nkem who left last, and indeed he can be quite forgetful at times.
The frustration of leaving my heavy mahogany door open while going out made me sigh. The only thing I could say to that is, 'thank Goodness my instincts prompted me to return home.' I entered my luxurious house and was greeted by the sense of elegance, with the gleaming marble floor as radiant as ever. I proceeded to my left, where a staircase leads upstairs. My house is typically as silent as a cemetery, as it is just my husband and me who reside here. We tied the knot over three months ago. My marriage isn't as glamorous as people might think, but it's not bad either. Getting hitched to a millionaire wasn't my aspiration, as I've always aimed to become a millionaire myself, but fate intervened, and here I am contemplating the tranquility of my home.
Suddenly, I heard a noise emanating from upstairs. I was initially fearful but summoned some courage. 'Come on, girl, this is your home,' I reassured myself, hastening my pace on the staircase, tiptoeing. The noise grew louder as I approached. My curiosity was piqued upon hearing a woman's voice groaning, wondering how she ended up there and what might be ailing her. I quickened my pace and exercised caution to see her first, as I wasn't entirely certain of her identity. I wasn't expecting any visitor, and my husband hasn't had any guests since we got married. Sometimes this concerns me, but I set it aside, eager to discover what was happening in my home."
"I grew even more frightened upon realizing that the sound was emanating from my husband and my bedroom. I hastened to the door, clutching the handle tightly, and focused intently to ascertain my fate. It sounded more like moaning than groaning, which made me very nervous. I paused for a moment, contemplating whether to open the door or hide in the secret chamber. Ultimately, I decided that hiding would be the best idea and released the door handle when I heard a man's voice from the same room. I listened attentively to determine where to go. Then the man began to moan with pleasure, saying, 'Yes, baby, I like it when you ride me like that.' At this point, it was obvious they are having sex, as I had been hearing rhythmic sounds like, Tatata but I just couldn't figure it out. I hurriedly went to get a knife for self defense. I swung open the double doors and stepped into my breathtaking kitchen, which was very spacious and well designed with an expensive marble countertop. I reached for the custom built knife block crafted from exquisite dark wood, wondering which one I could use without causing harm or killing anyone yet still defend myself. I searched through the high-quality chef knives; each blade glinted in the soft light. I gently picked the paring knife and tiptoed out, not caring if I left the door open at this point. I was very frightened because I didn't know how many people were in my house. I became terrified and began to panic within myself. I thought it would be a brilliant idea to call my husband and tell him what was going on at home, but then I remembered how he warned me the other day never to call him when he's at work. So I decided to face my fate alone, since my dad is far away and my husband told me even before we got married never to involve the police in anything that concerns his house. I couldn't help but cry at the multitude of rules at this point, as it felt like everything had just been dumped on me at once. Well, I'm a resilient person, so I can face whatever the outcome is. I called my husband, not caring about the consequences tomorrow, as my safety was all that mattered now. But it became even more terrifying as I heard his phone ringing from upstairs. This made me more courageous and desperate because I've always wanted to settle my doubts about him. I swiftly went upstairs to see things for myself. I opened the door rapidly with my left hand, holding the knife I had brought from the kitchen in my right hand.
I couldn't help but gasp in astonishment upon seeing my husband in our matrimonial bed with an unknown woman. They were both naked, the woman was rolling her waist on top of my husband, Nkem. The woman, who was obviously enjoying herself due to the sounds I had been hearing from outside, suddenly switched to a crying tone. 'I'm sorry, Ma, it's not what you think,' she pleaded, her hands clasped together as she knelt on my bed.
Nkem looked at me in bewilderment. 'What are you doing here? I thought the doctor said you needed some bed rest?'
His gesture and statement triggered my anger even more, as he showed no sign of remorse. 'Is that all you have to say?' was all I could ask, dumbfounded and puzzled at what I had just witnessed from a man I got married to just three months ago."
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