I was married to my wife for three years and our union was blessed with a son on the first year of our marriage. My wife was actually three weeks pregnant before we got married but it wasn’t an issue, we loved each other dearly at the time and we both knew we were life partners.
My wife is an aspiring actress. I met her at the set of a movie when I had gone to pick up my friend who was a nollywood director. I was struck by her beauty and talent. I walked in when they were rounding up a scene and the passion with which she acted her part struck me. I asked my friend about her and he told me she was not famous yet but was on the right track, her kind of talent was rare.
To cut the story short, I collected her number from my friend and we soon became very close. I admired her ambition. I’ve always been into women who knew what they wanted in life and worked hard towards it. She was a bit upset when she found out she was pregnant for me, telling me how the pregnancy would put her budding career on hold for a while.
I managed to convince her, telling her I myself didn’t want plenty children, she could have the baby now and kick start her career, I wanted her to be successful too.
The first year of our marriage was blissful; we welcomed a bouncing baby boy. To ease the stress for her, we brought in a young girl who would help out with the baby and the house chores; in exchange we would pay for the girl’s university education. She is the daughter of my former neighbour where I lived when I was a bachelor. The mother had been very kind to me despite not having much. Chioma was a good girl but her widowed mother couldn’t afford to train her in school. When the issue of a help came up, I suggested chioma, I’ve been thinking of a way to help chioma’s mother to repay her for her kindness. I discussed it with my wife and she agreed. Chioma came to live with us.
Our live was perfect until she finished nursing the baby and decided it was time to start pursing her career once more. I encouraged her not knowing I was making a big mistake.
According to her, a director promised her a lead role in a cinema movie that had potentials to win AMAA awards, but she had to work on her talent more and build a brand around herself. I was happy for her.
But I noticed she started to stay out more, whenever I ask her, she would tell me she went to either a lunch or a dinner or a seminar to network with people. I was fine with that but as time went on, she started to change. She was always conscious of herself, what she wore her cream and soap, shoes, handbags, even the way she talked. I kept quiet.
She would travel and spend weeks and months in the name of shooting a movie or a documentary. She was hardly at home, I saw my wife mostly on social media, posting one thing or the other. Whenever she managed to come home, she hardly spent time with our son; she would only carry him to take pictures and then give him back to chioma.
I was getting depressed and very lonely and am not a very social person. Some nights I would sit in the kitchen with chioma and help her cook. We would talk about different things. She is smart and funny, I greatly appreciated her company.
All hell broke loose when one day I saw news about my wife on the internet about a cheating scandal. There were pictures of her with a man in a bar and they were seated very close to each other kissing. I almost went mad. Chioma asked me to calm down and call my director friend before jumping into conclusions. I followed her advice and called. I pleaded with my friend to tell me the truth, after much probing and begging, he finally opened up and told me my wife had been cheating on me for a while now but he didn’t want to tell me because it was almost a way of life in nollywood.
I was broken. She could have at least had the decency to tell me the truth. Chioma was by my side, consoling me. She held me close. I don’t know what came over me whether I was hurt or angry or in the spirit of revenge, i started kissing chioma. She pulled back immediately asking me what I was doing.
I immediately apologised and went inside my room and shut the door. After a while I heard a knock, I opened the door and it was chioma, she told me she knows how lonely I’ve been and understands what I must be going through, she was sorry my wife treated me that way. I nodded my head sadly.
I can’t remember which one of us made the move first but soon enough we were kissing and undressing each other.
The next morning, I felt no remorse for what I did. After all chioma has been more of a wife to me that my wife ever was. She took care of our baby, cleaned the house and took care of me too. I made up my mind and divorced my wife. I don’t mean her any harm; after all I know how important her career is to her, she is finally free to do what she wanted.
I married chioma officially in a quiet ceremony; she doesn’t have plans of leaving or cheating on me. I opened a super market for her when she finished school. She currently manages the store well. We have been happy ever since.