My Girlfriend Wants to Take My Wife’s Place (Part 2)

If you haven’t read the first part of this story, here’s the link. Kindly read it before starting this one.

I went to see her one Saturday afternoon after I’d ghosted her for two weeks. I told her I was out of town, but she knew I was lying. When she finally saw me that afternoon, she asked, “Are you trying to leave me?” I answered, “What kind of question is that?” She said, “I knew you were in town. I followed your trail and realized you hadn’t gone anywhere, but you kept telling me you were out. Are you tired of me?”

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I wasn’t going to fall for her trick and confess, so I insisted I was out of town. She hugged me and didn’t want to let go. Soon, she brought food from the kitchen and served me. I told her I’d already eaten. She asked, “You came to my house and you’d already eaten? So who should eat this food?”

I was scared she might have put something in the food. She insisted I eat it, even if it was just a spoonful. “Don’t make me feel like I labored in the kitchen for nothing. I made it for you.”

I still didn’t want to eat, so she took the spoon, scooped some rice, and brought it to my lips. I said, “You eat this one, and I’ll eat the next spoonful.” She quickly put it in her mouth and started chewing. She brought the next one, and I took it. She said, “Wait… were you thinking I was going to poison you? Nooo, I love you too much to do that to you.”

I wasn’t even thinking about poison. I was scared she might have used a love potion to glue me to her. After eating, we talked. I told her if we could go back to how things used to be when we started, everything would be alright. “I see you love me, and I do too, but please consider my situation and respect what I have going on in my house. We’ll be fine.”

She was quiet. I urged her to say something. She told me, “You’ve worried me so much. How did you come into my life and make me love you this way? It’s not fair that I can’t have you all to myself, but I don’t blame you.”

We had a very passionate conversation that day, had a very good time together, and before I left, I asked for permission to go. She held my hand, led me to the door, and said goodbye. I knew I’d won. I’d been able to tame her, so things were going to be easy.

My wife was very close to labor, so I didn’t go far from her. Right after work, I rushed home. Humu and I had made a lot of plans, but I couldn’t fulfill them because I had to be home. One evening, she texted, “I’m at your door. Come out and let’s talk, or I’ll come inside.”

My heart started beating faster. I stepped out, looked over the wall, but didn’t see her. I asked, “Where are you standing?” She raised her hand and waved. She was indeed there. I rushed out of the gate and spoke softly, trying to calm her down. She was getting loud while I spoke gently: “Why won’t you pick up my calls? What did I do wrong?”

I had to promise I would see her on Saturday and even gave her my second phone as assurance before she left. I was angry with myself, but through it all, I didn’t blame her much. I had brought her into my life thinking she would give me peace.

One evening, while I was with her, I wondered why my wife hadn’t called. I checked my phone and saw seven missed calls from her. Her last call was about an hour ago. “Why didn’t I hear the phone ringing?” I asked myself. I checked, and my phone was on silent. I looked at Humu. She smiled. She had seen the call first and pressed the silent button.

I called back, but my wife didn’t pick up. I kept calling while heading home. On the way, my wife’s mother answered the phone. She said, “Your wife is here at the hospital. She’s in the delivery room.” By the time I got there, the baby was out, and she was sleeping. I stayed until she woke up. As soon as she saw my face, she turned away.

For over an hour, she did her best to avoid me. She would hear my voice and still pretend she didn’t. I said sorry. I said I was caught in traffic and my phone wasn’t close to me. I said my boss had kept me late because we had to meet a deadline. She knew I was lying, but what more could she say? To this day, she hasn’t forgiven me for not being there when she went into labor.

Right there at the hospital, I swore it was over between Humu and me. If I was going to be a father, I should have the courage to stand against anything that affected my family. The fact that she had put my phone on silent so I wouldn’t hear my wife’s call made my anger worse.

I saw her call and didn’t answer. She kept texting and asking, “Was your wife alright? I’m sorry about the phone thing. I forgot she was pregnant.”

I still didn’t give her any answer.

Maybe she was excessively worried that something might have happened and I was angry about it. I was also excessively worried that she would come to my place and put on a silly show, so while I was playing hard to get, I was also watching for any signs of desperation in her actions. She stopped calling for a week and then started again.

I texted, “You got what you wanted. Please leave me alone.”
“What happened?”
“Please talk to me. Did anything bad happen to your wife?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Just talk.”

Whatever I was doing was working, so I kept at it until she texted, “I’m always here. Whenever you’re ready, just let me know what I should do to make it right.”

A month later, she texted again, “Is that it? Would you treat me this way even if I killed your wife?”

I texted back, “You didn’t only kill her. You killed me too. Now she knows about us. Because of you, I can’t see my newborn child. I hope you’re happy now.”

She sent a long voice note pleading and swearing that she didn’t mean any harm, that she was ashamed of everything she did, and that it wouldn’t happen again, even in her next life.

I didn’t respond again until she stopped calling.

I knew I could lie. I was an actor in church when I was a boy, but I never knew I could invent such lies and put on a show like this just to pull away from something I shouldn’t have started in the first place. She left with regrets. She still thinks she hurt my wife in some way or damaged my marriage beyond repair. In the end, I was just grateful that she got off my back so I could concentrate on being a father and a husband.

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She was a witch, but sometimes I miss her. But because no one goes back to where they were nearly slaughtered, I’ve learned to stay in my lane and let sleeping dogs lie. Charle, it’s not worth it, but you can’t advise a cheating man until he meets his Humu.

—Divine   

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