Happily "never" After

He had taken it too far this time around.
She had endured his emotional neglect, his constant yelling, his egocentric nature…he didn’t even compliment her anymore.

They argued constantly but  she didn’t think he would have an affair.

“Seven years of marriage, three lovely kids and Dele chooses to share our bed with another woman” she declaimed to herself as she stared at a copy of the chats she had found on his phone and emailed to herself.

He had carelessly left his phone on the dresser while he had his bath that morning and in it, lay her nightmare.
“Six years” she murmured again, and let the tears that stung her eyes flow freely.

That was a week ago.

Now lying in her bed,  she contemplated whether she should contact Jide.

Jide was the love of her life before she ever met Dele. He had understood her, believed in her, even in her darkest moments, and loved her selflessly.

Oh, and the way he touched her! she remembered dreamily.
But she had fallen out of love with him, and married Dele instead; her gorgeous articulate husband.

Her hands hesitated. She wasn’t sure if this was a good idea. But she wanted to feel wanted again, to be reassured of everything she seemed to be forgetting about herself lately, she needed to feel good, happy…she couldn’t even remember what that felt like anymore.

“Phew!!” she exhaled, running her hands through her hair.
She bit her lower lip and slid further into the bed. She glanced at Dele who was sleeping next to her, he looked so peaceful. “Probably dreaming of that whore,”  She thought with a deep frown.

She turned to her side, pulled the duvet over her head.

It was 11 pm on her phone.

She mentally pulled herself together and typed… “Hey Jide, it’s Funke… Hello?”

Her fingers clasped the phone, watching her screen as the message sent and she got a delivery report.

Her heart skipped.

Her screen light timed out.

Had she done the right thing? She wondered. What if he doesn’t reply?

Her heart grew worried and she bit her lip, nervously.

Deciding to cut her losses, she placed her phone next to her pillow and made to snuggle back under the sheets.

The phone beeped.

She hurriedly scooped it in her hands.

It was Jide.

He wrote:
I know. Hello beautiful…”

A wide grin spread across her lips. She shot a quick glance over her shoulders at Dele: he was still snoozing. Satisfied, she returned her gaze to her phone, and with a nervous smile, began to type Jide a reply.

The End.


7 thoughts on “Happily "never" After”

  1. So bcos of just one act of indiscretion by her husband she decided to go back to her ex? Without even first talking it over with her husband? The ex is not her husband today bcos she found someone better, Dele.


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