They say everyone makes a mistake. They say experience is the best teacher but trust me, there are mistakes that could hold you captive forever and experience can also be the worst teacher.
My wife and I have been married for the past ten years but with every day that goes by, I die silently. Looking at us as a couple, you surely can’t help being jealous but if only you can see the skeletons hidden in the cupboard. When I met Loveth, I was just this naive young man trying to find his way through the university but the moment she came into my life, everything changed. I found love. I loved her whole heartedly. We got married six years afterwards and a new phase begun.. After our marriage, Loveth moved in but then she was the very busy type. She was barely at home due to the nature of her job.
I often got home before her so I did most of the cooking after night. Well it was nothing to me because I was just helping out my wife.
Then one day, I was promoted to the manger. It was a great joy but then my wife and I began to return at almost the-same time. Being the manager, I had tons of duties daily. Often times, I would have to also put up with road congestion, late at night. There was nobody to help out with the cooking anymore so dinners had to be late at night.
My wife had to change routine. She would wake up very early each day, make the day’s food and save it up in the refrigerator, then we warm and eat on return. Sometimes, she would prepare for more than a day and save it up. It was tiring and I didn’t like that I had to often eat
stale food. So I decided to talk to her about it one evening while we were on bed, exhausted. “Baby don’t you think we should get a house help?” I had ask. My wife stared at me surprised. “You want us to get one?” “Don’t you like the idea?” I asked back.
“You know how it is with these house helps.” She sighed. “Getting a good one is pretty difficult.” “We should give it a trial first.” I persuaded. She finally agreed and the search began. After much work of searching, we gave up. Then one day, she announced that her little sister would be coming in for the holidays. She was fourteen and had just finished her J.S.C.E, then decided to spend the holidays with
us. I agreed because her stay would be a great relief.
When she came over, she was quite grown up. The last time I had seen her, she was not all grown up like she was at that moment. One could barely believe that she was just fourteen and just like my wife, she was extremely beautiful. She stayed with us for a month and a few days. During her stay, she was of a great help. My wife stressed less and I no longer ate stale food. We ensured that we got her everything she needed.
Then her holidays was over and it was time to return. My wife was sad and talked to me about letting
her stay with us. It was a great idea so I gave in. Somehow, we persuaded my mother inlaw to let her live with us. And that was the greatest mistakes of our lives. If only we knew…. If only….
After we had persuaded my mother in law, my wife’s sister, Gift came to live with us.
She was still the sweet girl we all knew and nobody could ever think anything negative of her but like they say, the devil you know is always better than the angel you don’t know.
A year after she came in to live with us, one day, I had rushed down home late in the afternoon to get some crucial document when I noticed something strange.
There seemed to be a male visitor in the house.
The door was not locked so I got in.
The living room was empty, but there was noise coming from Gift’s bedroom.
I suddenly found myself being cautious as I almost tip toed to Gift’s bedroom.
The sight that behold me was one that I never expected.
Right in her bedroom, was a young man who would definitely not be older than twenty two, smooching her.
They jumped as I got in as both never expected me.
I was so disappointed that I threw my cell-phone at the young man who ran past me instantly.
Gift fell on her kneels sobbing and pleading.
I could not believe that an innocent teenage girl like her, could do that.
If only my wife and I spent more time at home, perhaps this would never have happened.
There was no doubt that the only reason she could have the effontry to let a man in the house on such a ground was because she thought she would never be caught, as my wife and I were known for late home coming.
As I made to move, she held my legs sobbing uncontrollably.
I was initially in a rush to get back to the office but I cared no more because I was pissed off already.
She kept pleading with me not to tell her sister.
“What were you thinking!” I yelled.
“Brother pleaseeeeeee!!!!! Please don’t tell sister! Ewo I’m dead!” She kept sobbing.
“Leave my legs!” I growled while trying to pull my legs away.
She held it tight even as I tired so hard to pull off.
“If you don’t leave me after the count of three!” I warned and counted. “One!! Two!!!”
Before I could make a third count, she loosened her grip and I pulled off, returning back to work.
On my way, I could not focus while driving.
My mind kept straying back to the whole incident.
What if that was not her first time?
What if I didn’t come home that afternoon?
What if there was more to her than my wife and I know about?
What if she was not the sweet innocent girl we all thought?
Too many questions perturbed my mind.
I suddenly found myself worried. Worried about the future.
I was so worried that I almost drove past my office.
The rest of the day at work was restless for me.
I made lots of errors as I was barely concentrating on anything I did.
I kept praying for the closing hours to draw nearer.
Just so I could rush home and talk to my wife about it all.
After what seemed like ages, the day was finally over.
I didn’t bother doing any of the extra duties.
I filed them all up for the next day and rushed down home.
When I got home, to my relief, my wife was back already.
She returned much more earlier than I did but something was wrong.
She was extremely worried.
Her sister was no where to be found…
When I returned home that evening, I met my wife in a very worried state.
“What’s wrong?” I had asked. “I can’t find Gift.” My wife replied extremely worried. “And it’s late already.” I knew instantly that Gift might have ran off as a result of the act she committed earlier.
I was so worried that I did not bother telling my wife about the incident that happened earlier. Besides I could not stand her being more worried than she already was. I took a quick glance at the time and noticed it was 10pm already. I was worried too but I told my wife to relax a little that Gift might have gone out on a purpose. It was unusual of Gift so my wife could not hold the worries. We began the search in the neighborhood but all to no avail. When we could not find her, we forced ourselves
back home and decided to report to the authorities by morning if she still did not return. The night was restless for both of us, as we kept tossing on the bed sleepless.
Early in the morning, we filed a missing report and continued our search. None of us went to work. My wife kept sobbing uncontrollably. What if something bad had actually happen to her? What if she gets hurt? What would we tell the family? Finally, we called home and told them about it. Everyone was worried..
Three days passed and Gift was still no where to be found. Sleep eluded us through the days. Rest became a thing of the past. Our lives became a story for others to tell. Who would save us?
On the fifth day, I got home in the evening earlier than my wife, to find Gift back home. I was so shocked that I froze for a few seconds. So many were the words to say but my lips failed me. I did not know whether to feel excited at her return or pissed off. “Where have you been?” I finally asked trying not to sound harsh. She kept mute. Just then, my wife returned. She was so excited that she almost carried her sister.
Looking at the excitement on my wife’s face, my heart melted and I suddenly became grateful that Gift returned. My wife threw multiple questions at her as she tried to find out what happened to her sister. “I was kidnapped on my way back from school.” Gift lied. I stunned! Was she not the one I had met at home before her disappearance? How could she confidently lie before me. I stood motionless as I watched her cook up a beautiful kidnap story. My wife kept shouting, “Hey! Ehhnnn!” all the while and thanking God for her safe return. I could not stand it anymore. I walked quietly into the bedroom disappointed. That night my wife noticed I wasn’t excited about Gift’s return.
She asked me about it and I lied that I was just exhausted. We called home and told them about her return. Everyone was excited about it and kept thanking God for saving her. That Sunday, my wife even shared the testimony in church. If only she knew the little devil she had as a
That was the end of my trust for Gift. I did not bother telling my wife about the incident anymore because I knew she would not believe me. I just became extremely cautious in my dealings with her and I began to monitor every of her move. All that was needed was just a proof to my wife that the little angel she knew was a devil. Everything went back to normal afterwards and there was no trace of misbehavior in Gift anymore until my wife became pregnant and a new trouble was birthed.
Something happened that changed our lives for worse.
Not quite long after the incident with Gift, my wife took in.
Months later, she delivered a baby boy and we were all so excited.
He was my pride.
The first to make me a father.
The whole house was filled up during the celebration and it was all about eating and drinking.
My mother inlaw stayed with us for some months before returning.
Everything was normal until my mother inlaw left.
Most of the responsibilities fell on Gift.
Although she was hardworking, I just could not place why I did not like her that much.
Maybe because of what happened in the past.
Our baby was growing rapidly.
Such that one would barely believe he was just a few months old.
Most of the times, Gift was carrying the baby.
One of the days, she had carried the baby into her bedroom while my wife and I were in the living room watching a movie.
After a while when I could not find Gift and my baby anymore, I stood up to go get the baby.
When I got to her room, I got in without knocking.
Behold, I found her breastfeeding the baby.
I was so mad at her that I nearly slapped her but she claimed that the baby was crying and she just needed to stop him from crying.
“Is the mother not in the living room? Why did you not take him to her!” I queried.
“You both are watching a movie and I don’t want to disturb you.” She replied. “If I had gone there now, you would have chased me.”
“Shut up and give me the baby!” I growled. “You’re growing wings already because you’ve started following little boys around.” I hissed as I took the baby and left for the living room.
When I got to the living room, I thought of telling my wife but I realized also that I was wrong when I got into the room without knocking.
What if she doesn’t believe me? I thought.
I was so angry that I did not even realize that I was fuming.
“What is wrong?” My wife asked as I approached.
“Don’t mind that Gift of a girl.” I replied.
“What did she do?” My wife asked.
I had a rethink and changed my mind.
“Baby was crying and she could not even bring him to us.”
My wife laughed.
“Don’t worry about that. She’s learning how to handle babies and preparing herself for motherhood.”
I sat next to her with no more words.
If only she knew better.
The fact that Gift and my son were mostly at home, made me uncomfortable.
What if she does more during the day when we’re both unavailable.
When my wife resumed work and Gift was mostly at home with our baby, I decided to always check up at home unexpectedly every afternoon.
I did not want anything negative happening to my child.
Unfortunately, my job got more hectic such that I did not even have the time to go home.
Until one of the afternoon after Gift rounded up her S.S.C.E and my son became three years of age.
I got home that afternoon and met Gift fondling his genitals.
The little boy who did not even know what she was doing, seemed to be enjoying it and kept doing everything she was instructing him to do.
I got so furious at her that I slapped her.
Although she was caught unaware, she did not seem moved by my anger.
“So this is what you always do when we’re not around!” I growled.
“You’re a witch! Your sister must know this today!”
She just kept mute despite all my yells.
I took my son and dropped him at a neighbour’s place.
This time around, I made up my mind to tell my wife about the little pervert of a sister.
I got back at work angry and waited patiently for closing hours.
When we finally closed, I rushed back home to tell my wife everything but then it was too late.
Gift had made her reports already.
She told my wife a totally different story.
I got home a little late at night excited to meet wife already back at home.
All I wanted to do was to tell her everything that happened.
To my surprise, my wife was not excited at my return.
She was worried and disappointed.
I tried to find out the reason but she said nothing until I told her that I was going to tell her something.
“There are things that has been happening without your notice that you really need to know.” I started but she responded before I could speak further.
“I know everything.”
I was shocked. “You know about them?”
She turned to me disappointed.
“Yes but what I can’t believe is why you’d choose a little girl as Gift.”
I was confused. I gaped as she continued.
“She’s just a baby and my sister at that. Why do you have to keep forcing yourself on her? You even had to take baby away from home.”
Those words stunned me.
“Force myself on Gift?” I gasped.
“I never forced myself on her.”
My wife shook her head.
“Of course she told me she’s been yielding but what choice does the poor girl have? You really disappointed me! Big time!”
Her voice was beginning to rise and I was beginning to lose my patience.
“I can’t believe you believe that brat!” I growled.
“That little devil has been committing havoc! Doing all sort of atrocity. Just this afternoon I caught her ____”
My wife cut in. “Doing what? Bathing with the bathroom door unlocked. Why didn’t you scold her! You just had to take advantage of the little girl!”
My head was almost aching.
She was not even giving me the chance to explain.
I stormed out of the room and went straight to Gift’s bedroom.
I dragged her out asking her to tell me what she told my wife before I kill her.
She just kept wailing and calling on my wife.
My wife ran out and held me asking me not to touch her sister.
Gift escaped my hold and ran outside attracting neighbours to the scene.
She kept telling anyone that cared to listen that I have been having sex with her each time my wife wasn’t around and that I want to kill her because she reported to my wife.
Some stupid neighbours who would believe any gossip started cursing me.
They even concurred and told my wife they often see me come by in the afternoon not knowing I was always coming for the little girl.
I got mad and chased Gift until I got hold of her again.
She wailed that she cried that would report to her mother.
My wife began to cry and plead with her not to do so.
When matters got worse, some men interfered.
Finally, Gift was taken away to a neighbour’s house, where she slept over.
I could not sleep that night and neither did my wife.
We quarrelled until we lost our voices and finally slept in different rooms.
The next morning, before I knew it my wife sent Gift back home and pleaded with her to tell no one about what happened.
Surprisedly, Gift kept mute about it all because nobody called from home to speak to us about it.
My wife and I did not speak to each other for months.
One would have thought the whole issue would die like that until my wife and I were called home months afterwards.
We were invited to a family meeting.
At home, we were told that Gift was pregnant and she claimed I was responsible.
I was shocked.
She even told them my wife was aware that I had been sleeping with her because she had reported to her.
I kept on swearing that I knew nothing about her pregnancy.
When my wife was asked if truly Gift reported such to her, she reluctantly agreed.
The people screamed that I had committed an abomination.
I could not even defend myself as I was not given the chance.
I was asked to marry her because I could not leave her like that.
I requested that we swore an oath.
My mother inlaw refuse that she would not let me drag her baby to the shrine.
Matters got worse but there was nothing I could do.
My wife and I separated as she could not bare the pains.
I would wake up in the middle of the night naked cursing.
I cursed that if I be innocent then Gift would go free.
I guess my tears were not forsaken.
Gift died during childbirth without telling anybody the truth about her pregnancy.
This left long lasting hatred between my mother inlaw and I as she still sees me as the murderer of her child.
Although my wife and I reunited years afterwards, the love disappeared.
We pretend to be the best couple outside but inside we don’t even sleep in a room.
With each day that goes by, I die silently.
I can’t bare the thought that my wife still sees me as a betrayal.
All this would not have been if I had spoken up from the very first day I caught Gift in the act. It all started with JUST one MISTAKE.
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