Chapter11
“You don’t have to make us breakfast dear.” My mother sighs.
“I am fine Ma, I feel normal doing these things.” I forced a smile, it felt so weird lying to my parents when my heart squeezed smaller day by day but I didn’t want people to stress about something that was not even their mistake.
“You go I’ll take care of these.” she patted my shoulder. I knocked on the door twice, we were living in my childhood and teenage years bedroom but I always respected her privacy. She mumbled a
faint come in and I entered with a bright smile, I had to put on some makeup so I could hide my red eyelids and puffy face from the uncontrollable crying I was doing these days.
“Hey Willy I made you your favourite Muffins,” I smiled widely.
“Thank you, mom.” She beamed, my beautiful girl was such an optimistic person she kept smiling
even in the hardest of times.
“What do we have here?” I picked up the flashy colourful Box on the table, written in the bold letters was Bracelet–making Kit and I gasped surprisingly.
“Grandpa got me that,” she chuckled gleefully.
“That explains the colourful band on his wrist,” I laughed. I helped her eat breakfast and we chatted about random things, I helped her take a bath, and into some comfy clothes, I took a quick shower and got dressed as well.
Now we were seated on the bed while I massaged her legs with the oil her doctor recommended. I washed and cleaned my hands and joined her in the bed.
“Willy, Mommy wants to talk to you about something.” I began, my heart drummed to life in a
wounding way.
How do you tell your daughter that you are getting a divorce and that you won’t live with her father anymore?
That family she loved so much was now broken.
How do you even explain something as horrible as cheating to her?
But keeping her in the dark was far worse.
“Mom,
I know you and Dad are getting a divorce.” She says sadly, hanging her head. I cupped my mouth, to stop the sob that might erupt, my heart even more if possible at her words, my worries rising.
“Hey,” I caressed her hair all while holding my tears, as my heart breaks.
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“How do you know?” I gently asked her, my voice wavering.
“I heard Uncle Theo and Uncle Seb talking about it.” She mumbles, the pain inside me hearing her talk about it is unexplainable.
I won’t be able to forget that Wilson put our daughter through this.
“I am sorry Willy, I didn’t want you to find out this way. “I apologised.
“Do you know why we are getting a divorce baby,” I questioned holding her close.
“Because Dad did cheat on you,” she says and my breath got knocked out of my lungs. I have to have a chat with my brothers to keep their voices low and never have such conversations around her without a warning or my permission. That explains why she slept without eating dinner last night.
As supportive as my family is, I couldn’t help but feel awful that my daughter had to find out about
this way.
“Baby, where did you hear that about? I asked hesitatingly. She pressed her lips in a thin line.
“Uncles said that too. That means when you’re unfair and when you lie right Mom?” She speaks up. I swear I could not be any more wounded than this. For the first time, It was hard for me to read her
and it was killing me.
“I am so sorry baby, I didn’t want you to find out like this.” I stammered.
“I love you, Mom.” She says and I hug her close to my chest and hold my cries back. “I love you too.” I kissed her head.
“I am so sorry baby, so sorry.” I apologised, continuously blinking my stinging eyes. Would it be my fault if I could not make amends and accept him back?
“It’s okay Mom,” she pulled back and wiped my tears, with a troubled expression clouding her face.
“I don’t hate you or Dad.” She professes, being more mature than her Father or Me maybe. She laid her head on my chest and told me she wanted me to be happy.
Am I robbing her of her happiness for my respect?
I hugged her close and saw that she had fallen asleep, it was her naptime anyway. Wilona had a habit of waking up at five in the morning and then sleeping for a few hours in the late moiig. I silently cried my heart out and cleaned up in the bathroom before walking out.
My mother was seated on the living room couch with Katrina by her side as they both peeled carrots. Before I could ask them why they were peeling carrots, a notification on my phone caught my attention.
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It was a video on my WhatsApp from an unknown number, I slid into the chats and paused, then clicked on it when I recognised Wilson’s blurry picture.
Then it dawned on me, that the horrifying truth and infidelity I’ve been pushed through was right in
front of me.
She kneeled and rubbed his thighs, but he didn’t stop her. Then she ran her hands on his chest, and he again didn’t stop her.
The only, minor protest was his trying to get up and she pushed him back unzipping him, and he let
her.
She wrapped her filthy mouth around him and he enjoyed it since he was fisting her hair.
His head was thrown back in pleasure his mouth open wide, he was moving along with her enjoying the acid he was spraying on our relationship.
Our love and marriage.
She pulled her fake tits out-
And the phone fell out of my grasp, I struggled to breathe constantly banging my chest. Not being able to handle the pressure I was under, I leaned on the wall for support and slid down.
“Leona,” Katrina gasped and rushed to my aid.
