Chapter15
Wilson
Talking to Wilona and explaining that I’d made a grave mistake, that had made her Mother angry with me was worse than getting hanged to death. Because of that, a few minutes and I’d be gone and done for. However, trying to find words, carefully selecting and making it a bare minimum error was killing me inside.
I wasn’t just a wife cheater, I am now a liar too. I’ve never felt so broken before, hearing her soft whimpers as she told me.
Dad, Mommy smiles for me but she cries when she thinks I am sleeping.
Why did you hurt her?
You aren’t in love with us anymore?
Every question felt like a poisoned arrow shooting through my chest, hitting the rock bottom of my soul. And not having my Leona by my side was only ten times worse than the pain. Anything that went shitty in my life I was able to get through it because of her.
Whether it was a field accident in high school, getting rejected from the University I wanted to attend or not getting my dream job as soon as I expected.
From financial to emotional and physical troubles, they were all easier for me because of her. Because she bore half of my pain, shared my anxieties and cared deeply about me, those suffering
didn’t feel as bad as it is.
This time though, this wasn’t a fate fuck up, this was me. All me. Letting a woman get in the zone that exclusively belonged to my Wife. Letting her touch me, a body that belonged to my wife. Letting everything else make me enough of a coward to stumble into cheating her.
Despite knowing, knowing, not understanding because God forbid I know Leo would never. But if she had cheated on me, I would have died from the pain. I can’t even understand what she’s going through. But I wish I did.
The only way I could make this better was to have her back home, close to me. So I could repent for my sins, lay out my apologies and earn her forgiveness at whatever time she saw fit. Since giving up on her and choosing a life far more horrible, and empty is no option.
I chose to fight with whatever was left, I would gather the pieces, clear the mess and rebuild our marriage. I will show her that was just a momentarily fuck up that would never happen again, even if I was dying and that was my only choice to live.
Despicable, I know. But I already feel like trash also walking around as one. Grown a a beard, messy
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hair, and stinking clothes because honestly, I don’t remember and can’t pull myself up to do these things. I’ve been walking around like a Zombie, thinking and doing things that would make my daughter and wife happy.
When I was in the middle of trimming the backyard and installing a big family–size swing. That witch shared a video of that horrific, God–awful night threatening.
Come back to me if you don’t want this to go viral Wilson, you’re wife is already divorcing you. Shall I just lend her this solid evidence for starters?
I had dropped the stuff I was holding and stumbled to the ground gasping for air as I broke down like a coward, emptying my stomach in the next few minutes. She planned this, she had fucking planned this all and I fell into the trap, I let her seduction go on thinking it was a Rich woman being herself, and ignored her to keep my dream job.
I was churning inside, on fire and drowning too while seeking something, anything to hold onto that would bring me back.
“I’m sorry, so sorry,” I tried hysterically apologising in vain.
Once I was done, I hobbled inside grabbing a water bottle and chugging it down. I grabbed my phone and made my way to the kitchen. She dared leave me a deadline for tomorrow if I didn’t What a psychotic manipulative bitch!
All night, I was wide awake not like any of these nights I was able to sleep, unless I passed out from the mental exhaustion I’d brought upon myself. Her threatening texts kept coming in, it was a private number, not the one she used.
I know where your wife works Wilson, or where She and your daughter are staying currently. She’s already paralysed you don’t want to add to the misery situation right?
I knew I had to be ready to face the consequences of my actions, but I’d be damned if I couldn’t protect my family. I am glad I didn’t let this madness of hers run loose by underestimating it.
First thing in the morning, I drove to the PI’s friends office who was working for me to gather any proof, from the tiniest to untraceable on Alenia. I am glad he didn’t mind if I paid him half the amount later. Hetoo agreed that my daughter’s treatment were more important.
And man did he find some dirty secrets that were enough to strike her back to where she deserves to
- be.
“I hope that’s enough,” he smirks leaning back on his chair.
“More than enough,” I hissed. Sadly I didn’t have time to congratulate or celebrate whatever victory this was.
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I wouldn’t straightforwardly get involved but anonymously have it sent to her Father and media, and doing that took me all afternoon. Later, I drove to the nearest police station and called Jerome with another lawyer from his firm. there too, showed them the video, as ashamed I was. The cops gave me accusing glares but chose to be professional at the same time I explained what had gone down and I was being blackmailed.
“No matter how much I hate what you did. This shit she had pulled is illegal. She’d be behind bars with hefty fines.” Jerome assured fiercely. “And that evidences her Father has and being an honest man he is, that would bring her down from her high.”
I don’t care what her Father does to her, she wasn’t just poisoning my life she was polluting the company too. The cops immediately accompanied me to arrest her. When the security stopped knew she would have been alerted of it, and if she was smart she would know that it was Me.
I didn’t choose and was also instructed not to be there, but I stood aside in the crowd, relishing her being taken into custody. For some reason, she scanned the crowd and she stared at me and then smirked wickedly. I didn’t give her the satisfaction of my reaction and climbed inside my car, driving back home. Feeling my head a tad bit clearer.
I need to see Leo, I need to tell her I’ve left the job and I’ve done what I should’ve done a long time ago, what was right and wouldn’t have cost me her. That night my phone tinged, and a screenshot from another private number, of that Video being sent to Leo was on my phone.
A voice note is attached.
“I told you, Wilson,” it was her I could recognise that evil voice in my nightmare.
I collapsed on the bed, my knees buckling as I grabbed Leo and Willy’s photo frame in my palms, sobbing, clutching it like a life–saving reason to my chest. Oh God, how Leo would have felt. I can’t imagine, I can’t measure I just can’t.
I stared at the new useless phone and didn’t dare call or text Leo. I knew what would come, I would see my death in her eyes in the form of pain I’ve caused her.
I cried until my eyes were swollen enough that my vision was blurry, cried until the tears tired out and until I had no energy to move.
I glimpse at myself in the mirror in front of the bed. Bloodshot eyes and dusty hair. I looked like a homeless person, a true homeless person who lost his home regardless of sitting inside his house, on his bed. Looked like a failure, a coward whose love was lost to one moment of infideli
A man who was once a Real Man?
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