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I watched my husband struggle to breathe and for the first time in years I didn’t pity him at all.
I went closer to where he was lying down beneath the kitchen slab where I usually cut vegetables while making his favorite meal with anticipation of having him home but there was was no joy in my heart , all I felt was an anger and a rage that the joy of having him home can never measure up to .the love that had once lived inside me had turned into nothing but rage and fear . I tried to stand straight and watch him clearly but I was losing my gait and my vision was blurry . I watched blood drip down my hands as I struggled in pain. I moved closer determined that today should probably be the end of our story . I picked up the knife again from his grip and stabbed him again on his shoulder but couldn’t go too deep as my strength was failing me . I staggered down to my knees and noticed him blinking and murmuring soft words that I couldn’t hear , words that are more softer than the words I have heard for the past two years of my marriage. I couldn’t keep up on my knees as there was no strength left in my body to carry me . So I fell down and lay beside him . The kitchen was full of blood which was a mixture of both our blood and our clothes were soaked , I couldn’t think of anything but all I knew was that this was the end of us , end of our marriage and the end to my suffering and sham of a marriage . My husband may have wanted me dead for so long which was why he beat me almost all the time and today must have been the most determined day which was why he strangled my neck while I was making dinner for him and also why he attacked me . I just lay down there waiting for my time to come until I suddenly felt him holding my hands softly just like the first day we held hands . “I’m really sorry “ he uttered softly in between gasps and hardened breaths. I opened my eyes slowly and looked at him wondering whether there was hope in his eyes , but what I found was confusing , I wondered if it was regret or fear , seeing how blood was all over his face and how he struggled “ what was so scary about him now that made me fear him all the time “ Was the Universe aware this would happen when we made our vows four years ago ? These were the thoughts going through my head until I finally couldn’t hear or feel myself. It was 7:pm when I started making dinner. I had just received a text message from my husband who hasn’t been home for two days . “ I want to have baked salmon with asparagus and potatoes in the next two hours “ Seeing this text with no explanation about where he had been or why he couldn’t pick or return my calls I had to quickly rush to get dinner ready especially since he was specific about it. I decided to use today as one of my experiment days on my Lessons from my therapist and social media on how the way to change a man was through good foods . I have always doubted that analogy because I was a chef and an international one so my husband was never deprived of food before but I have never been able to change him . My sister had called me while I was cooking and we were happily talking about how her boyfriend had proposed to her . When I heard about it I wasn’t happy because marriage had become something I wouldn’t advise girls or ladies to aspire to , even if they should get married there was need for proper check or screening if I should say . I got carried away with the call because I was looking for a better way not to turn my younger sister into a marriage antagonist and at the same time not let her walk into a frozen field where seeds of peace , happiness and freedom would never grow . Suddenly my husband walked into the kitchen which startled me since I didn’t notice his car driving into the compound or him walking through the kitchen door . “Are you done? “ he asked with his usual strong countenance. “I’m still on it “ I answered, trying so hard not to let my anger show and trying to seem unbothered about what he chose to do with his life and time . Suddenly I noticed a silhouette reflecting in the kitchen and I looked up to see a lady standing in front of the door dressed in bum shorts and a tank top , my countenance changed immediately. “ So this was the reason you were away for two days “ I asked him, trying so hard not to be the kind of wife who crashed out all the time . “Ask her to hurry up, your baby wants homemade food exactly the way she makes it “the girl said in a flirtatious way .That was when I remembered where I had seen her before , my husband had been with many girls and I had to stop counting for my sanity sake . She was Amelia the girl I had seen in his office when I visited him with a lunch I made for him after I created a new recipe . “ drop the godd damn phone and hurry up with the cooking “ he shouted and I could feel the anger in his voice . I dropped my phone on the slab and prayed my sister didn’t notice what just happened . How could a man be controlled by every other woman but his wife ? I wondered what I was in my marriage other than a tool that could be moved and ordered around whenever. “ Hello Cassie are you okay “ my sister’s voice came through on the phone and I picked it up again to assure her everything was okay and I could handle it then suddenly my husband quickly collected the phone and smashed it against the wall and that was when I couldn’t take it anymore. I quickly poured the dish I was making into the sink and turned around facing him, calling him all the things he had been doing since we got married , he was a cheat ! An abuser and a chronic liar and also the worst man ever to exist and I guess those words bruised his ego because he suddenly grabbed my neck trying to choke me as he did all the time and instead of struggling and begging him to have mercy on me i simply leaned closer allowing him to choke me to death because earlier that day after collecting my test result from the hospital I knew there was no need to be alive anymore, in between my pains and wish to be dead I knew that I shouldn’t be the only one gone , he needed to be dead too because he was the actor who ruined my life and gave me a sexually transmitted disease.My Meeting with Thelma lasted for Hours , because it seemed like the more we talked the more she perceived me as someone who had suddenly become cynical about marriage but that was far from it , marriage is a good thing but it should be with the right person , I was giving my opinions because I knew Willian’s so well . I needed to make her understand that the term “ marriage “ gives more room for couples to have higher expectations, and many chances to learn so many things about each other that may not have been noticed before .In the course of my marriage I wasn’t the strong woman who never cried or broke down because of a man , it was actually the opposite, the difference was how I carried myself and covered my pains and stress in a different way . Being married to a cheating husband was exhausting. Somehow, I was always the one who felt ashamed of his actions. I worried about what people thought of me, whether they pitied me, and whether they secretly laughed at me for being the
It was a new day in my life as a divorcee who is trying so hard to achieve a lot of things that I would never have achieved as Nate Macdonald's wife.My hangout out with Thelma was scheduled to be by 1:pm and I was already sitting at our usual spot , the same Bistrow cafe that never gets old , Bistrow carries a lot of our memories but that’s not the best part , they make the best velvet cakes for us and for years it’s been our go-to . My instinct had told me earlier that Thelma would always be that type of friend who would claim to be held by traffic on her way to a meeting while she’s probably still at home trying to pick an outfit so I decided to arrive at the venue by 2:pm . It's 2:10 pm and Thelma was nowhere in sight but it didn’t surprise me but I kept looking at my watch anticipating her arrival soon . I sat by the window, sipping my coffee while scrolling through my phone, when I noticed a group of ladies at the far end of the cafe stealing glances at me. They kept whisperin
As a free woman , I am in the best position to be an activist for women’s rights , but before going fully into that , I wanted to increase my restaurant,when I was still married , I had less time to go to my restaurant and most of the time I avoided going there whenever I had a wound from my husbands beating or whenever I was emotionally down . Other days I spent my hours there , trying new recipes and overseeing the affairs of the management. I never had the opportunity to dream bigger about it , and even when brands called for deals I was mostly tied down by marriage affairs . It was around 11:am when I finally figured out what my starting point should be , so I set my camera ,tapped the record button, took a deep breath, and forced a small smile."Hello, everyone. It's been a really long time.but I paused, glancing at the screen before continuing."I know a lot of you have been asking questions about my marriage, especially since the news of my divorce became public. Some of you
I have learnt that the life I want for myself doesn’t exist yet , it can only exist if I’m able to create it and from this day on , I will start creating it , designing it and building it in a way that it best suits my taste , now I'm no longer a victim of men and their polygamous nature but a survivor who tells their stories .few weeks back i was a victim who mourned about lives challenges , life was giving me lemons and I was making nothing out of it , but now I’m currently on a journey of making lemonades out of life’s lemons .It was around 12 noon on a Friday , I had drafted the event I wanted for the day but the first thing on my list was going to see Nate Macdonald's to get my divorce papers signed , though I was mentally and physically free , I wanted to be legally and morally free from him though he had scarred me for life , I wanted to see him personally, I was going to look fucking hot while at it .I stood in front of the mirror for almost thirty minutes, studying the wom
I woke up with an aching head , slowly opened my eyes and realized I was in a hospital, immediately my sister screamed “ She is Awake !!” I turned and saw her, she moved towards me and hugged me so tight that I started feeling so much pain from the soreness of my body .“ It hurts “ I said with my voice muffled while I still tried to figure out what was going on I looked around the hospital room and immediately knew it was Elijah’s hospital, .Then slowly it dawned on me that I wasn’t back in time - on my wedding night , I was at the present day , the day I had fought and stabbed my husband.seeing how there were food items , clothes and extra mattress I knew I had been there for more than two days .My sister told me how she called me severally after I got off from the phone but he couldn’t reach me , she rushed over to my house and then found a lady in the house who had just called an ambulance, thankfully my husband and I were still breathing , she decided to take us to Elijah’s
I had imagined my wedding night would be nothing but blissful, I have had day- dreams about the day I will have sex for the first time and most importantly the day the love of my life would make love to me , especially as married couples.It was around 9pm that day , The dinner party had finally come to an end.After hours of laughter, champagne, music, and endless congratulations, my husband and I finally stepped out of the grand hotel, hand in hand. The night air felt cool against my skin as we made our way toward the sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom waiting for us outside.He opened the door for me, and I slipped into the back seat, lifting the hem of my wedding dress carefully. A few seconds later, he joined me, and the car pulled smoothly into the night.I rested my head against his shoulder as the city lights passed outside the window. For the first time all day, there were no cameras, no guests, no music, and no voices calling our names.When we finally arrived at our apartment,







