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Chapter 2: The Message That Changed Everything
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2026-06-04 18:19:12Patricia stared at the glowing phone screen.
The message refused to disappear.
I miss you
Then the second one.
When will you tell your wife the truth?
Outside, thunder rolled across the skies of Nakuru, shaking the windows of the small house.
Her hands trembled.
No.
There had to be an explanation.
Alex wasn't perfect, but he couldn't be cheating.
Could he?
For eight years, Patricia had defended him against everyone.
Against her mother.
Against her sister Alison.
Against her friends.
Against the neighbors who whispered that Alex was becoming irresponsible.
She had always stood beside him.
Now, for the first time, doubt entered her heart.
The phone vibrated again.
Another message.
This time from the same number.
"You promised you'd leave her before the end of the month."
Patricia's breath caught.
Leave her?
Her stomach tightened painfully.
The room suddenly felt smaller.
The walls seemed to close around her.
She slowly lowered herself onto the sofa before her legs gave way completely.
Her mind raced through hundreds of memories.
The late nights.
The secretive phone calls.
The unexplained absences.
The sudden interest in his appearance.
The expensive cologne he recently bought despite their financial struggles.
Had the signs always been there?
Had she simply refused to see them?
The front door of the children's room creaked open.
"Mum?"
Glen stood in the doorway.
Patricia immediately locked the phone screen.
"Yes?"
The boy walked closer.
His face was full of concern.
"Daddy left angry again."
She forced a smile.
"He'll be back."
"When?"
"I don't know."
The boy lowered his eyes.
Patricia's heart broke.
Children should never have to worry about adult problems.
Yet Glen carried burdens no child should carry.
He hesitated before speaking again.
"Mum..."
"Yes?"
"Did Daddy stop loving us?"
The question struck harder than any slap.
Patricia felt tears threaten to escape.
"No."
The answer came instantly.
Even though she wasn't sure anymore.
"He loves you."
The boy nodded slowly.
But Patricia could see he wasn't convinced.
Neither was she.
After putting the children to bed, Patricia remained awake.
The house had fallen silent.
Only the ticking clock disturbed the darkness.
Alex still hadn't returned.
10:37 p.m.
Her eyes drifted toward the forgotten phone.
Part of her wanted to ignore it.
Another part demanded answers.
Slowly, she picked it up again.
The screen required no password.
Alex had always trusted her.
Or perhaps he believed she would never check.
A mistake.
One Patricia was about to correct.
Her fingers opened the W******p chat.
Dozens of messages appeared.
Her pulse quickened.
The contact was saved under a man's name.
"K. Gaya."
Strange.
The messages were clearly from a woman.
Patricia continued reading.
Every line felt like a knife.
I loved today.
You're different from other men.
Don't worry about her.
You deserve happiness too.
Weeks of conversations stretched before her eyes.
Months.
The affair wasn't new.
It had been happening for nearly a year.
A year.
Patricia felt physically sick.
One particular photo caught her attention.
Her finger froze.
A beautiful woman stood beside Alex.
Tall.
Elegant.
Confident.
Her long black hair flowed over a red dress.
They were standing outside an upscale restaurant that Patricia recognized immediately.
A place they could never afford.
Alex had one arm around the woman.
Both were smiling.
The date on the image made Patricia's blood run cold.
It had been taken on her birthday.
The night Alex claimed he was attending a job interview in Nairobi.
The room spun.
Patricia lowered the phone.
Tears finally escaped.
Not loud tears.
Not dramatic tears.
The quiet kind that flowed when a heart broke beyond repair.
For several minutes, she sat there.
Motionless.
Alone.
Then something unexpected happened.
The tears stopped.
A strange calm replaced them.
Patricia wiped her face.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Her grandmother used to say something.
"A woman cries once for her pain. After that, she starts planning her survival."
The memory surfaced from years ago.
Patricia found herself sitting straighter.
Thinking more clearly.
No.
She wouldn't confront Alex tonight.
Not yet.
Emotional people made mistakes.
She needed facts.
Evidence.
The truth.
Nothing but the truth.
For the first time in years, Patricia decided to think like the university graduate she once was.
Not like a desperate wife.
Like a strategist.
The phone suddenly rang.
Patricia nearly dropped it.
The caller ID displayed the same name.
K. Gaya
Her heart hammered violently.
Should she answer?
What if Alex found out?
What if—
The call ended.
Then immediately started again.
Patricia stared at the screen.
Something inside her shifted.
Before fear could stop her, she answered.
Silence.
For several seconds, neither person spoke.
Then a woman's voice came through.
Soft.
Confident.
Dangerously familiar.
"Alex?"
Patricia said nothing.
The woman laughed lightly.
"I knew you would answer."
Patricia's stomach tightened.
The woman continued.
"Did she finally go to sleep?"
Still, Patricia remained silent.
The caller seemed amused.
"I hope you're not feeling guilty again. You promised that by August, she'd be out of your life."
Patricia felt every word like a physical blow.
Then the woman added something worse.
Something that made her blood freeze.
"I've already found the perfect house for us in Milimani."
Us.
Not him.
Us.
The future had already been planned.
Without Patricia.
Without the children.
The realization was devastating.
Patricia finally spoke.
Only two words.
"Who are you?"
A sharp silence followed.
The woman instantly understood.
This wasn't Alex.
Patricia heard her breathing change.
Then the call disconnected.
The line went dead.
Patricia stared at the dark screen.
A few moments later, another phone started ringing.
Not Alex's.
Her own.
She frowned.
Almost nobody called at this hour.
The caller ID displayed a name she hadn't seen in weeks.
Alison Pendo.
Her elder sister.
Patricia answered immediately.
"Hello?"
Alison's voice sounded tense.
"Patricia, where are you?"
"At home."
"Good."
The urgency in her sister's tone sent alarm bells through Patricia's mind.
"What happened?"
There was a pause.
A long one.
Then Alison spoke.
"The bank called me."
Patricia frowned.
"What bank?"
"The one holding your business loan."
Patricia's heartbeat quickened.
"What about it?"
Alison inhaled deeply.
"Patricia... someone withdrew every shilling from the account this afternoon."
The world seemed to stop.
"What?"
"Everything is gone."
Patricia nearly dropped the phone.
"No."
"The account is empty."
Her mind struggled to process the words.
Their savings.
Their future.
Their children's school fees.
Gone.
"But only Alex and I can access that account."
Another silence followed.
Then Alison delivered the final blow.
"The withdrawal was authorized using Alex's credentials."
Patricia felt the floor vanish beneath her.
Outside, lightning split the night sky above Nakuru.
And somewhere in the darkness, her husband was disappearing with another woman—and every cent they had left.
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