Richard meant the world to me until he started cheating. Although it won’t change the fact that he is the father of my daughter Lilian, who is set to graduate from Makerere University this December, I would not remarry him even if he bought me an Island on the moon.
I suspected Richard was cheating, but I never had sufficient evidence, as the court would put it. The man looks innocent, really innocent, but he is a wolf in sheep’s skin. I'm told he still goes to church. I wonder what he still does in church after realizing that he has been sleeping around with house girls.
Last month, I traveled upcountry to attend my aunt’s burial. Richard had always accompanied me, but this time around he said he was busy. While away, he kept asking me when I would come back, something which made me suspicious. It was uncommon for him to ask such questions especially when I was mourning.
I decided to play a trick on him that I will also live to regret in one way or another because I really loved him. I tricked him that I was going to stay at my mother’s place for three more days before traveling back to the city. From the look of things, he was happy that I was not around. He continued to play his cat and mouse games as usual.
On the fateful Friday, I boarded a bus back to the city at around 2 p.m without his knowledge. I was restless all this time. I did not eat anything on the way, little did I know I would get more reasons to go hungry for days.
Upon arrival, the gate was locked as usual. Thank God I had spare keys and my husband was not aware. I tactically opened the gate and sneaked into the house.
I was shocked beyond words when I saw my husband naked in bed with my house girl and her friend from the neighborhood. The two were feasting on him like vultures. I fell down and fainted. The rest remains a mystery. My life has never been the same again.