My suspicion against my wife started when a man whom I respected and trusted so much told me that my wife used to visit one of his co-tenants. The person knew my wife very well, but my wife did not know him.
After several reports by the man, I reluctantly decided to do something about that worrisome news. Unfortunately, I did not know how to go about the whole thing until the opportunity to act came my way.
One Friday night, at about 10.49 P.M., after I had gone to bed with our children, that same man, who had been informing me about my wife’s strange visits to his co-tenant, called me again on phone. He called to inform me that my wife had just walked into his co-tenant’s apartment.
The information came a few minutes after my had just wife left home with my permission to attend the vigil of our new Pentecostal church. It was our plan to attend the vigil together with our children, but for one inexplicable reason, I couldn’t make it. So, I decided to stay at home with our children.
I was shocked at the news because I never suspected my wife of infidelity nor ever thought she could go back to her vomit. I wanted to do nothing concerning the matter that night and wait until she returned the following morning, but my mind couldn’t go away from the matter. Consequently, I decided to visit my informant’s compound to see things for myself and before the evidence could be destroyed.
I wanted to go to embark on the fact-finding journey alone, but the spirit that lived inside me advised me to the contrary. Instead, it advised me to go there with my wife’s younger brother, who lived with us, as a witness, and probably, with some policemen.
That led me to the Trinity Police Station, located a few kilometres from the popular Tin Can Island Port, Apapa, which was the police station nearest to my house. After reporting the matter there, the divisional police officer, DPO, of the station detailed some of the policemen on duty that night to accompany me to the place.
I drove in my car while the policemen followed me behind in their pick-up van. It wasn’t difficult for me to locate the place with the description given to me by my informant.
On getting there, I led the policemen to the direction of my wife lover’s apartment and knocked on his door. When the man asked for the identity of the person at his door, one of the police officers waved at me to allow him answer the question.
“It’s I, your neighbour,” replied the police officer. “It looks as if some robbers are around our neighbourhood. Please, come out and join other tenants let’s know what to do.”
With that ploy, the man opened his door, without an idea of the trouble that lay ahead of him. Immediately he saw some policemen, he quickly ran back to his apartment and attempted to shut the door, with a view to preventing the policemen from entering his apartment.
Unfortunately, for him, he couldn’t succeed in doing that. He was over-powered by the policemen, who prevented him from doing so.
As two of the policemen and I walked into the man’s sitting room, my wife suddenly ran out of the man’s bedroom with a single wrapper tied above her chest and without a top. She was shocked to see me there with some policemen, but there was nothing else she could do than to mope in shock.
“Is this your wife?” asked the leader of the policemen.
“Yes, sir,” I replied.
“What do you want us to do now?” asked the officer.
“Let’s go with her to your station,” I requested.
Following my request, the police officer asked my wife and her lover to dress up and accompany them to their station. In less than fifteen minutes, we were all at the Trinity Police Station.
A few days later, I requested the police to take the matter to court, where I initiated a divorce suit against my wife. In less than one year, our marriage was legally dissolved.
That was how my marriage to the woman called Chizoba ended. For her secret lover, I didn’t know how he sorted himself out with the police.
My question now is: Is it possible for a prostitute who had lived in a brothel to repent genuinely, that is, without going back to the business of sleeping with multiple men? I would like to read from you. Please, leave your comments/opinion on the space provided for comments below.
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Till then, stay fine and always pray to God to grant you a good spouse.
Story By Emeka Nwite
