The Unfaithful Wife

Episode 33

“ A meeting? What for, Nora?” I asked
her. I was really surprised she had called.
“Please, I want us to talk over our break-
up and the children. If you don’t want
me again, I will not deny you your
children,” she said.

“Me my children?” I asked. “I thought
you said Peter and Pamela are not my
biological children and you got a DNA
result to prove it. So, why refer to them
as my children?” I asked her.
I heard her sobbing. When she spoke,
her tone was remorseful.
“Darling, I lied. You are their biological
father” she said.

My heart must have skipped a beat. It
was hard to believe that Nora had said
Peter and Pamela were my biological
children. I thought I had not heard right.
“I don’t get you,” I said.
“Honey, Peter and Pamela are your
biological children. I lied when I said you
were not their father. I bribed the
doctor who conducted the test to
present a false result to the court. I also
bribed the fertility centre to give you a
result that will convince you that you are
not fertile enough to be a father. I am
sorry,” she said.
“Nora! Why?” I asked as my heart began
to beat wildly.

“Honey, I am sorry. I am truly very sorry.
When you said you will divorce me, I
became scared because I did not want
you to take the children away from me. I
had to do anything to make sure you do
not take them away from me,” she said.
She was crying. However, I cared less
about her tears. I was rather left
speechless by the callousness of the
woman I had called my wife for many
years. She had not only cheated on me
with my own friend but had done
everything she could to deny me my
children – my biological children!
“Nora, you are wicked! You are a
Jezebel! In fact, you are not fit to be the
mother of our children. You are the devil
incarnate!” I screamed at her.
“I know Isaac, I know! I know I do not
deserve to be your wife! I know I
behaved badly! Please forgive me. I beg
you,” she cried.

“Forgive you? You think it is as simple as
that? Do you know the trauma you have
put me through? Are you aware of the
pain you have subjected me to? Are you
aware I could have died as a result?” I
asked her.

I had driven off the road and parked the
car. I did not even notice that I was
trembling all over until later.
“Isaac, I have sinned against you, God
and our children. All I want you to do
now is to forgive me. I am very sorry.
Please! I am sincerely sorry. Forgive me.
Isaac, forgive me,” she continued in
tears.

Then I asked her why she has now
called me to make the confession. She
could not tell me why though I knew the
answer; her lawyers had been served
our appeal and they knew the game was
up. My estranged wife was therefore
calling to confess because she knew that
she would be jailed if the court heard
the case.

“Nora, I don’t know what to tell you now
though forgiveness is out of the
question. We have gone back to court to
have the earlier ruling of the court set
aside. So, let us meet in court,” I said.
She burst into tears again, pleading with
me not to drag her to court. She said she
would be jailed if the case goes to court.
“Isaac, you know it! Please! I beg of you.
I am on my knees. I am begging you in
the name of God and our children. For
the sake of our children don’t do this to
me,” she pleaded.

“Were you thinking about the children
when you cheated on me and in no
place but my own house and our marital
bed? Were you thinking about the
children when you tried to deny them
their father?” I asked her.
My questions were like a hot knife
slicing through her heart. I could hear
her wince as I asked her the questions.
“Isaac! Honey! That is why I say I am
sorry. I know I have behaved badly.
Please forgive me. I beg you,” she
pleaded once more.
“Nora, don’t worry. You would not be
jailed. Have you forgotten that you have
one of the best lawyers who will make
sure you do not go to jail?” I asked, the
sarcasm obvious.

“Honey, please. You know no lawyer can
save me from going to jail,” she said.
Then there was a pause. I did not say
anything either. Then she spoke again.
Her voice was calm and resolved.
“I have to take my life then. I cannot go
to jail. Whatever it is, forgive me and
always remind the children I loved
them,” she said. Then she hung up.
As much as I hated my wife for what she
had done to me, I did not want her to
die because I did not want my children
to loose their mum. My love for my
children was stronger than my hatred
for her. So, I tried to call her back, but
she would not pick the call. After trying a
couple of times, I gave up and sent her a
text message.

“Your decision to take your life shows
that you are still a heartless woman. No
wonder you want to take your life and
leave your children without a mother.
You know what that is called?
Selfishness. Rot in hell.”