The Unfaithful Wife

Episode 35

While attending to a patient, I saw that
Nora had sent more text messages. I
decided not to read them; I simply
deleted them. Then I continued working.
Five hours later, my schedule for the day
came to an end. I got into my car and
headed home. I was half way home
when I received a call from a number I
did not know. Believing it was my wife, I
refused to answer it. My phone kept
ringing till I reached home. After it had
rung for sometime, I decided to answer
it. As soon as I did, my son’s voice came
through loud and clear.
“Daddy!” he shouted.

“Peter!” I responded, my heart melting
immediately. I loved my son and
daughter so much I knew I would not
mind dying for them.

“Daddy, please forgive Mummy, okay. She
is sorry” my son said. His statement took
me by surprise.

“Daddy, Mummy said she had done
some very bad things to you so the
police are going to lock her up for a long
time. She says if you forgive her, they
won’t lock her up. Daddy, please forgive
her. We love her. We cannot live without
her” my son said.

My little boy’s comment pierced through
my heart. It made me hate my wife with
passion. What she was doing, as far as I
was concerned, was blackmail. She
knew I had a soft spot for my children
so she was using them to get me to let
her off the hook.

“Let me talk to your mother” I said, my
voice trembling with anger.
“Mummy is not here” my son replied. I
did not know whether to believe him or
not. Nora was a smart person. She was
using one person she knew I would
listen to.

“Listen, Peter, your Mummy has been
very bad to me. If you grow up, you will
understand it…I cannot
just…..hmmmmm….she has….”
I did not know what to say. I was
choking on my words. While I was angry
with my wife, I was also not prepared to
take my son through any psychological
trauma. So, I was finding it very difficult
to explain the issue to him.
“Daddy, we beg you. She is our mother.
We love her so much. Forgive her. She
would not do it again. You always said
Jesus said we should always forgive. So
why don’t you want to forgive her?” he
said.

My son had cornered me. He was a
smart kid. I knew I had to play the whole
thing carefully or he would never believe
me again. I began to crack my brains on
how to proceed with my son.