How Do I Tell My Husband That Our Daughter Is His Friend’s Child?

Our last born is not my husband’s child, and the truth is killing me slowly.......CONTINUE READING THE ARTICLE FROM THE SOURCE>>>>>

I am not a bad woman. I have never been a bad wife to him. My troubles only started in my quest to be a better wife after I lost my job. I didn’t do anything wrong at the workplace. They just decided to let me go after I returned from maternity leave for my third child.

Although my husband didn’t complain, I felt bad about the whole situation. I married a good man, God bless him. Life was okay because of him. He made sure we lacked nothing. Even when I was working, he still took care of the bills. I only stepped in when I wanted to.

Although he did not count my salary as a major income for the home, he still supported my career and encouraged me to chase my dreams.

In return, I made him proud in whatever I did at work. Nonetheless, I couldn’t do that anymore when I lost my job.

He didn’t mind but I did. I wanted to contribute to the household in my own way, even if it’s little. Besides, life changes. Today, he may have a job and be a provider, but things can take a different turn tomorrow. People fall from grace to grass. Sickness. Death. Anything at all can happen.

Seeing my frustration of staying at home, my husband joined in my search for a job. Eventually helped me get one. His friend, who is a prominent figure in government needed a secretary. My husband spoke to him, and I was hired.

I gave this job my best. When I had to work overtime, I did. My boss travels a lot for work contracts. I follow him on these trips. Whatever responsibilities he required of his secretary, I performed them without using my duties as a wife or mother as an excuse.

For six months, we worked peacefully. He praised me for my good work and I was happy to be useful. Until that horrific week happened.

On the Monday of that fateful week, some technicians came to work on the office’s security systems. At least, that’s what my boss told me.

On Wednesday, my boss informed me we’d be working late. “I have to prepare for an impromptu presentation tomorrow. So I need you here till 8 p.m.”

It wasn’t the first time I’d stayed late. I called my husband to let him know. He understood, as always. “Call me when you close so I can pick you up. The kids should be in bed by then.”

If only I knew how the day would end, I would have gone home that morning.

Around 7 p.m., my boss stepped out of the office to pick up some files from his car. I didn’t notice when he returned. I only felt his presence behind me. I was uncomfortable but I stayed calm.

“You look so pretty when you’re working,” I heard him say.

With that statement, I froze, as the space between us felt suffocating.

“Thank you, sir,” I replied awkwardly, “My husband says that a lot too.”

Without warning, he pecked my lips. My instant reaction was to slap him. Then I grabbed my things to leave. But I started panicking when I reached the door and found it locked.

He saw the look on my face and smiled, “I want you. I have tried to show you for months now, but you’ve acted like you don’t notice.”

Fear, disgust, and anxiety had my nervous system in a riot. I threw up but he didn’t care. I took my phone to call my husband but he snatched it from me.

I begged. I cried. I showed him my wedding ring.

“Look, I am Ewe woman. If another man touches me, there will be spiritual implications. It will destroy my husband.”

I reminded him that my husband was his friend.

“I have been loyal to him for thirteen years. We have children together. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

But nothing stopped him. He took everything that was meant for my husband and left me broken. I was in so much pain that I passed out at some point.

When I came to, it was 11:12 p.m. I remember the time vividly. Most importantly, I remember how calmly he sat behind his computer working as though he didn’t just ruin my life.

I didn’t say anything to him. I just quietly picked myself up and staggered out to the highway. I stood in the middle of the road and begged passing drivers to run me over.

Some of them called me crazy. I am sure if any of those drivers comes across my story, they will remember the woman who begged them for death, in the middle of the night at one of the estates in Accra.

By the time I made it home, my husband was up waiting for me. I didn’t tell him anything. I just walked into the guest room and locked the door.

I went into the bathroom and cried till my tears ran dry. How could this happen to me?

A married woman?
A mother of three?
A faithful Christian?

Most importantly, an Ewe woman? Where I come from, it’s taboo for another man to have carnal knowledge of me while I am married. An act like this could cause my husband to lose his life tragically. Either that, or he would fall sick until he eventually goes.

My husband and I are from the same place. If I were to tell him what happened, it would lead to the dissolution of the marriage.

I was terrified. When I got out of the shower, he was sitting on the bed waiting for me. He said, “I called your phone, but it didn’t go through. So I called your boss, and he said you were working. I called again around 9:21 p.m., and he said you’d already left and that you would be home soon. Why did it take you so long?”

I took advantage of the lie my boss told and added more layers of lies. He believed me and let the matter go.

I couldn’t go to work the next day. I had cried myself to the point of having a fever. I suffered abdominal pain too.

My husband had never seen me broken down like that. It had him so worried that he took the day off to take care of me.

Can you believe my boss had the audacity to call me on my husband’s phone? Long story short, he threatened to hurt me if I told my husband what he did.

For some reason, he thought I would return to work for him again. I didn’t. I used my sickness as a reason not to go back. “The work keeps getting stressful. It’s taking a toll on my body. I won’t go again,” I said to my husband.

We were pacing our kids so I had emergency contraceptives at home, in case my husband and I got carried away. I took them in secret.

Later, I tried to access the CCTV footage from the night the incident happened. I told myself that if I have proof then I can report him. To my shock, the security system was disabled for that entire week. It turned out that the tech repairs guys who showed up that Monday were not there to fix anything. They were there to disable the cameras.

It was my word against his, and at the time, I was afraid nobody would believe me. That’s why I kept quiet.

When he realized I wouldn’t return to work, he followed my husband home a few times to “check up” on me.

Four months passed, and I was trying to move on with my life. Things were not the same at home though. I no longer cooked for my husband. I refused to sleep on the same bed with him, let alone give my body to him. I was doing all this to protect him from suffering the spiritual implications of what happened with my boss.

During this period, my mental health was unstable. It took a toll on my physical health. So when I withdrew from him, my husband understood. Luckily, my kid sister who lived with us took over the cooking and other chores.

One morning he woke me up with a big smile on his face. “Now, I know why you’ve been getting sick. It’s because you are pregnant.”

We already have three boys. “Maybe this time, we will get a girl,” he said.

I was horrified, “We haven’t been intimate for months. I assure you I am not pregnant.”

We did our calculations and realized the last time we did it was the night before I got home late. Unfortunately, the doctors confirmed it. I conceived around the same time my boss stole from me what was meant for my husband. I was scared. I felt so guilty.

As the pregnancy progressed, we found out that it was a girl. He was happy. I was not.

When the baby was born, I secretly got a DNA test done. She wasn’t his. I went to another place but the result was the same.

Only God knows how this thing is slowly chipping away at my spirit. My baby is almost five months old now but I still haven’t told my husband the truth.

Last month, I received a message from an unknown number. The person said, “How is the baby doing? I know it’s not your husband’s.”

I have been on edge since then. All attempts to reach the number have failed.

While all this is going on, I still haven’t given my husband access to my body. He has run out of patience. These days when I give him excuses, he gets frustrated.

How do I tell him it’s for his own safety? I am a Christian but I believe you give to Caesar what belongs to Caesar. This is why I fear that if he touches me again the gods might punish him.

I want to tell him everything and be free but I don’t know how. This is why I am here. I am looking for encouragement and strength so I can unburden myself of my secrets.

– Enyonam