We got married in March 2022. In November of that same year, I traveled abroad. It was an opportunity of a lifetime, and we both agreed that it was best for me to go. It was hard to leave a young marriage and my wife behind, but it was even harder to pass up the opportunity, considering the benefits it would bring to our future.......CONTINUE READING THE ARTICLE FROM THE SOURCE>>>>>
I left at dawn. She was with me at the airport. We hugged and said goodbye. I saw her eyes welling up with tears, and mine were too. I quickly turned away and left so I wouldn’t cry in front of her. When I arrived, I called her. After getting a new number, she was the first person I contacted. We talked every day and did video calls. While these couldn’t replace physical presence, they were all we had at the time.
A few months later, I received the first complaint about my wife. It came through Facebook Messenger from a fake account, but I had a suspicion about who might be behind it. The message read, “Your wife is seeing another man. She goes to work and sometimes never comes back. I’ve seen them with my own eyes, so trust me.”
I showed my wife the messages. I didn’t accuse her or even ask if it was true. I simply shared it so we could laugh about the gossip. I mentioned the name of the person I suspected. She responded, “Oh, you’re right. It must be that lady who’s doing this.”
I asked her to be careful about the people she interacted with and those she allowed into her space. I even teased her about the message whenever I called, saying, “How’s your boyfriend? Are you at his place, or did he come over?”
I trusted her because every time I called her on a video call, she was either at home, in the office, or in the car going somewhere. She had never missed a video call, even the ones I made at dawn.
The next person to accuse my wife of cheating was her friend, Bernice. She didn’t get straight to the point. Instead, she said there was a man getting close to my wife, and it seemed like my wife was falling for him. I asked her two questions: “Have you spoken to her about it?” She said no. I asked again, “If you haven’t, then why are you telling me this?”
She didn’t give a satisfactory answer, so I told her, “Don’t worry. I’ll call her and tell her what you said. Do you mind if I mention your name?” She began stuttering in her responses. She was a Facebook friend, and we often chatted and commented on each other’s posts, but that day, I blocked her.
Again, I discussed the situation with my wife, but I didn’t mention Bernice’s name. She was so angry that she started cursing the person who had made the accusation. I calmed her down, reassured her of my trust, and advised her to be cautious.
After the next complaint, I had no choice but to ask her to find a new place to live. Our lease was expiring, and I didn’t want her to stay in the same neighborhood surrounded by people who knew her business. She agreed to move, and when she was packing, my younger siblings went to help her. They were the only ones who knew her new address. The complaints stopped, and we finally had peace to enjoy our marriage from a distance. We celebrated occasions together, gossiped, and mourned losses together.
One morning, I called my mom to check in on her. My younger sister asked to speak to me, so my mom handed her the phone. She spoke in a hushed tone and said, “Hmmm, it’s hard to say this, but if I don’t tell you, you might blame us someday.”
She explained that she had gone to see my wife twice, and both times, she saw another man in the house. The first time, she visited after school one evening and found the man there, shirtless. My wife introduced him as her distant cousin, and my sister believed her. The second time, she saw the man early in the morning, coming out of the bedroom with my wife, both wearing robes. My wife didn’t realize it was my sister until they came out.
I was so shocked that I couldn’t speak for a minute. Finally, I asked, “Are you sure of what you’re saying?” She replied, “It’s hard for me to say this—how could I lie?”
I started making video calls every day at unexpected times. She answered all of them. I would playfully ask her to point the camera at the sofa or other parts of the room so I could see the layout. She complied without hesitation. The following year was tough for me because I began sending people to monitor her.
“Go there at dawn and knock to see if she’s home.”
“Go early in the morning to check if there’s another man there.”
“She said she’s going out—follow her and see where she goes.”
Everyone reported back with the same verdict: not guilty. Even my sister went back multiple times and told me she didn’t see the man again.
When it was time for me to return home three years later, I didn’t inform her. I wished her goodnight while I was at the airport, on my way back. I went to my parents’ house first. Early Saturday morning, my sister led the way as I went to see my home for the first time. She left me at the gate, and I knocked. After several knocks, my wife’s soft voice came through, “Who’s there?” She opened the window and saw me standing outside.
She screamed, “Whaaaaat! What kind of crazy surprise is this?” She quickly opened the door and hugged me. We went inside, and as soon as I put my bag down, I went to the bathroom. I looked around, commenting on how nice the place looked. There was no one else there, but guess what? I found condoms in the drawer, along with a tube of lubricant and two vibrators of different shapes.
“Can we talk about these?” I asked, spreading them on the table.
She said she used the lubricant with the vibrators. “And the condoms?” I asked. She stuttered and then said, “I put them on the vibrators sometimes.”
We are still in court, going through a divorce. There are many other discoveries I’ve made that I can’t mention here because they involve specific people. She’s claiming the house I sent money to build. I told her she could have it. I still have my life, and I can always start over—hopefully with someone who understands the importance of loyalty, in good times and bad.
