I had her skirt hiked up around her waist, her panties, bra and shirt flung to the far corners of the room, as the head slipped past her lower lips she clutched me. Hard. Harder even than when she had climaxed earlier. I pulled back a bit and repeated the partial entry. Her face was contorted. She said her first words. ‘Fuck Me’ I didn’t. I could hear tell tale sounds of fresh lovemaking from the next room. I buried my lips next to her ear.
‘What did you say?’. She repeated herself. I slid an inch forward. Then out again. Who? I asked. Who? When she said my name it sounded better than I could have ever hoped. I slid all the way in and said ‘Louder’. With each thrust her voice rose and every time I pulled back, I repeated myself. It had become a battle of sounds now, they had gotten louder, I knew they had heard us, I was satisfied. As she came, she gave an extra treat, she screamed my name and surname this time, at the top of her lungs.
Instantly, the lovemaking in the next room ceased, I smiled as she fell asleep with her head on my chest. My wife called. I told her how lonely it was in Lagos and sent a picture of myself in an empty hotel room. There were no sounds from the other room all night.
In the morning, the lover’s wife was distraught. He didn’t deserve her. I had us packed and ready to go then I sent my wife a message, I had just landed and i was in a taxi home and that I hoped she had packed, the flight for Ghana leaves at noon. I listened hard. When their door opened, I opened ours and stepped out. He saw me first, and then his wife. I could see all three of them go through the emotions. Self righteous rage, confusion and then slowly, understanding.
He knew now that it was his wife who had screamed my name and that we had heard them as well. She knew now that I had lied to her and slept with her best friend’s wife and that I had caught her cheating. The lover’s wife only knew that she had been unfaithful and that her husband had been as well. His business trips suddenly made sense.
The one thing none of them knew was that I was not as shocked or outraged as they were. I smiled and pulled the envelope with the divorce papers out of my bag. I handed them to her and walked out. When her lawyer tried to apply for settlement, I told the Court I had nothing. I had donated all our property to a Ghanaian charity. All bank accounts had been cleared out leaving barely enough to survive for 2 weeks. There was nothing to be done, the property wasn’t mine anymore.
When the divorce became final, I raised some money from my friends and found the next flight to Ghana. She was broke and so was her lover. His wife had kicked him out. They could have been broke together but even that was not on the cards. It turned out he preferred his wife, mine was just a good lay. She wouldn’t have him back but he dumped my wife to show her he had changed.
When I arrived at the office of the charity I had set up for this purpose, I presented the second document to its manager. He signed.
I was free and with all of my wealth, minus a cheating wife and 10% of the net worth which went to the Charity. My lawyer had said they could only touch property acquired during our marriage, I sold it all. He said funds in my name would be subject, I gave it all away. When i got it back the marriage had been dissolved, she was not entitled. It was perfectly legal.
I know what you are thinking. I lied to my wife, I stalked her, I involved another innocent woman, led her on for months. Well, not exactly, I did write the book. I documented the discovery, the stalking, the plan and its execution. It hit the shelves a week ago in all my distribution zones and was an instant bestseller in all of them.
I didn’t stab my wife and her lover when i saw them in my pool, that would have been foolish. I waited over a year but I ruined their lives. I bought myself a new home in Maitama, a few cars as well, the success of the new book covered my tracks.
My new home is large and luxurious, I had the pool cemented over the day I moved in, on rough night I walk out onto my balcony and look at the solid grey slab that used to be filled with clear blue water and then I go back to bed and sleep like a baby.
How I Got Revenge on My Cheating Wife is a 4-part Short Story series.
BY OLADIMEJI OJO (@dimeji90) is a Barrister-at-Law in the making. In his spare time, he is also a writer, poet and is considering penning a book.