My Husband Turned Me To His Maid

I was walking home now.  I loved walking a lot for so many reasons including that, First it helped me clear my mind and secondly it was good exercise.

My mind was always preoccupied while I walked. Sometimes it could be so bad that I would take no notice of anything happening around me. This was one of those times. I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice that a car was following me.

I was about to cross when the car stopped at the side walk, just in front of me.  A man clad in a blue suit came out.

The car was a black Lamborghini and with the way the man was dressed I could tell that either he was filthy rich or his boss was filthy rich as most drivers in Nigeria sometimes posed as their boss's so as to attract girls who easily get carried away by material things. I wasn't one of those girls though. I tried to continue walking ignoring him, but the man stood in front of me restricting my movement.

"Hi." he said with a smile. He was watching me intently the smile never leaving his face.

I folded my hands and laughed out loud like the-it's-so- funny-I'm rolling on the floor kind of laughter. "Can you please excuse me, as you can see I'm going somewhere." I sighed.

Again I tried to push passed him but he refused to move aside. If I tried to move left he moved left and if I moved right he did too."Please excuse me," I repeated, this time with a smile. A deadly, intimidating smile.

"You look so breathtakingly beautiful but I can see the pain in your eyes. Like a strangled bird you look lost and although you baked your face with so much make up and plastered it with a fake smile, I can still see through you. Your face might be smiley but your eyes say other wise." He spoke calmly.

It was like he was the Lords Angel sent to defend me and he was taking it rather too personal. But, I knew he was no Angel and all he said was all part of a deceitful plan of his.  This was exactly how Cletus was at first, a saint incapable of any wrong. It is funny how he is now capable of every wrong.

That's how they all come at first, as Angels. But they were all wolves in sheep clothing

"You only met me now and you're trying to psychoanalyse me. Or is that a new pick up line you thought of? It is nice, I hate cliché lines."

"Well for your information I've heard that I am beautiful more that a million times and I've known that I was beautiful since I was like what. " I put my finger on my chin pretending to think.

"Since I was seven. it's a known fact, I've heard it as much a time as I've heard my name. I was beautiful before you said it and after you say it I'll remain so. I do not need you to tell me that I'm beautiful."

"So now Mr therapist," I looked straight into his eyes, remaining calm even though in me there was an internal turmoil I could not explain. "Having said this I beg of you, go find a new victim to deceive this one here is now immune."

I tried to move passed him again and this time he let me, finally moving aside. Good a thing, cause it was still afternoon and the last thing I wanted to create was a scene.

I had only walked a few inches when I heard him speak again, his voice loud and firm, Calm but tensed. "I'll find you and I'll prove to you that not all men are the same. I'll plant another flower in your heart not minding that the one in there right now was left to wither. I'll water it day in and day out until the end of time. I give you my word."

I immediately looked back to catch a glimpse of him one more time but he had already gotten into his car before I could turn around.

Sighing I took a deep breath and continued walking. My leg still hurt from sleeping on the couch. All I wanted to do was to lay my head on my bed and sleep.

"You will never see him again." I repeated to myself over and over again. I didn't know If saying this was suppose to make me feel better but it actually made me feel worse. I felt Like a hand was squeezing my heart and stopping me from breathing. A cold strong hand. A hand that had my wedding ring on it.