My Husband Turned Me To His Maid

I have been feeling empty for a long time but then I did not search for ways to fill myself. Deepness could wait till my next life. I considered that an empty vessel is better than a full trash can.

I haven't made much friends in Nigeria so I did most things alone frequently escorted by my maid. It was during one of these times that I bumped into him.

You know how the story goes, you see a tall, dark handsome gentle man. Oh well, when I said life can be all roses I didn't say life can be a fairy tale.

He was tall Alright, not too tall just maybe an inch over 6 ft and he was dark very dark and not handsome well not the swoon worthy handsome and he was big. Not fat just big. Nothing in his appearance could have inclined to me so I did not stop neither did I spare him a glance.

Even when he said sorry I walked away not before sizing him up, like the sometimes rude arrogant girl that I can be.

Unfortunately for me the next day I met the same man in my house and our eyes locked, I looked away immediately as if the more I starred at him the more the possibility he was going to taint me, To make me less beautiful than I was.

I did consider myself very beautiful and he wasn't exactly handsome.

It was not a case of beauty and the beast, this was different. In beauty and the beast we all knew that the beast would later turn into Prince charming, definitely it's Disney. But the one in front of me was never going to unless he did a face surgery.

I repeat he wasn't ugly he was actually OK but my standards weren't to meet a man that was OK, I wanted an exceptional swoon Worthy man. A man that would make my peers jealous. A man I could show off and be proud of. A perfect man.

"Baby come here." My dad called to me whilst stretching his hands, Interrupting my reverie. I immediately obliged to his call.

I went to him and sat on his l.a.p still attempting to ignore the visitor who I knew I wouldn't be able to ignore for long, but a girl could try.

My mum was busy on her laptop, she was lost in whatever she was writing and greeting her would be a waste of time so I just ignored her. When she raises her head I'll greet her but there is no way I'm getting no answer from her, it's embarrassing.

"Good evening dad." I greeted kissing his cheeks he did the same to mine before facing our visitor

"So this is Doctor Chukwuma. He is going to help you in the hospital he came highly recommended. You would be impressed at his resume"

My heart started to grieve immediately.