My Wife’s Friend (Part 2)


I almost shit my pants.

Dazzled, I watched as both women embraced themselves, giggling like teenagers.

They hugged each other repeatedly, chittering on about how much of a long time it had been. I stood on the sideline, watching this display of affection with my heart somersaulting behind my chest.

“Let’s go upstairs,” my wife invited her, “Gosh! There’s so much to talk about”

Giggly, Seun followed behind her. “Hi Michael,” she casually greeted as she passed by me.

I stared at her, unable to mutter any words of reply.

Oblivious, my wife nudged her onwards, “Let’s go, we have so much to catch up on!”

Both women disappeared upstairs and I could no longer return my focus to the match playing on my screen.

I paced the floor, scared and curious. A part of me wanted to storm upstairs to the family lounge which I presumed they would be in, eavesdrop at their conversation, or call out my wife just to distract her, but I did neither of those. Instead, my restless feet continued to pace the tiled floor.

The ESPN match which I had waited all day to watch now seemed irrelevant as my heart beat on my chest, and my palms sweated profusely besides my body.

I tried to sit down, but unable to stay seated, I rose to my feet again.

A sudden rush to ease myself overwhelmed me so I dashed to the visitor’s toilet, hurried out of my pants, let myself go, came out and continued to pace, subconsciously waiting for the moment when my wife would run down those steep stairs, flaring in anger and poking accusing fingers at me.

True to my thoughts, both women emerged on the top of the stairs.

I stopped dead in my tracks, ready to go down on my knees and apologize to my beautiful wife whom I had wronged so greatly. There was no need to pretend watching the match, so I stood rooted, ready to face the wrath of Monica. As I watched both women approach the foot of the stairs, I caught no angry look on my wife’s face. No tears, only a satisfied smirk…

“Seun is leaving now” she informed me as both women paused in front of me, “she stopped by just to catch up,” she explained as if reading my mind, “after been gone in like forever!” she concluded, nudging Seun’s shoulder playfully. Both women chuckled. “You better come back to visit o” my wife warned her.

“Of course” Seun agreed, “I would no longer stay away” she declared, shooting a knowing stare my way.

My wife, oblivious of the situation on ground, laughed away carelessly. All I could do was swallow hard and thank my lucky stars that today is not the day that I die.

“Bye Michael” Seun waved and began making for the door.

My wife followed after her, pulled the wooden door open, stepped out and shut the door behind them.

I collapsed into the sofa.

Relieved, I dragged both hands down my face and exhaled deeply into my palms.



I wanted to call Seun.

I struggled with the idea especially as a day after her visit, she uploaded a photo of my wife on her Instastory tagging it, friend for life

Why was she doing all these? I wondered to myself. What was her end game and what in the hell have I gotten myself into?.

I knew she was expecting me to call her, to show fear, probably plead, be at her mercy, so I refrained from giving her that satisfaction.

I sat back, but with my heart in my mouth, I watched on silently as she rekindled her friendship with Monica and once again, became a regular visitor at our home.


Saturday, the second day of March was a day I wish life had skipped over. The world would have just rolled over to the third of March or maybe even the fourth, never for us to experience that day. Maybe that way, my heart couldn’t have broken into a million pieces.

How could I let this happen? I kept asking myself as I sped home to Monica on that faithful day, right after I read the message. How did I not see this happening? I continued to wonder. How did I think she would never do a thing like this? Why had I gotten so comfortable, so relaxed? What in the freaking hell!

I pulled up at my gate and honked the car, continuously. The security man must have thought someone was pursuing me as he staggered in pulling the gate open.

I sped through.

Ignoring his greeting, I pulled up in the compound and pretty much raced to the front door.

Monica would be at home I knew it, doing laundry or anything else.

“Babe!” I yelled her name as I wheezed into the house.

“Daddy, daddy!” the boys called from the floor of the living room, where they laid watching TV.

I ignored them and headed for the kitchen.

“Welcome sir” greeted the cook from the gas where he stood.

“Welcome” seconded the housemaid, peeling some oranges at the counter.

“Where’s your madam?” I directed my question at the housemaid.

“She’s upstairs. In the study sir” she quickly added as she sensed my impatience.

I made a quick about turn, out of the kitchen, up the stairs and into our shared bedroom.

“Babe!” she startled in her chair as I barged into the study, her eyes widening at once.

“What is this?!” I demanded, holding my phone to her face with the message reflecting on the screen.

“What?!” she demanded back, eyes still shocked from having me bump in on her.

“Okay, no problem,” I retorted, retrieving the phone down to my face, “I’ll show you..”

I swiped the message upward to reveal its attachments, “There!.” I held the phone back to her face.

She squinted her eyes, strained her neck forward, and then received the phone from my hand to have a closer look. There were photos, about four of them, all completely nude, of herself, taken right in our bed…

I watched her shoulders drop, and then she buried her face in her palms.

“You cheated on me Monica?!” I stated, my heart pouncing on my chest. Shock, hurt, and disbelief – I was feeling them all at once. “I didn’t think you had it in you” I stated as a matter of fact, “You?” I pointed a finger accusingly at her still buried head. “So all this time, while I trusted you, you were busy frolicking with someone else? Now he’s sending me photos and messages intended to expose you? What did you do Monica? Lift your face and look me in the eye while I’m talking to you!”

She shook her head in her palms, sounds of her sniffing escaping to my hearing.

Angered, I took one stride closer and tried to disengage her face from her hands. She struggled to keep her face hidden. I overpowered her and she ran out of the study, dashed into the bathroom and bolted the door after herself.

“Open this door!” I demanded, banging fiercely at the locked door.

“I’m sorry…” she called from within..

“Monica I said open this door!”

“I am so sorry” she wept…


A wreck, that’s what I became.

24 hours had passed since confronting Monica yet I still could not believe that she had the audacity to have an affair, under my roof. How could she do something that terrible to me, her husband?.

It hurt, more than anything had ever hurt me in my entire life. I was restless, I was pained, in fact, I developed high blood pressure.

What was more? She sure chose one heck of a useless guy to indulge in the shameful act with as the stupid boy had been blackmailing her for thousands of naira. When she wouldn’t give him any more money, he exposed her, to myself and to the popular Nigerian blog – Instablog.

It was a scandal – the whole situation was.

While she was still under my roof, I could not bear to look at her. She didn’t make it easier anyway as she avoided me at every turn, hiding from my presence like Eve of the bible hid from God.

She reduced our communication to text messages, tons of them she sent, all rendering apologies.

“I was lonely” she claimed, “You were distant, I had no one to talk to, to share with. I am so sorry I found solace in another man…”

Her family begged me to forgive her, my friends asked me to throw her out and my conscience reminded me – as much as I hate to admit it, that I too was guilty – only unexposed.


As we faced the repercussions of her scandal, I no longer saw her in the same light.

I became untrusting, of course.

One evening when she left her phone to charge in the living room, I got hold of it. I opened her WhatsApp with an intention to read through her chats – see what she was up to in general. An act I never found necessary in the past.

I saw a chat of her and Seun and for obvious reasons, I decided to read through it.

I scrolled all the way upwards and sat down to it.

It was surprising to find out that my wife had begun her affair around the same time things got ‘serious’ between I and Seun.

According to their chats, my wife complained about my distance in our marriage, informing Seun that she was lonely and sad amongst other complaints. It was at that point that Seun encouraged my wife to have an affair, stating that she too had found someone (obviously me) who was keeping her company and making her happy.

She cheered Monica on, throughout the pendency of her affair and stayed encouraging now that the secret was let out of the bag.

I felt weak to my knees.

I sank down into the sofa and got emerged in deep thoughts. I evaluated the whole situation and concluded to myself that Seun was not a good friend, for while she was claiming to be a friend to my wife, she was willingly having an affair with me…and my wife in turn drew strength from her to keep her own affair going.

What more was Seun capable of? I wondered. One thing was for sure; she was not a true friend and I needed to tell Monica… to let her know that Seun did not truly have her best interest at heart. To warn her and hopefully get Seun out of our lives for good, before she did her own version of exposal.

The question now becomes, how would I let Monica know the truth about Seun, without implicating myself?

I don’t know what to do.




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  1. Did you just ask how do you tell Monica the truth about her friend without implicating yourself ? You must be joking . Don’t worry the truth will come out sooner than you expect I trust seun she will expose you so don’t worry about how to go about it ????