Revenge! Final Episode
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 telltale 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, and 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 on the way home
and that I hoped she had packed, the flight for
Ghana was scheduled to leave 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
nights 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....
THE END
