But even then…
I still couldn’t forgive him.
The next day, Jane left early in the morning to take the baby for a medical appointment.
Meanwhile, Tunde was impatiently waiting for two o’clock like a hungry predator.
I could hear his footsteps pacing up and down the hallway all morning.
Exactly at 2:00 PM—
Knock. Knock.
I walked to the door and opened it calmly.
Tunde entered quickly, shutting the door behind him with a grin.
“I’ve been thinking about you all morning,” he whispered.
But I didn’t smile.
Instead, I quietly sat down on the chair and looked at him.
“Tunde… sit down. I want to talk first.”
He looked surprised.
“Talk? Right now?”
I pointed toward the chair opposite me.
Slowly, he sat down.
Then I looked directly into his eyes and said:
“I’m sick.”
His smile immediately faded.
“What do you mean?”
I took a deep breath.
“I’ve been living with a serious virus for years.”
Tunde jumped to his feet instantly as panic spread across his face.
“What?!”
I replied coldly:
“And I could have hidden it from you… the same way you hid your betrayal from my daughter.”
Sweat formed on his forehead.
“Did… did I catch it?”
I slowly shook my head.
“No.”
Then I lifted the bottle of medication and showed it to him.
“Because I didn’t let things go that far.”
Suddenly, his legs gave way and he collapsed onto the floor.
He looked pale with terror.
“Please… don’t tell Jane,” he begged, tears filling his eyes. “I’ll die if I lose her.”
I stared at him with disgust.
“You should have thought about that before walking into your wife’s mother’s bedroom.”
Silence filled the room for several long moments.
Then I finally said:
“You’re going to tell her yourself.”
