Is Cheating really unforgivable? – I couldn’t feel his pulse any longer, yet I leaned over him to be sure he had really breathed his last. With the knife in his jugular, paving way for a free flow of blood; my hands red and his eyes eventually pale as he stared lifelessly at the kitchen ceiling. I have never felt so close to death, like it was patting my back. I battled off the urge to pull out the knife and inflict a similar calamity on myself. This was it, death has it has always been defined; the inevitable. Death, the friend from which we cannot run too far and the enemy we will continually scare away from. Death had taken the love of my life and I wasn’t sure if I desired to live on without him. .
Nobody loves death because it leaves so many things unattended to, withers love and inflicts pain. How about death embracing love, does that even make sense? Death embraced in few moments the love I’d nurtured for 5 years. I pulled the knife with a strong gasp and plunged into my abdomen forcefully. I shit you not, I heard death whisper ‘well done’. In that long hour of unconsciousness I felt reunited to James again.
Joan weds James, marriage was in 2 weeks. Everything before then was perfect, especially the proposal that happened 6 months earlier. It was simple but I loved it. I was sleeping over at his place after a tired day at work. I was already dozing off when I heard an angelic voice singing my favourite song, with James playing the piano. I opened my eyes and I was amazed to find his friends staring at me, his younger brother running his fingers through the guitar strings. No one by Alicia Keys never sounded so good. He reached forward on bended knee and popped the question, I said yes.
I was making his breakfast in the kitchen when he walked up to me with tears in his eyes, saying, “I think if we must live happily ever after there has to be no secrets between us. I have something I must confess.”
The bread knife in my hand vibrated rhythmically with my body but I stood firm. “What James? What is it? You are scaring me.”
“I cheated a while ago but it was nothing. I didn’t love her. It was a one night stand. She got pregnant, gave birth to a set of twin and I…” I sent the knife into his neck before he could say another word. I was distorted as he choked on his breathe. How could he do that to me? After all we’ve been true and all I’ve done for him. Paid his way through school after he lost his dad. Stayed with him when he had no job. I gave him my body, soul and money, yet he betrayed me. Those burdening thoughts prompted my action but it was too late. James died, I survived.
I was charged with murder and have been sentenced to death. It’s been 2 months on the death role and I just want it to end already. The guilt I feel kills me every minute of the day, especially since the lady in question came forward anonymously via a letter that James wasn’t the father of the twin, he was just being blackmailed. I wasn’t patient enough to hear him all out, I sentenced him to death in my and executed the order.
Men cheat, women too. Is cheating really unforgivable? The things ladies do. Why blackmail a not so innocent soul?
ABOUT THE WRITER Oluwasegun Femi Fragile carries within him a world of limitless emotion which he always seeks to express with his heart as ink in his pen. Also known as The Cooking Pen; a writer cum cook. He is popular for his heart melting and life-schooling style of writing which he refers to as ‘personal’. He often states that everything about life is his source of inspiration. This author of two eBooks: The Spark in My Quiet World and Letters to God which was nominated as best fiction for the Nigerian Writers Award is also a consultant on love affairs. He is driven by his purpose to help others in their pursuit of happiness. He blogs at www.femifragile.com, a platform he uses to cure the emotional curiosity of his readers. Photocredit: Lypixstudios