MARCUS
I should have never suggested we <b>have </b>a baby, it is all my fault that this is happening now. If I didn’t suggested it, my wife wouldn’t be suffering, she, Samuel and I would be happy now. Going to the park together, trips, movies, dinners. Doing everything a happy couple should be doing.
But I got greedy, I wasn’t conted with what I had and I wanted more. Why, why did i want more, why couldn’t I be content with things the way they were? Was it because Sambel is not my biological son? No that’s not it. It was because I was <b>afraid </b>I would lose him to his real father when the truth came out.
I wanted to have a child of my own so that it wouldn’t hurt much when he left. Basically, I wanted a constion prize which I was not ineant to have. Now I am stuck with that disgusting woman and hurting my wife. As if she has not been hurt enough, as if the pain Nick caused her wasn’t enough. Why the fuck aren’t humans ever content? Men to be specific. We always want more.
More money, more sess, more children, <b>more</b>, <b>more</b><b>, </b>more. Why? I think God gave us a <b>greedy </b>heart. I hate not being able to touch her, not being able to look her in the eyes. How can I have the courage to look her in the eyes when I am hurting her the way I had been doing?
I have no right, she deserves better. Also, how do I kiss her when my lips <b>have </be into contact with that woman’s flesh<b>? </b>It might have been a kiss on the cheek but it soiled me, tainted everything about me. My kisses should have been for my wife only but because the crazy bitch <b>has </b>pushed us into a corner. I have resorted to ying by her rules. “How about a kiss on the cheek babe, know it’s notfortable for you to be with me fully yet, with her here” she would say.
Batting her eyshes like a vixen from hell, a torture device sent my the devil to torment my soul while I still lived. Giving me a preview of what I am to expect when I finally reach hell. “Hahah! How funny” I thought the devil was supposed to tempt hurmans with good things. Money, sess, fun and everything we desire.
In my <b>case</b>, I guess my desire to have a child of my own was how he tempted me and I was paying the price for it.” Darling, why are you sitting in the dark?” There goes my peace, the devil just can’t let me rest. “I needed sometime to think.” She sat beside me. Her tummy protruding, my baby is growing well and healthy ording to the doctor.
She is the only reason I have not lost my mind yet. Seeing her grow bigger and stronger each time we visit the doctor is a reminder that this too shall pass. That we are almost at the end. That we needed to hung <b>on </b><b>a </b>little while longer. That soon her mother and I will reunite and the nightmare would be over.
“I know how hard <b>this </b>must be for you, i know that at some point, you thought you could be happy with her. You didn’t know she would abandon you at a time like this and talk about divorce when you are only doing what is right for your daughter. What a selfish wife she is.” I know that is lie, my wife would never ask for a divorce. I might be putting her through hell right <b>now </b>but she would never leave me. The witch must be lying. What else could I expect from someone like her, with not morals, principles or dignity.
“I suggest you give it to her, there is no point in dying it, if that is what she wants. You can’t force her to stay when she no longer wants you. But then again, why does it matter what she wants? We have each other and we have our baby.” I tightened my hold on my jacket trying to stop myself from strangling the life out of her.
How dare she! Who the hell did she think she was? “Jennifer, give me sometime alone, please. I can’t think about that now my brain is exhausted.” Kisses my cheek and I cringed trying very hard not to recoil or p her face.” <b>Take </b>your time, i know it’s not easy but I am here with you. She tells me then walks away,
I watch her leave ring at her retreating back wishing I had the ability to rip my baby out of her stomach then deal with her. But then they say, vengeance is a dish best served cold. As I sat there, <b>I </b><b>was </b>counting the days until
the dayes when I have to make that woman pay. I have recorded every threat she’s made and one of these day I am going to use them against her.
I will make her regret the day she decided to mess with me and make my wife cry. She even lost weight because of her. I can’t even be by her side because I can’t stand to see her that way. I am to me. “It’s a beautiful night.” My heart skipped a beat. I thought she would be in bed by now, why is she still up? “Indeed.” She stands there watching the stars and I could not help but steal nces at her.
She might have lost weight but she didn’t lose her beauty. Am sorry,” I say with a low voice, I didn’t want her to hear, I just wanted to put it out to the universe and hope the wind would carry my words to her dreams.
“Four, I have to endure Four more months and we will be free. Right?” My heart ached. She was keeping count like I did. Counting down to the day we get to make that woman pay. “The question is, will we be the same after four months?”