The Unfaithful wife episode 14

THE UNFAITHFUL WIFE
By: Ebube Nwuze
Episode 14
It was agreed that I will have another
fertility test the next day. Lawyer Oscar
Brew will however not mention the
name of the hospital to me. Obviously,
he wanted to make sure that I would
not know the hospital so that if I had
manipulated the two that had given me
a clean bill of health, I will not be able to
do the same where he was taking me to.
I left his office that day very hopeful. We
drove back home. I called my hospital to
find out how my colleagues were doing.
“We are doing well, Isaac. We can’t wait
to have you back. We hope you will solve
whatever problem has plagued you so
you return to work sound and happy”.
Dr. Boateng, one of my colleagues at the
hospital where I worked said.
That evening, after supper, John, Efe and
I sat in the living room to discuss the
latest development.
“I am really surprise, Daddy. So does it
mean that the result from the first
fertility centre was wrong?” Efe asked.
She was as happy as a happy puppy.
“Hopefully, it may also turn out that the
result of the DNA tests too were wrong”
John said, smiling.
“That is what I am hoping will be the
case. I will ask my lawyer if the court will
grant us a second DNA test. You may
never know,” I opined.
We went on and on about the
possibilities. The prospects that I may be
the biological father of Peter and Pamela
after all, kept me excited. Then I noticed
Efe was yawning. I said it was time to
call it a day. We all got up, bade each
other good night and headed for our
respective bedrooms.
The next morning, I was up very early
only to find that my driver was already
up and waiting for me. I quickly had my
bath and dressed up, hopeful that the
day will be fruitful. We left the house
before 7:00 a.m., after our morning devotion,
arriving at Lawyer
Oscar Brew’s office at 7:20 a.m. He was
waiting for us in his car. The moment he
saw us, he signalled us to follow him.
Then starting his engine, he got going.
We followed. Ten minutes later, we
arrived at the Ave Maria International
Hospital. I knew the place. It was a
private facility, one of the best in town.
We parked the car and followed Lawyer
Oscar Brew inside. We went down a
corridor and came to a door. On the
door was written Dr. Chimaobi igwe. He
knocked, opened and entered.
Dr. Chimaobi welcomed us. He was a tall
and lanky man. He was a Nigerian but ,
was a trained German Doctor.
Apparently, my lawyer had already
briefed him about our mission. He got
up and asked that we follow him. We
did. A few seconds later, we found
ourselves in a laboratory. There were all
kinds of sophisticated gadgets there,
some, even as a medical doctor, that I
had not seen before.
This time, the doctor did not require my
semen. He switched on some of the
equipment, asked me to stand on one
and place all five fingers of my right
hand on a scanner. I did. We waited. My
fingers appeared on a TV screen. We all
waited. About two minutes later, a green
light began to beep on the screen.
“Finished” he said and then turned to
my lawyer. “Your man is very fertile and very
okay. I will
print the result of this test for you” he
said. Relief swept through my entire
body. I felt weak at the knees Dr.
Chimaobi printed the result for us. Then
we all returned to his Consulting Room.
He sat down and explained to us the
process he used to determine whether I
was fertile or not.
“As you can see, Dr. Ofori-Mensah is very
fertile. We have here the latest and most
advanced equipment in the world for
testing the fertility of both men and
women. The green light which beamed
indicated he is fertile. If the light had
turned red, it would have meant he is
not fertile,” the doctor said.
I was jubilant! I was fertile after all. This
meant that I could father a child. I
resolved to do another DNA test and
quietly prayed that the result, like the
fertility test, would also prove that I was
the biological father of Peter and Pamela.
Lawyer Oscar Brew thanked Dr. Chimaobi Igwe .
Then we left. At the car park, the lawyer
told me he smells a conspiracy against
me.
“I am willing to bet that the DNA test
which was presented to the court was
false. Somebody made sure the wrong
results was written. I am going to find
this out and if true, we shall sue the
hospital and the individuals involved,” he
said.
Though I nodded in agreement, I really
did not care about suing anybody. To
have found out that I was fertile after all
and that was very good news for me. All
that I wanted now was to have another
DNA test and be told the result proves I
was the biological father of my children.
“We are going to sue each of the health
facilities GH¢20million each if it turns out
that they lied. The doctors too who
supervised it will be sued GH¢2million
each” he said, beaming with smiles. I
could see that as far as he was
concerned, he had hit a jackpot. His next
statement confirmed this.
Dr. OforiMensah, we need to sign an
agreement. If our suspicions turn out to
be true and we sue them, my law firm
will receive 40% of the total amount of
money we sue them for when you are
paid. Agreed?” he asked me.
I nodded happily. He said in that case,
there was the need for us to return to
his office and sign the agreement. So,
we headed for his office where the
agreement was written and signed. I
really was not interested in the money. I
was interested in being told I am the
biological father of Peter and Pamela.
Three days later, I received a call from
Lawyer Oscar Brew. He said he had filed
an appeal at a High Court in the face of
the new evidence we had. The case was
scheduled for a week’s time. He
informed me that Nora’s lawyers had
been served.
“Okay, but my ex-wife is out of the
country with the children” I said.
“No. they are back in the country. They
are living at North Legon in a house
bought for your wife by your friend,
Edwin and do you know that your
friend is no more?” he said.
How, when, what happened? ” Edwin died in motor accident”. I was surprised at this
information from my lawyer.
“Oh! I see! How did you get to know all
this?” I asked him, impressed.
“Well, alongside our law chambers, we
ran an investigative agency. We use it to
fish out needed information that will
assist our cases at the court. I can tell
you for now that we have placed
surveillance on your ex-wife with our
team of investigators so we know
where she is at any particular time” he
said.
I was impressed with my lawyer. The
work he had done so far made me
realize why his services were so
expensive and why he is reputed to be a
crack lawyer.
I began to day dream about me having
my children back. The thought so
excited me sometimes I found myself
dancing though I was a bad dancer.
Peter and Pamela were the love of my
life for whom all the diamonds in the
world cannot compare.
Three weeks after I went on leave, I had
to resume work. I had rested enough
and with all the good news, I looked
forward to joining my colleagues at
work.
On a calm Monday morning in
September of that year, I woke up early,
skipped breakfast and headed for work.
I was driving myself and was in high
spirits. About ten minutes after I left
home, I heard my phone ringing. I
stared at the screen but could not tell
who was calling. I answered the call and
was surprised to hear my wife’s voice..
“Please can we meet? I have something
important to tell you” she said
“ A meeting? What for, Nora?” I asked
her. I was really surprised she had called.
To be continued!
Question: Should Dr Mensah sue those
involved in the fake results?
Even if it means him sueing Nora?
Why is Nora asking for them to meet?
What could she want?

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