THE UNFAITHFUL WIFE
By: Ebube Nwuze
“ A meeting? What for, Nora?” I asked
her. I was really surprised she had called.
“Please, I want us to talk over our break-
up and the children. If you don’t want
me again, I will not deny you your
children,” she said.
“Me my children?” I asked. “I thought
you said Peter and Pamela are not my
biological children and you got a DNA
result to prove it. So, why refer to them
as my children?” I asked her.
I heard her sobbing. When she spoke,
her tone was remorseful.
“Darling, I lied. You are their biological
father” she said.
My heart must have skipped a beat. It
was hard to believe that Nora had said
Peter and Pamela were my biological
children. I thought I had not heard right.
“I don’t get you,” I said.
“Honey, Peter and Pamela are your
biological children. I lied when I said you
were not their father. I bribed the
doctor who conducted the test to
present a false result to the court. I also
bribed the fertility centre to give you a
result that will convince you that you are
not fertile enough to be a father. I am
sorry,” she said.
“Nora! Why?” I asked as my heart began
to beat wildly.
“Honey, I am sorry. I am truly very sorry.
When you said you will divorce me, I
became scared because I did not want
you to take the children away from me. I
had to do anything to make sure you do
not take them away from me,” she said.
She was crying. However, I cared less
about her tears. I was rather left
speechless by the callousness of the
woman I had called my wife for many
years. She had not only cheated on me
with my own friend but had done
everything she could to deny me my
children – my biological children!
“Nora, you are wicked! You are a
Jezebel! In fact, you are not fit to be the
mother of our children. You are the devil
incarnate!” I screamed at her.
“I know Isaac, I know! I know I do not
deserve to be your wife! I know I
behaved badly! Please forgive me. I beg
you,” she cried.
“Forgive you? You think it is as simple as
that? Do you know the trauma you have
put me through? Are you aware of the
pain you have subjected me to? Are you
aware I could have died as a result?” I
I had driven off the road and parked the
car. I did not even notice that I was
trembling all over until later.
“Isaac, I have sinned against you, God
and our children. All I want you to do
now is to forgive me. I am very sorry.
Please! I am sincerely sorry. Forgive me.
Isaac, forgive me,” she continued in
Then I asked her why she has now
called me to make the confession. She
could not tell me why though I knew the
answer; her lawyers had been served
our appeal and they knew the game was
up. My estranged wife was therefore
calling to confess because she knew that
she would be jailed if the court heard
“Nora, I don’t know what to tell you now
though forgiveness is out of the
question. We have gone back to court to
have the earlier ruling of the court set
aside. So, let us meet in court,” I said.
She burst into tears again, pleading with
me not to drag her to court. She said she
would be jailed if the case goes to court.
“Isaac, you know it! Please! I beg of you.
I am on my knees. I am begging you in
the name of God and our children. For
the sake of our children don’t do this to
me,” she pleaded.
“Were you thinking about the children
when you cheated on me and in no
place but my own house and our marital
bed? Were you thinking about the
children when you tried to deny them
their father?” I asked her.
My questions were like a hot knife
slicing through her heart. I could hear
her wince as I asked her the questions.
“Isaac! Honey! That is why I say I am
sorry. I know I have behaved badly.
Please forgive me. I beg you,” she
pleaded once more.
“Nora, don’t worry. You would not be
jailed. Have you forgotten that you have
one of the best lawyers who will make
sure you do not go to jail?” I asked, the
“Honey, please. You know no lawyer can
save me from going to jail,” she said.
Then there was a pause. I did not say
anything either. Then she spoke again.
Her voice was calm and resolved.
“I have to take my life then. I cannot go
to jail. Whatever it is, forgive me and
always remind the children I loved
them,” she said. Then she hung up.
As much as I hated my wife for what she
had done to me, I did not want her to
die because I did not want my children
to loose their mum. My love for my
children was stronger than my hatred
for her. So, I tried to call her back, but
she would not pick the call. After trying a
couple of times, I gave up and sent her a
“Your decision to take your life shows
that you are still a heartless woman. No
wonder you want to take your life and
leave your children without a mother.
You know what that is called?
Selfishness. Rot in hell.”
I felt good sending her the text
message. Then I got my car going again,
continuing the journey to my hospital.
Minutes later, she phoned back but I did
not answer her call. My phone rung over
and over again but I refused to pick her
call. Then she sent me a text message. I
scrolled to the text messages part of my
phone and pressed the button on the
inbox. It opened to reveal her message
to me. It read.
“I am not selfish. But I will not allow
myself to be locked up for years in
I decided to ignore her text message. In
the meantime, I was happy to be back at
work. My colleagues were excited to see
me back. Bubbling with energy, I began
work, attending to patients, a few of
whom I knew already.
While attending to a patient, I saw that
Nora had sent more text messages. I
decided not to read them; I simply
deleted them. Then I continued working.
Five hours later, my schedule for the day
came to an end. I got into my car and
headed home. I was half way home
when I received a call from a number I
did not know. Believing it was my wife, I
refused to answer it. My phone kept
ringing till I reached home. After it had
rung for sometime, I decided to answer
it. As soon as I did, my son’s voice came
through loud and clear.
“Daddy!” he shouted.
“Peter!” I responded, my heart melting
immediately. I loved my son and
daughter so much I knew I would not
mind dying for them.
“Daddy, please forgive Mummy, okay. She
is sorry” my son said. His statement took
me by surprise.
“Daddy, Mummy said she had done
some very bad things to you so the
police are going to lock her up for a long
time. She says if you forgive her, they
won’t lock her up. Daddy, please forgive
her. We love her. We cannot live without
her” my son said.
My little boy’s comment pierced through
my heart. It made me hate my wife with
passion. What she was doing, as far as I
was concerned, was blackmail. She
knew I had a soft spot for my children
so she was using them to get me to let
her off the hook.
“Let me talk to your mother” I said, my
voice trembling with anger.
“Mummy is not here” my son replied. I
did not know whether to believe him or
not. Nora was a smart person. She was
using one person she knew I would
“Listen, Peter, your Mummy has been
very bad to me. If you grow up, you will
understand it…I cannot
I did not know what to say. I was
choking on my words. While I was angry
with my wife, I was also not prepared to
take my son through any psychological
trauma. So, I was finding it very difficult
to explain the issue to him.
“Daddy, we beg you. She is our mother.
We love her so much. Forgive her. She
would not do it again. You always said
Jesus said we should always forgive. So
why don’t you want to forgive her?” he
My son had cornered me. He was a
smart kid. I knew I had to play the whole
thing carefully or he would never believe
me again. I began to crack my brains on
how to proceed with my son.
To be continued