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“So Not Love” (Heartbreaking Story (Episode 22) FINALE
“So Not Love” (Heartbreaking Story (Episode 22) FINALE

“So Not Love” (Heartbreaking Story (Episode 22) - A Must Read!

    “Is madam home?” I asked as I glanced up at one of the windows above.

    I realized that Musa was very nervous. He scratched his head and stuttered. “I no sure… E be like so… She been go market before? Maybe she still dey house.”

    I gave him a frown. “Can’t you be decisive about your answer? Is she home or not? How can you be unsure of that when your job is to man the gate and be in charge of who goes out or comes in.”

    He hesitantly answered now. “Oga, she dey house. (Boss, she’s at home.)

    “Good.” I was pleased. I wouldn’t want my wife to be outside in this storm. She was too delicate for such. I directed Musa to walk me to the varendah around the front door and he did, holding the umbrella. When I was safe in the shade of the umbrella, I expected him to turn and return to his post but when he hesitated, I gave him a baffled look. “Is something wrong?” I asked.

    “No ooo, oga…” He glanced at the door. “I just dey surprise to see you for house na. You talk say na until Saturday you go come back. (I am just surprised to see you home so soon. You said that you would come back on Saturday.)” He said.

    “Well, I finished with my business early and decided that there was no need waiting till that said day.” I said to him, wondering if the reason he was stalling was because he wanted to receive his salary in advance.

    “Okay Oga, still welcome.” He said and reluctantly walked away, tiptoeing and trying to avoid little pools of water as he made his way back to his post.

    Giving him a baffled look for a moment, I finally walked into my house and found the living room empty. As I took off my cufflinks after placing my brief case on the center table. Then as I began to loosen my tie, I called out to my wife but there was no reply, the television was on but was mute. As I continued to call out to her and still got no reply, I presumed that she must be in bed, although, it was still 6:30 p.m. As I reached our bedroom door, I opened it and stopped abruptly in shock as I saw my loving wife having s@x with another man on our matrimonial bed.

    I stood there in shock, gaping at them. At first, I wiped my hand over my eyes to be sure that I was neither dreaming nor imagining this but when I looked again, she was still bouncing on the man “Martha!” I uttered in disbelief.

    Startled, she flew off her lover and landed beside him with shock and fear registered on her face as she stared back at me with wide frightened eyes. Her getting out of the way revealed her partner to me and that was even more shocking than catching my wife having s@x with another man because the man she was actually having s@x with was my own blood brother. The shock was too much for me to bear that I had an instant stroke and collapsed to the ground. I couldn’t feel the left side of my body and I felt helpless. I was wrong. I thought Karma was done with me and would pardon me now that I had turned a new leaf but it was not meant to be, it was actually just starting with me.

    I could hear my wife begin to panic as they hurried to me now but she was afraid to touch me for reasons best known to her. From my right eye, I saw my brother squat to take a look at me.

    “Stop panicking.” He said to my wife. “He’s okay. He’s only kind of paralysed. We’ll get him to the hospital as soon as we are done.”

    “Done with what?” I heard my wife asked him in surprise as if already knowing what he meant.

    “I have not even cu!m yet.” He said.

    “Are you crazy?! Your brother had just caught us in bed together and had fallen down and all you can think off is getting your ejaculation?!” She asked him.

    “I thought you said he wouldn’t be coming back until Saturday?!” He accused.

    “That was what he told me?! He told me that he wouldn’t be able to make it on our anniversary, but I didn’t know he wouldn’t keep to what he had told me earlier that he would still try to come on our anniversary day.” She explained.

    “Well, it’s his fault for coming home unannounced, anyway…” He rose and walked to my wife. “… let’s just finish up and find out what’s wrong with him.”

    “No, I’m not doing this.” My wife refused.

    He held her upper arms and tried to bring her up to her feet. “C’mon, you can’t leave me hanging like this.”

    “I can’t have s@x with you!” She stated. “Not when my husband, your brother is helplessly lying on the floor! Let’s just take him to the hospital, what if he dies?!”

    “I’m not going to have blue balls because my brother walked in on us. The earlier we get this done with, the quicker we can get him to the hospital. He tried to pull her up again and she reluctantly let him. She began to grumble but he assured her with the words as he guided her to the bed. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to do me this time, I’ll take charge.”

    I tried to speak as my eye followed them but I couldn’t feel the other side of my face. In despair, I watched my younger brother place my wife on the bed and continued with what they were doing. When he finished after a few minutes, he got up and walked to the bathroom to have his bath while my wife sat on the bed and watched me in dread. Soon, I felt my younger brother and wife lift me off the floor then struggled to get me down the stairs to the car outside. I was put into it and then driven to the hospital.

    When the doctor asked what happened, I heard my brother bring up a lie. “I don’t actually know. He fell down the stairs.”

    The doctor examined me for some minutes then finally turned to them and said, “I’m afraid your brother has suffered a stroke.”

    “What!” I heard my wife exclaim in shock. “At this age? He just clocked forty a few weeks back!”

    “Although older people above the age of 65 years are prone to stroke, young people below 45 are not exempted too.” The doctor explained. “Stroke is caused by when the blood flow to a part of one’s brain is reduced or interrupted. It’s unfortunate that Mr. Daniel here is now a victim.”

    “Will he recover?” My brother asked.

    “It depends on how severe his stroke actually is but for now, you’ll have to leave him here in the hospital with us so we can carry out further tests on him and also care for him in the best way possible.”
    Well, guess what? I never really recovered. I was later discharged and put on some pills and since part of my body was dead, I was confined to a wheelchair. Helplessly, I watched my brother take over my company since he was my next of kin. Not only did I watch him waste my money and almost bankrupt me, I also had to watch him disrespect me by f@ck!ng my wife everywhere in my own house and I couldn’t do anything about it. The only hope I clung to was when my sister decided to move in with us so she could properly take care of me. I never believed the saying “what goes around, comes around” until now and I was stuck, experiencing the same things I had put my ex wife through and the culprit was my own blood brother. I was tempted to spring out of my chair and punch him in the eye when he had boasted to my face about raping Victoria but there was nothing I could do. I could only stare at him, almost drooling on my shoulder like the moron my stroke had reduced me to.

    Guess what, his karma was just waiting around the corner for him too. He was hit by a stray bullet one night while returning from the club with Martha my wife. He had lost control of the wheel and had crashed into a trailer parked on the shoulder of the road. Martha was so injured that her legs had to be amputated while my brother had died on the spot. With the help of my sister, I divorced Martha who began to beg for forgiveness. I willed half of all that I had laboured for to my sister and the other half to charity while I remained confined to the wheel chair for the rest of my life, regretting all I had ever done to those I felt were below me. I wished I was dead, because death would have been more suiting than this living torture I called life.

    THE END!!!

    Hmm! What a wonderful story right?

    There is nothing we do on this earth that does not have reward, either good or bad. Someone cannot plant a maize crop and be expecting to harvest cassava from it because whatever a man sow he shall reap.

    We appreciate God for the success of the story, may His name always be praised.

    I’m grateful for your likes, comments, word of encouragement and prayer, may God honor you in Jesus name. I also say thanks to some people that help me in one way or the other. May the Almighty God bless you and reward you bountifully in Jesus name.

    Thanks so much and have a blessed day!


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