Chapter 21EYAREI woke up to the chatter of birds chirping. With my eyes still closed, I searched for her but my hands came up empty.The bed was still warm. Her scent filled my nostrils and I breathed in deeply. I loved waking up with her in my arms. Where could she have gone? I heard the creaking of the bed and felt it dip. Her scent was stronger now."Come here!" I said. My arms outstretched.I frowned when she didn't fill them, but I was rewarded with her warm body against mine some seconds later. "Baby, where did you go?" I pouted. "I missed you." She didn't respond, so I opened my eyes.She was smiling mischievously, a matchstick in her hand, poised against my ears. I knew what she was about to do. She thought my eyes were still closed, so I clamped them shut and lunged at her.She squealed and started giggling as I tickled her. The matchstick dropped from her fingers and I got up and pinned her to the bed, holding her captive with her two hands. She was grinning from ear to ea

Chapter 23OSAGIEDEI looked at him while he slept.I couldn't stop myself.Before I knew it, I began caressing his handsome face. I traced his well-defined jaw, feeling the rough stubble beneath my finger tips. I took in his full lips. These lips have done a number on me many times. They were slightly parted, a light snore filtering through them.My heart squeezed with love for this man --- my husband.He was everything Geoffrey wasn't --- kind hearted, selfless and patient. Too patient, but most of all, he was a wonderful father. I was so honoured to have him as my husband.I should never have gotten back with Geoffrey. What the hell had I been doing all this while Cavorting like a damn prostitute.Sobs racked my body once more, as words spilled unheeded from my lips.Forgive me my love, forgive me for all the wrongs I've caused you... two times over.He stirred beside me and my heart leapt into my mouth.Had he heard me?Oh God, I hope not. I couldn't stand any form of scorn from hi

Chapter 25OSAGIEDEThe door of the sitting room opened and closed, informing me that someone had come in. It was faint, but I'd always prided myself on my good hearing.I checked Eseosa to see if she was still sleeping. Little noises startled her these days. Luckily, she was still fast asleep.The house was quiet. Mum and dad were not yet awake, thankfully. I lied to them Eyare went for a business meeting and wouldn't be back home last night. I didn't want them to think we were having issues in our marriage. Truth is, our marriage was close to perfect. Better than most I"d heard of. I just didn't think I'd see the day Eyare would spend the night out of his matrimonial home.Was he having an affair?I pondered on this for a bit. I didn't think so.I hadn't been able to sleep at all last night. I was sick with worry and anger. I had oscillated between those two emotions all night. Another emotion had added itself to the duo --- fear.I was scared. Scared of the unknown. Scared somethin

Chapter 27EYAREShe broke the silence first. "The name's Imade." Her eyes flicked from the road and landed on me. Piercing eyes that assessed me. I knew she was waiting for me to reciprocate in kind, so I had to say something."That's a great name you have. How's it working out for you?"She smiled. "It means I did not fall."I nodded. "Yes, I know." And I fell silent. I realised she was waiting for me to introduce myself. This was evident as her eyes left the road once more and settled on me, with raised brows."I'm sorry Imade, my name is Eyare Osazuwa. I'm not just in a good place right now, please forgive me."There was a pause before she tentatively replied. "Are you by any chance related to the Osazuwa family? You know --- the great king of Ozala town?"As soon as she asked the question, I expected to feel the familiar tightness in my chest as I normally would when it popped up. Instead, I felt peace and I knew just what it was.I had finally come to terms with who my father wa

Chapter 29GBOYEGAThe next few days became hectic at work.It didn't help that Elza and the kids were around. I mean I love my wife and children, granted, but whenever I get home after a hard day's job, I just wanted to rest.Francis is mini - me. He's a split image of me at 11. He liked to play pranks. He hides the Tv remote at exactly the time when all I want to do is put my feet up and watch football.Stacey is like her mum. At just seven years of age, she likes to cook.I know what you're wondering. How can a seven year old know how to cook?Well my daughter Stacey is a whiz at cooking jollof rice.No jokes. Of course she's always supervised by her mum.As soon as I walked into the house, Stacey threw herself at me, almost knocking the breath out of me. She forgot she was not a baby anymore. She was almost as tall as Francis and he was almost as tall as me, and I was quite tall at 6 feet.No surprise where they got their genes from.Elza on the other hand was petite, at 5'3.Stace