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Re[story] Misplaced trust (true life story) episode 4

Misplaced trust (true life story) episode 4 Read below~

When he returned, he grabbed and began to kiss

me as though that was our first kiss.

In my head I wondered what his game plan was

until his tongue began to wander feverishly in my

mouth and left a metallic object in it.

I broke from the kiss and spewed the object into

my palm only to see it was an engagement ring.

Faster than light can travel, my eyes moistened

at the surprise he pulled off on me.

I looked up and found him kneeling on one foot;

the hallowed words from his lips took my breath

away, “Baby, will you marry me?” Desperately, I

gasped for breath, I had to blurt out my answer

as if I waited a second longer he would take his

request back, “Yes, I will!”

I leapt from the tub and kissed him with tears

flooding from my eyes.

From that day our wedding plans began in

earnest; I made sure all my friends and work

colleagues got a good look at my engagement

ring.

I worked like an ant to make sure no detail was

left out in my wedding plans.

Dayo’s family could not wait to see us get

married, especially his mother and sisters.

Our wedding reception was grand and stylish; we

had a very romantic looking table with white

linen tablecloth covered with a pink overlay.

I made sure our event planner tucked in a tiny,

perfect rosebud into each guest’s pale pink

napkin.

A centerpiece included varieties of pink blooms,

such as roses, orchids and tulips. We had masses

of candles to warm everyone’s heart. We floated

them in glass bowls in various heights on tables.

We had table cards printed with the “firsts” of

our romance. The two of us wrote those

together.

We used them instead of standard table numbers

— for example, one table was “First Kiss” table

and another was “First Date” table and so on.

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After the wedding, we spent two weeks in São

Tomé and Príncipe in a hotel overlooking the

sea. Dayo’s uncle had paid for that as his

wedding gift to us.

I will save you the details of what happened on

the beach over there in São Tomé and Príncipe.

However just five months after our wedding, my

fairy tale romance with Dayo came crashing like

a pack of cards.

I was washing his clothes when I found a note in

his trouser pocket which read, “Baby, I will be

waiting for you in the hotel room. Don’t give me

any excuses this time.”

Unbelievably I stared at the note as my heart

threatened to stop. Hot tears ran down my face

and my head felt light. I began to cry.

In the dream land where my kind of love evolved

from, men don’t cheat and not one of my

imaginary lovers cheated on me.

With my feet wobbly, I stood up and reached for

my phone and called Shola, Dayo’s younger sister

who had come to be a b—m friend of mine.

I cried so hard on the phone she thought I was

going to die. When she came over and saw the

note I found in her brother’s trouser pocket, she

was struck dumb.

We couldn’t reason our way around the evidence

of infidelity before us.

Dayo was out supervising work on the house we

had acquired. Before he could get home I had

packed my things and moved into another room.

When he returned home and I confronted him

with the note, he vehemently denied knowledge

of it.

To me his denial of having no knowledge of the

note seemed quite genuine. He was mad with me

for even entertaining the thought that he could

cheat on me.

My heart was in tatters, I did not know what to

do or believe. I had never been cheated on

before. Dayo was my first love.

To save our marriage, Dayo brought the matter

to the knowledge of his family members and

mine………

To be contiued.

Posted by on January 19, 2019.

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