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Authors: Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku
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there’s no love child. You’re pathetic! If you were alive to your responsibilities as my husband, your father wouldn’t have had the liberty to run our home. In fact, your dad did me a huge favour. I finally realized what a fool I was. He gave me the final kick up my butt. When you return to London, send your dad my gratitude.”
Kyle frowned, and pressed the ice pack to his sore jaw. “I haven’t seen my parents since you left. I gave them a piece of my mind. I’m not proud of their actions. And I’m not proud of mine, either.”
Her eyebrows turned upwards as she faced him. His nose was still bleeding. She handed him a pile of tissues. She was tempted to clean him up. But the emotional wounds he meted out on her were still sore.
“Thank you,” he said as he collected the tissues. Then, his fingers wrapped round her wrist. Heat swamped her arm, and her eyes widened.
Oh my goodness! Her heart shrieked.
“I’m very sorry for the hell I put you through. Please forgive me, Alero.”
She tilted her head and tried to wriggle free. But he wouldn’t let her go. “Get your hands off me, Kyle!” she yelled, too frightened at the truth. His touch still lit a lamp in her body. But she must not let him inside her head again.
Kyle let her go.
Alero rushed to the kitchen sink, and splashed cold water on her face.
“I was an ass, and I took what we had for granted, Alero. In the past couple of years, when I came back home, you were always full of questions, when all I needed was peace and quiet and, great sex. Instead, you wanted to know what I had been up to, who I had been sleeping with and you wanted me to talk about work. It was all too much, and I couldn’t handle it. So I stayed away longer and longer.” His voice broke.
She glimpsed the raw pain in his eyes. “What is this, Kyle? Your brand of repentance after the deed? It is too late to apologize. I was full of questions because I wanted to have a relationship with my husband. Was that too much to ask?”
He shook his head, and pulled out his shirt from his trousers. “I know now. I didn’t know then.”
Alero half-turned away from her husband, “It doesn’t take a genius to work that out. You were too busy sleeping with the beautiful models to know I needed your love and affection. Go back to your world of glamour and busy lifestyle. I have found the slow and leisurely lifestyle in Casablanca well-suited to my taste.”
He pushed the ice pack against his chin. And the images of how she kissed his dimpled chin in the early months of their marriage flashed past her head, and she shrank back. It will do her good to recall how sad and miserable she was for most part of their relationship. She stiffened her spine and looked up her nose at him.
“I was stupid, Alero. I really was. When I asked you to be my wife, I thought I was ready to be a dutiful husband. I tried in the first year but when business flourished, I found it difficult to adapt.”
Her fingers quivered, so she put down the glass. “You think sitting at home like your prized possession filled me with untold joy, Kyle? I wanted to open a beauty studio, you said it wasn’t a good idea. I wanted to invite my brothers over, you stalled. I wanted us to try for a child, you said you didn’t want to be an absentee dad. But you remained an absentee husband. Do you have any idea what loneliness does to the soul? Do you?” she wailed. Bitter liquid flushed through her throat. Kyle dumped the ice pack on the kitchen counter.
“There’s no excuse for what I have done, babe. I blamed you in my head for being hard to please. I thought if I stayed away more, on my return, you would be more willing to love me.”
“Great theory,” she snickered. “We grew apart, yes, but I thought, we’ll find a way back. I was wrong. You lost the plot long ago. My husband fathered a child and yet, I remained childless and you stand there talking about us .” Alero stormed out of the kitchen. Kyle
Kyle frowned, and pressed the ice pack to his sore jaw. “I haven’t seen my parents since you left. I gave them a piece of my mind. I’m not proud of their actions. And I’m not proud of mine, either.”
Her eyebrows turned upwards as she faced him. His nose was still bleeding. She handed him a pile of tissues. She was tempted to clean him up. But the emotional wounds he meted out on her were still sore.
“Thank you,” he said as he collected the tissues. Then, his fingers wrapped round her wrist. Heat swamped her arm, and her eyes widened.
Oh my goodness! Her heart shrieked.
“I’m very sorry for the hell I put you through. Please forgive me, Alero.”
She tilted her head and tried to wriggle free. But he wouldn’t let her go. “Get your hands off me, Kyle!” she yelled, too frightened at the truth. His touch still lit a lamp in her body. But she must not let him inside her head again.
Kyle let her go.
Alero rushed to the kitchen sink, and splashed cold water on her face.
“I was an ass, and I took what we had for granted, Alero. In the past couple of years, when I came back home, you were always full of questions, when all I needed was peace and quiet and, great sex. Instead, you wanted to know what I had been up to, who I had been sleeping with and you wanted me to talk about work. It was all too much, and I couldn’t handle it. So I stayed away longer and longer.” His voice broke.
She glimpsed the raw pain in his eyes. “What is this, Kyle? Your brand of repentance after the deed? It is too late to apologize. I was full of questions because I wanted to have a relationship with my husband. Was that too much to ask?”
He shook his head, and pulled out his shirt from his trousers. “I know now. I didn’t know then.”
Alero half-turned away from her husband, “It doesn’t take a genius to work that out. You were too busy sleeping with the beautiful models to know I needed your love and affection. Go back to your world of glamour and busy lifestyle. I have found the slow and leisurely lifestyle in Casablanca well-suited to my taste.”
He pushed the ice pack against his chin. And the images of how she kissed his dimpled chin in the early months of their marriage flashed past her head, and she shrank back. It will do her good to recall how sad and miserable she was for most part of their relationship. She stiffened her spine and looked up her nose at him.
“I was stupid, Alero. I really was. When I asked you to be my wife, I thought I was ready to be a dutiful husband. I tried in the first year but when business flourished, I found it difficult to adapt.”
Her fingers quivered, so she put down the glass. “You think sitting at home like your prized possession filled me with untold joy, Kyle? I wanted to open a beauty studio, you said it wasn’t a good idea. I wanted to invite my brothers over, you stalled. I wanted us to try for a child, you said you didn’t want to be an absentee dad. But you remained an absentee husband. Do you have any idea what loneliness does to the soul? Do you?” she wailed. Bitter liquid flushed through her throat. Kyle dumped the ice pack on the kitchen counter.
“There’s no excuse for what I have done, babe. I blamed you in my head for being hard to please. I thought if I stayed away more, on my return, you would be more willing to love me.”
“Great theory,” she snickered. “We grew apart, yes, but I thought, we’ll find a way back. I was wrong. You lost the plot long ago. My husband fathered a child and yet, I remained childless and you stand there talking about us .” Alero stormed out of the kitchen. Kyle
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