I have been married to my husband franklin for years now and never did I expect him to cheat on me,not even think that he would do such with my
mum..
Franklin was a banker and I was a teacher in a renowned secondary school in town.we met on Sunday evening in a fast food not to far from my house….
We talked and enjoyed the evening and also exchanged contacts and our love story continued…we dated for seven months before he proposed and I joyfully accepted…
I shared the good news to my mother ,my siblings and my friends too…I felt a little sad but my dad wasn’t alive to witness it….our wedding was fully attended by people and other went so well…
Ever since I got married,my mum offen pay us visit uninvited ….sometimes,she would stay for some weeks before going back to my father’s house….my mother got married at a tender age of sixteen and she had us before the age of twenty eight….She was pregnant with my brother when my dad died of a car accident… .
And she refused to remarry though we told her to but she refused.
But little did I know that my husband and my own mother do have an affair in my own house when am off to school.
I do leave the house on time before my husband and so don’t know any other thing that happens in the house while am away…
He would be getting ready for work but the moment I stepped out,he would stay back with my mother at home before going to work..
When I was growing up as a young girl,I was told that some young men do love older women ,I never believed it but never did I believe that I will
Eventually gets married to one..
I came back from school one afternoon and saw my mother’s night on my matrimonial bed ,I picked it up and went to my mum’s room and handed it to her”oh I have been searching for it since morning ,it was washed and kept out side maybe your husband took it in thinking it was yours”she lied…
I didn’t say anything else than to go back to my room. While I was in my room some naughty thoughts came to my mind.Because I know that she was wearing that night gown when I left in the morning.But how was it my husband who took it into our room…I immediately waved those thoughts off my mind…”maybe what she said was true …anyways, she is my mother” I said as I headed to the kitchen.