Come and see what the man who stood before God and made vows to me has done. To me, the mother of his children. His wife. His helper.

Hmm. I have caught my husband cheating on me. And it is with none other than a colleague from his work. A woman I know. A woman he introduced to me as just a friend.

I remember I saw this lady about two years ago at our baby’s thanksgiving service at church. It was my husband who brought her over. “This is my friend,” he said. So I registered her in my mind as my husband’s friend, the one who came to support us. That was all.

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Ever since that time, she has always been in our lives. In our home. There were times she would pop up at occasions I did not invite her to, occasions where she ordinarily should not be. My husband would say he invited her because she was bored at home. Truth before God, I didn’t really think it was anything serious.

I have been married to my husband for almost ten years. We have had no issues about cheating. Yes, we have quarrels here and there, but the issue of cheating has barely risen in our marriage. So I didn’t suspect him at all.

Towards the end of last year, my husband started doing late nights. He would come back at 12 or 1 from work and say he was with friends. “I was with Ewsi, we were watching the ball game.” Or, “Oh, my wife, the traffic today was crazy, I didn’t even leave the office early.” I believed every word that came out of his mouth.

Then, I started suspecting him, but I didn’t have any proof.

One day, God paved a way for me where there seemed to be no way. My husband slept off while watching sports on YouTube. I listened to the voice in my head, and I picked up his phone. Maybe I should have just left it there, and all this would not have happened.

What I saw was just disgusting. A very disgusting exchange of words between a married man and his coworker. Messages from this lady telling him how she misses his sweet self, wishing she could sleep with him till morning, and a whole lot more. I forwarded the messages to my phone. I tapped him awake from his sleep and confronted him.

I think what hurts me more is the fact that he is not remorseful. He is not even remorseful. Not one bit. At all. I say, not even a little bit of remorse. At least he could pretend to care. He could apologize for hurting my feelings that way. But my husband? He doesn’t care.

After dealing with my husband, I called the lady too. I told her my mind. I asked her to be a woman and leave my husband alone. Now my house is quiet. So quiet. He won’t eat, and neither can I even eat the meal I made for my family.

Now I am here, broken. There is so much uneasiness in me. I am not comfortable one bit here. All is not well with me. I think what I am going through is a broken heart. Because…..

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I want to pack out for some days. Go to a friend’s place to clear my head. To get things set. I don’t know what, but I think I need it. My mind is telling me to report them to their human resource manager. Or to report my husband to his parents. I am just overwhelmed by this whole situation.

The man I trusted, the father of my child, has turned our home into a place of silence and betrayal. And the worst part is the peace he stole. The peace I had in my own marriage, in my own mind. That is what is gone.

—Lina

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