You've called him fifteen times this morning, and the network operator has been saying the same scary thing: "Dear customer, the number you are calling does not have the facility to receive calls at the moment. Please try again later. Thank you." You refuse to believe what your mind is telling you; it can't be true. He loved you, he said so himself. And everything he had done for the past three months spoke volumes about his devotion to you. He was your light in the dark hell of your marriage, the reason you have not listened to the demons who whisper to you when you're alone, giving you promises of a beautiful place once you cross over.

Your mind whipped you back to the first time you met Chima, your lover. You'd gone to the chapel close to your house to pray, talking to God and asking him why he allowed you to marry a man who was your father's age mate. But as usual, God was mute; you had come to realize that even if God heard your prayers, he either didn't want to answer them, or he was just mute.

As you stepped out of the chapel, you started to cross the road to where your car was parked, when you bumped into him. He had been distraught, and had barely noticed that he bumped into you. As he made to leave, you had held him back, wanting to dump your frustration on him. But one look into his eyes had you hooked. His eyes had the kind of sorrow that must have been living in your own eyes. You had calmly asked him what the problem was and he had told you that his wife had left him for his best friend due to the fact that he was fired from his job.

You did not know where the courage came from and you took him out to lunch, where he recounted his woes to you. You had listened quietly, trying to quell the spark of attraction you felt towards him. You had watched his lips move, the words barely registering with you as you imagined what those dark full lips would feel like when they locked with yours; you watched his hands as he gesticulated, hoping that they would roam your body and touch you in all the places that needed to be touched.

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