I found my wife’s diary on the dressing table in our bedroom. As a lawyer, I had woken up late, after spending half the night pushing through an urgent application to a grumpy judge on behalf of a company I represented.


My wife, Layla, kept a diary which she locked away, safe from my prying eyes. But today, late for work and in a hurry, she’d forgotten to put it away. Scratching my head, I looked at the diary on the dressing table, wondering if I should open it, thinking: why is she so secretive about it? I hoped she wasn’t keeping something from me.


I picked up the leather-bound journal and caught a waft of Layla's perfume. Newly-weds are not supposed to keep secrets from each other, I thought. Open it! A voice in my head commanded me. You’d be a fool to put it back without reading it.


As I opened the diary and my gaze fell on my wife’s spidery handwriting, my heart thudded. My palms sweated with anticipation. For once, I would explore Layla’s mind without her permission. I felt guilty about invading my wife’s privacy, but the urge to snoop was too strong. I’d reached the point of no return.


I opened the first page, written a few weeks before our wedding. It began: I have doubts about this relationship. Not sure why I find it difficult to warm to Ferruccio the way I warmed to Mike. I miss him so much . . . Layla’s words tore through me. So, this is how my wife, whom I love very much, felt about me


She had lingering doubts about me! Was she still in love with Mike? These thoughts hurt me badly. For the first time, I realised my marriage was on shaky ground.


To be continued…

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I sat on the edge of the bed, wondering if I've made a big mistake by marrying my best friend’s ex-girlfriend. Mike had been my close friend ever since we were six years old. As close as brothers, we had attended the same primary and high schools.

Mike, the fun and outgoing member of the partnership, was blessed with charm, brains and good looks, and grew up to be an affable young man who was a hit with pretty women. Soon Mike had started dating Layla.

But the very first time I laid eyes on Layla, who was then Mike’s girlfriend, I fell for her, too. But I kept my feelings to myself.


Once, when we were still in high school, my mother had said, “Mike got all A’s but you got C’s! What’s so special about Mike? I am sure you can do much better than him!”

During the following school term, I studied hard as if my life depended on it and I did better than Mike! My mother took my school report and showed it to Mike’s mother, boasting, “Look what my son has accomplished. He’s more intelligent than your Mike.” And battle lines were drawn right there.


A stiff competition, encouraged by our overambitious parents, developed between my friend and I, creating a rift between us. If Mike bought a new car, I was under pressure to do the same. a lawyer, Mike’s mother visited my mom and said: “Mike is now a doctor. Whenever I’m sick I’ll get free treatment. And last time I checked, doctors earn much more than lawyers . . .”

As Mike and his mother left, my mother glared at me and said, “We must win this war. You should study for your Master’s degree. We can’t have people looking down on us!”

And immediately I started on my Master’s degree. For a while, our friendship came under great strain because of our mothers’ competitiveness, but eventually we both managed to work around it.


When Mike was dating Layla, his mother didn’t waste any time before the boasting began.

“Have you ever seen such a beautiful woman such as Layla?” Mike’s mother said to my mom.

“She’s so cultured. Mike found wife material. Does Ferruccio even have a girlfriend?” And from that day onwards, my mother started inviting different girls for lunch after church, hoping that I would fancy one of them.

“I want you to marry a girl more beautiful than Layla,” she’d said.

I stood my ground because my heart lay elsewhere. I knew that I've cooked up a heartbreak for myself by loving my best friend’s girl, but that did not quell my silent passion.

“Ferruccio, you’ll find someone to love one day,” Layla said as she rested her head on Mike’s chest. The two lovebirds lay curled up on a sofa – and I felt like a third wheel.

“Ferruccio wants an angel,” Mike joked. “Who knows? One might just fall from heaven right now.”

They had all laughed about it and I resisted the urge to blurt out: “Layla, you’re that angel who fell from the sky and I’m in love with you. It’s just my bad luck Mike saw you first.”


A few months later, Layla and Mike got engaged.“Mike and his mother aren’t wasting any time are they?” My mother commented.

“And you haven’t found a suitable girl yet!” she snapped.

“Mom, I’m tired of this childishness,” I complained.

“I’m my own man. Please stop comparing me with Mike. He leads his life and I lead mine.”

“Don’t talk like a loser,” my mother said.

“Don’t you dare stop fighting.”




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My mother knew me too well. She sensed that it hurt me to see Mike do better in the love stakes. But I could not court other girls when I loved Layla.

Then came tragedy. A few weeks after paying bride price, Mike died in a car accident. I was devastated and regretted all the petty jealousies I'd entertained. The inconsolable Layla turned to me for comfort.


Now, a year and a half later, as I held Layla’s diary in my hand, I wondered if I’d taken advantage of her grief and caught her on the rebound. I asked myself if I should have given her the space to grieve before I proposed. The diary entries showed a woman who felt unsure about her marriage.


Flipping through the diary’s pages I got to an entry written on our honeymoon: If this is supposed to be the happiest day of my life, why am I so sad? Part of me is happy of course. Ferruccio makes me laugh and tries to make me happy, but thoughts of Mike linger like a strong perfume. I can’t shake them off. And this hotel? Why did Ferruccio choose it for our honeymoon? Doesn’t he realise this is the place where Mike and I shared our first kiss? Every corner of this hotel reminds me of Mike. His voice, his infectious laugh and his touch. I desperately miss Mike . . . I cried today, and when Ferruccio asked me what was wrong, I couldn’t tell him the truth. So I lied and said they were tears of joy . . .



To be continued . ..

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“What do you think you’re doing?” Layla had caught me red-handed. Her voice pierced my ears and brought me back to the present.

“Who gave you permission to read my diary? Give it back to me!” And Layla grabbed the diary from me.

“How could you invade my privacy like this?” Layla continued.

“You’re still in love with Mike aren’t you?” I said.

“I’m your husband but your diary is filled with your longing for Mike. Why did you marry me if you loved him so much?”

“Mike is dead. It’s natural that I miss him,”Layla said.

“Our marriage was okay before you read my diary without my permission. The diary helped me to work through my grief without burdening you with disquieting thoughts. Everyone has private thoughts they never share with anyone, and so do I. I wrote that diary months ago – and as you know, feelings change.”


“I apologise for invading your privacy,” I said. “But do you still love Mike?”

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“What does it matter?”Layla asked. “Mike is dead! He's dead and he's never coming back!”

“That does not answer my question, Layla. Are you still in love with Mike?” I demanded.

She shrugged and said “Fine. If you want the truth, I'll tell you the truth.”

“You are a lovely man. I'm fond of you, but you don't excite me the way Mike excited me. Even in death, he still has a hold over me.” For a moment I stared at her in disbelief — Her words pierced me like a sword buried deep within me. My heart was pounding. I felt crushed, broken inside.

“When you approached me, and professed your undying love for me, I was in such a bad place. I was vulnerable.” she continued. “Maybe what I needed was a friend. A shoulder to cry on, not a marriage proposal.”

A sepulchral silence invaded the room.

I could not believe what I was hearing.

Layla tried to speak and I waved my hand in the air “I don't want to hear it.” I said. And I took my car keys and stormed out of the house.


As I was driving, her painful words started replaying like a full length featured film in my head.

“You don't excite me!”

“Maybe what I needed was a friend!”

I must be worthless, I thought to myself. My wife, Layla, whom I love with every ounce of my being chose a dead man over me. It's been a year and a half since Mike died. But still, she hasn't gotten over him.

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When I got kicked out of Club 111 for being too drunk I decided to drive by Mike's grave.

“I can't believe you are still winning even today, Mike.” I said angrily.

“You scored higher marks than me back in school. You were a doctor. I'm just a lawyer. You were engaged to the most beautiful, and most popular girl in school. And I only got to touch her after your death! ”

“Even in death, you're still winning. Your fiancée .. my wife Layla is still pinning over your corpse!”

“I'm putting an end to this competition. I'm returning your woman back to you.”

“And I want you to leave me alone, do you understand me you jealous corpse?” I said, throwing away flowers which were put on his grave.

Frustrated that I was not getting any response from this corpse called Mike I ran back to my car and drove straight back home!

“I want you out of my life” I said to my wife. “I want a divorce”

“Oh my God, Ferruccio” Layla said. “You are back. You are safe. I was worried sick about you. I thought something had happened to you. ”

"You were worried sick about someone you don't even love?” I asked.

"You know what, don't answer. I really thought you loved me. I thought you cared, you know” I paused as tears streamed down my eyes.

“I remember how much you cried while saying your vows. And I thought you shed those tears because you were happy we were getting married” I continued.

“But you were crying because you never got to profess your undying love for Mike in front of thousands of people ”

“It's not true ” she said, shaking her head.

“I'm sorry for everything I said. When I saw you holding my diary, anger overcame me ” She explained.

“Nothing you say will ever change my mind. I want a divorce” I shouted.

“I am sick and tired of competing with a dead man! You don't love me, you never did!”

"Get out of my house" I demanded

“No, baby, no! I shouldn't have said what I said. I was really angry. And now I realize that I should learn to control my anger! I'm sorry.”

Layla took a current diary from her handbag, saying, “Please read yesterday’s entry. I wrote that yesterday at work”

"I decided to come back early to share it's content with you. And then I found you reading my old diary" She explained.

I took the diary and read: I’ve never been so happy in my life. Now that I know him well, my love for Ferruccio grows every day. I sense his love for me deepening, too. No man has ever given me so much love. He’s helped me go through a difficult period in my life, and today I can’t wait to tell him that I’m pregnant. A few months from now we’ll have our own bundle of joy. Life has never been this good!


Do you think Layla is really pregnant or she wrote the diary entry when Ferruccio stormed out of the house?

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