I have really enjoyed filling you in on how I ended up as TK’s wife; it has been therapeutic for me. Reliving these moments have put things back in perspective for me especially now that I’m at a point where I need to make some big decisions…that’s talk for later.
Wait let me check where I stopped so I can fill you in.
Right! TK being married!
I was at my desk in the office one day when this gorgeous mixed race lady walked in. She looked like she just stepped off the cover of Vogue.
She had the most incredibly smooth skin with curly light brown hair and a waist so tiny I was sure my hands could go around it. The only make up visible on her face was a bright red lipstick and she looked absolutely stunning.
Mystery Lady: Hello. I’m here to see Tokunboh.
She had a thick American accent, I wasn’t surprised.
Me: Good Afternoon Ma’am? Do you have an appointment please?
Mystery Lady: No but I’m pretty sure he would want to see me.
Me: Who should I tell him is here?
Mystery Lady: His wife.
Quite frankly I think I lost brain function for a few minutes that day. I can’t remember walking into TK’s office to tell him she was waiting, can’t remember his reaction or what he said. I can’t remember ushering her in, can’t remember packing up my bag or getting into my car.
I drove home in a cloud of tears. I wanted to crawl up into a ball and just disappear. It was bad enough that I was dating my boss but my married boss! I wasn’t that girl and TK had made a big fool of me. Obviously his wife lived abroad because I had been to his house a couple of times and there was no sign of a woman living there but how come no one in the office knew he was married plus I knew he had been dating other women before who got together. I was so confused! There was something fishy but I was too emotionally drained to process my thoughts. No wonder he had suggested we keep our relationship a secret!
His favourite song at the time, Ice Prince’s Oleku came up on the radio and I instantly turned it off. The song always reminded me of him and I was too heartbroken. As I drove past one of the hotels on Ozumba Mbadiwe I remembered a rather steamy weekend I had spent there with Tokunboh about six weeks before and then a thought occurred to me. I hadn’t had a period since then and I hadn’t even realized my period was late. I instantly drove to the nearest pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test kit.
Later that night I was lying on the floor in my living room crying my heart like I had been doing since the two pink lines I was dreading popped up on the stick. I was dating my boss, my married boss, and I just discovered I was pregnant.
I heard a familiar pounding on my front door and I had no doubts that it was TK. I rushed to the door and as soon as I opened it and saw him standing in the doorway I gave him a resounding slap across his cheek.
LOL… oh my God dear diary you should have seen him turn into the incredible hulk, he was so furious.
TK: What the *%@# was that for? Have you lost your mind?
Me: The only thing lost here is all the respect I had for you. Mr. Married Man!
TK: There is an explanation for that.
Me: Save It. its over, don’t even bother explaining.
TK: Why are you always so stubborn?
I rolled my eyes and walked back into the living room, he followed me. I spotted the pregnancy test I had been staring at for hours lying on the floor.
Me; Get out of my house. I said as I picked up the pregnancy test and flung it at him; he caught it with his left hand.
TK: Technically Anjola this is my house. He said. He realized what he was holding and his face instantly went from angry to blank and expressionless.
TK: You just found out?
Me: I thought we were being careful. I can’t explain it but I have to take a blood test to be sure. I said in between sobs.
TK: Actually we had a little “accident” with the protection a few weeks ago. I just didn’t mention it because I didn’t want you to panic and I thought since it was just one time…
I couldn’t believe it! How could he have been so selfish and not tell me the condom had broken? I cut him off in mid sentence.
Me: Just go I can’t deal with this right now.
You won’t believe TK walked out. Dear Diary the arrogant bastard walked out! At that point I knew I had a life changing decision to make.
Diary Of A Bored Housewife is a work of fiction and Names, characters, businesses, organizations, associations, places, events and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, events, locales, associations or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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