The Sweet Revenge………….part 2

Suddenly, all my resistance collapsed and I sagged back against the back of her sofa. I tried to speak but my throat suddenly tightened up again, so I took another sip of water.

"It was Fidelia and Dele," I said in a strained tone.

She looked at me uncomprehendingly. "Go on," she said.

"They were there together, in our bedroom. They were . . ." my voice tailed off.

She gasped. "No! That can't be right. Fidelia would never do that!"

The image of the two of them came back to me with full force, and I felt a tear streak down my face. "I never thought she would either," I croaked as the pain in my throat increased.

"Could it have been something else, Femi? Could you have been mistaken?" she asked.

I knew she was trying to help, but that didn't keep my anger from rising. "When I looked in, she was lying on her back with Dele licking her pussy. When I left, he had her heels over his shoulders and was pumping his cock into her. So you tell me, Kike, was I mistaken?"

She flinched at my angry sarcasm. "I'm so sorry, Femi. I wasn't doubting you, I was just hoping there could be some other explanation."

More pain shot through me. "And with Dele Oyebanjo of all people!" I said angrily. "How could she let that big baboon near her?"

"I guess that explains why Dele started taking Fidelia's Pilates class," Kike mused.

"He was taking her class?" I yelled. "She never mentioned that to me."

My anger was still flowing. "Thanks a lot for warning me," I said bitterly.

Kike was hurt now. "That's not fair, Femi. I had no idea there was anything going on between the two of them."

"I'm sorry, Kike," I said, "I didn't mean to lash out at you. It's just that I'm pretty raw right now."

She squeezed my hand. "That's okay, Femi. I can only imagine how you must be feeling."

I stood up. "I have to go," I told her. "I have to go back there and find out what's really happening."

"You're not going to do anything violent, Femi?"

"No, I just need to get some answers."

She squeezed my hand. "Please let me know what happens, Femi. And let me know if there's anything I can do to help."

I thanked her and went back to my car. Driving back to my home I dreaded what was coming. I thought about all the questions I wanted to ask her and I tried to anticipate her probable reaction. I expected tears, denials, and angry words. How should I respond to them? And what about Dele? What if he's still there? I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my system.

When I walked in through the kitchen door, Fidelia must have heard me because she came out to meet me. She was wearing her robe; her hair was wrapped up in a towel. "You're back early," she said brightly. "How was the match?"

"We were rained out," I said in a clipped voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry you didn't get to play," she said. "I'll bet Kike was disappointed."

I just looked at her. I didn't want to make small talk.

"They called about the rain just after we left," I said quietly.

She blinked, but there was no change in her facial expression.

"I came back to the house," I told her. My heartbeat accelerated. "I saw you and Dele together."

Of the many scenarios I had envisioned, Fidelia's response was not one I had anticipated. "I'm sorry you had to see that," she said evenly.

"That's all you have to say?" I asked incredulously. "You're cheating on me and you're sorry I witnessed it? Aren't you even going to say you're sorry for fucking him? How long has this been going on? Don't you have any kind of explanation?"

She crossed her arms and heaved a sigh. "Sit down, Femi," she said, gesturing toward the dinning room table.

"I prefer to stand," I said angrily.

"Suit yourself," she said, and took a chair. I stood there dumbfounded at her total lack of reaction.

"Listen, Femi, we were going to tell you soon anyway, but I guess this just steps up the timetable a little. I'm leaving you. Dele and I are in love, and I'm going to move in with him. We'll get married as soon as the divorce is final."

I decided to sit down; I didn't want to risk falling.

Before I could think of anything to say, she jumped up and said, "Wait here," before disappearing back toward our bedroom. A few moments later she came back, clutching a sheaf of papers. She slid them across the table at me.

"This doesn't have to be acrimonious," she said. "I don't even want any alimony from you. I've taken all the money from our savings account, but that's only fair since I'm leaving you the house. This is a much better deal than you'll get if we go to court, but I'm good with that if you'll sign the papers and let us all get on with our lives."

I looked at the sheaf of papers: it was a petition for a divorce.

"You've already been to a lawyer?" I asked in astonishment. "What about our marriage? What happened to the last ten years we spent together?"

"I'm sorry, Femi. This wasn't something that I planned; it just happened. Just accept it: it is what it is."

"Accept it?" I shouted. "Accept that my loving wife is fucking that asshole Dele Oyebanjo in our own bed? Accept that our marriage is over just like that?"

She stood up. "I'm disappointed, Femi. I had hoped for a more mature reaction from you." She turned and walked back to the bedroom.

I sat there at the table, staring at the divorce petition in front of me and trying to make sense of what was happening. If someone had asked me that morning, I would have told them that I loved my wife and that we had a good marriage. This afternoon I learn that she's leaving me for another man. Talk about cognitive dissonance!

In the quiet I could hear the beep of a phone, and then snatches of conversation.

"He saw us. . . About like you had expected. . . That would be good."

When she came back out she was fully dressed and carrying an overnight bag and make-up kit. "Now that you've forced the issue, I don't intend to stay here tonight. Dele's coming over to get me. We'll come back on Monday while you're at work and get the rest of my things."

"So you're going, just like that?"

"It has to be that way," she said.

"Fine," I said bitterly. "What do you want me to tell our friends?"

She sighed. "Listen, Femi, Dele and I haven't done anything wrong and we don't intend to hide away like criminals. We're going to continue to be active socially. In fact, we'll probably go to the club reception tomorrow evening. You won't have to tell anyone anything because they're all going to know about it anyway."

Just then there was the beep of a horn outside. Fidelia looked out the window. "Dele's here," she said. "I'm going now."

As she was closing the door, she leaned back in to look at me. "Just sign the papers, Femi. The sooner you do, the better it will be for all of us." Then she was gone.

I don't know how long I sat there. Emotions flickered through me like the cars of a train rushing through an intersection. One minute I  was boiling with anger; the next I remember happier times and be filled with sorrow. I told myself I  treated her like a queen; then I wondered what I  had done to drive her away. "I'm better off without her," I repeated; until I was filled with loneliness.

To be continued........................