A Confuse Cheater Episode 4

The moment I stepped inside, my children ran toward me like they had been waiting forever. My daughter hugged my legs tightly, refusing to let go. My son climbed onto my lap, coughing softly. My wife stood by the door, watching everything quietly.

“I missed you,” my daughter whispered.

That was when I broke.

I held them close, breathing in their familiar scent, realizing how much damage I had caused in such a short time. That night, I apologized to my wife. I promised her truly this time that I would spend more time with my family. She didn’t say much, but she stayed close to me, like someone afraid I might disappear again.

At midnight, my phone vibrated.

Chioma was calling.

My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I lay still beside my wife, staring at the ceiling, afraid even to breathe. Picking that call would have been suicide. One wrong move, one whispered “hello,” and everything would collapse.

The phone stopped ringing.

I didn’t sleep that night.

The next morning, something unexpected happened. My children insisted on following me to work.

“Daddy, please,” my son begged. “We want to see where you work.”

I hesitated, but my wife smiled faintly.

“Let them go,” she said. “They’ve missed you.”

On our way, I felt oddly happy like a normal man with a normal family. For a brief moment, I forgot about Chioma, forgot about the lies.

As I was about to enter my workplace, my wife suddenly ran after us.

“Raymond!” she called out. “You forgot this.”

She handed me my lunch pack. We stood there talking casually, my children laughing beside us.

Then I looked up.

And my world froze.

Chioma stood by the gate.

Her eyes were fixed on me on my wife, on my children. Her face drained of color as realization slowly crept in. Time stood still. My ears rang. My heart pounded violently against my ribs.

She knew...she caught me 

Before I could say anything, rush away immediately my wife noticed the tension. She followed my gaze, then she didn't see anything...are you okay...she asked me.. yeah I replied awkwardly

I rushed to Chioma house that day From work 

“Chioma, please,” I begged. “Let me explain.”

She laughed bitterly, tears filling her eyes.

“So you’re married?” she asked. “And you have children?”

I held her hands, shaking. “I wanted to tell you. I swear. I just didn’t know how.”

“You lied to me,” she screamed, pulling away. “You said you were single! You built a whole relationship on lies.”

“I love you,” I said desperately. “I just made a mistake.”

Her face hardened.

“I will expose everything,” she said coldly. “Your wife will know everything. I didn’t believe you were married, but now I see the truth.”

I begged her. I knelt. I promised anything she wanted. But she walked away.

Weeks passed, but peace never returned.

Chioma now knew I was married, and she became someone I no longer recognized. She called me constantly, threatening to tell my wife everything. Sometimes she cried. Other times she shouted.

“You ruined my life,” she would say. “I deserve justice.”

I couldn’t think straight anymore.

At work, I was distracted. At home, I was distant. Every ring of my phone made my heart stop. Every time my wife looked at me, I wondered if she already knew. Fear wrapped itself around me like chains.

If my wife found out the truth, my marriage would collapse. My children would be broken. My perfect life built on lies was cracking.

And the worst part?

I had no one to blame but myself....

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