I stare at my boss in confusion and sympathy, I have no idea how the accident is related to me or her.
“There are no survivors,” She begins, “It was an head-on collision, apparently the trailer lost control and the driver of the private car was immersed in his iPad, he didn’t see the trailer on his path until it was too late.” She finishes.
I could clearly picture the horrific scene, spilled with blood. I close my eyes in shock as nausea threateningly rises. My unborn baby doesn’t agree with the vivid picture. I part my lips to take in steady breaths, after a few breaths the nausea subsides. I wonder why she is telling me about the accident.
“Deola,” She calls out.
I stare at her response, noting the sympathy in her eyes. I wonder why she feels sympathetic towards me.
“How are you feeling?” She ask. I blink in surprise. “I know you are pregnant,” She answers my unasked question. I smile and lower my eyes in appreciation. The thought of my unborn baby fills me with unexpected joy.
“I don’t know how else to break this news to you,” She begins as apprehension crawls over me. I wait for her to finish, my heart beats fast.
“Your husband was involved in the accident,” my eyes widens uncontrollably. “He didn’t make it.”
I feel the heavy weight of darkness descend upon me and drag me down as I succumb to the tug of helplessness.
“I am so sorry,” I hear the voice say as blackness swallows me and the floor welcomes me.
I walk along the beach, taking a breath of freshness. The past few months have been hectic and frighteningly unbearable.
I lost the baby a few weeks after Lanre’s burial. It was a double blow… losing my husband and baby within a few weeks. I went easily from being a married woman to a widow.
His parents whirled me away for a much needed vacation after the truth came tumbling into light.
Tears slips down my face as I think about how my life would have turned if Lanre had lived.
Would we still be together or divorced? Would our baby have brought the healing we both needed?
Regrets burn as I thought about the words I never said to him… the silent words that revolved around my head. Maybe, it’s for good.
I continue my leisure stroll along the deserted beach as the sun sets slowly.
#Chronicles of an abused wife.
#Written by Mercy Okusun
Episode 2Three months later
We have been married for over two months now and — I just found out I’m pregnant, the obvious result of the rape.
God, I feel so ashamed. My voyage as a wife has been bumpy and humiliating.
He repulses me now, every time he tries to touch me I feel like throwing up — the baby could be the reason behind it though. I dread telling him about my pregnancy because I don’t know how he would react.
He usually has this spell of black moods, it is ill-advised to go close to him when he is in that mood.
He has been possessive ever since we got married, sometimes, he is charming and attentive. He thinks I would go file a complaint at the police station or human right activist.
I chortled at that thought; who would believe a husband raped his wife? You are shocked too, right?
I burst out in laughter before realizing I was in the conference room with some potential clients, I blinked rapidly and the laughter died down suddenly as I felt curious eyes on me.
This was not the time to unleash my domestic problem, I realized. I cleared my throat and gathered my thoughts into the domestic folder in my head. I smiled at my clients to ease the tension and curiosity buzzing within the conference room.
I know as you read this, you are wondering who I am.
My name is Adeola Janet Aderemi, now Mrs. Adeola Janet Coker. I am married to one of the youngest CEO in the country.
Olanrewaju Coker is his name. Lanre, as he is popularly called, is the only son and child of Senator Coker and Mrs. Coker. I smile wistfully as I reminisce a little about the man I fell in love with.
Lanre is over 6 ft. tall, with alert light brown eyes. He has a pointed nose which suits his long face and naturally red colored bow lips which compliments his fair skin.
His black curly hair gave away his Caucasian descendant. I can’t decide if it was love at first sight, especially with the circumstance.
Most ladies wish to be in my position, I would gladly trade my position as his wife with any lady.
I never wish to relive the incident. The incident which has led to a pregnancy — wanted or unwanted?
I sigh mournfully, the darkness of the incident threatens to swallow me. How do I broach the subject with him?
Would I find him in a cheerful mood tonight? Does he have to know? Or should I keep the secret to myself, but for how long?
I resolve within myself to tell him…he has to know. Tonight.
#Diary of an abused Wife
Written by Okusun Mercy