A TALE OF LOVE AND BETRAYAL
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Episode 1
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Episode 1
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Story Narrated by Belinda,
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Good evening friends, my name is Belinda, & what I give you guys is the story of my life. A story of pain, love & sadness. A story of lost hope, betrayal & death. A true-life event that turned my life upside down.
Where do I start?.
I guess I have to start from the major episode, the night that changed my whole life.
Story Narrated by Belinda,
.
Good evening friends, my name is Belinda, & what I give you guys is the story of my life. A story of pain, love & sadness. A story of lost hope, betrayal & death. A true-life event that turned my life upside down.
Where do I start?.
I guess I have to start from the major episode, the night that changed my whole life.
"MY WEDDING NIGHT"
I write with Tears
____ The dim light of the room was enough to highlight Damian’s body lying under the covers of our bed. His long frame was silhouetted delicately as the sheet & blanket draped over his naked body. Every muscle of his slender frame was showing through the somewhat thin fabric he placed
over himself as I walked slowly and purposeful towards him, on getting close he grabbed me tenderly, cuddling me into his warm embrace as we coupled together.
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Episode 2
The slide of his softness on my wet sensitive walls was so
tantalizing. It was a feeling that I
could never describe. I intertwined my hand into his, held it & closed my eyes while his heartbeat pounded a rhythm against my body.
Falling asleep, I prayed for our love to forever be strong, but unfortunately, I woke up the
following morning to see a knife buried in his chest. Our bed
sheet soaked with blood.
I couldn't believe my eyes, I couldn't believe it was all real. I held my dead husband & looked
around.
"No! this can't be happening" I breathed, trying hard to control myself. But it was all real,
Damian was cold and still. He was dead for real.
"Nooo"!!!! I sobbed quietly, wondering what to do, wondering the next step to take.
There was any doubt, I was about experiencing a very terrible twist in my life. Damian was definitely murdered by someone who was so desperate to destroy my happiness. I sat down on the floor while my mind flashed back to how I met my husband.
After NYSC, early the previous year. I came to Abuja to live with my elder brother who was a
doctor in one of the city hospitals. He had no problem getting me a good job in a very popular
construction company inside the city. Seriously I counted myself as a very lucky girl because I was the first to get a job among all my
classmates & friends. I started work in Damian's office as a secretary & that was when my life took a dramatic turn. Damian who was my boss, a white & an American citizen quickly took interest in me. He was so sweet & caring but equally a womanizer. Everyone warned me to be careful. My colleagues advised me to be professional when dealing with him and never give into his demands, which I obeyed. But surprisingly he continued disturbing me, even after turning him down so many times. The more I turned him away, the bolder he got.
This continued until I finally gave into him. We had a very sweet relationship that soon became the talk of the town. As our relationship progressed, I starting getting threats from his old girlfriends both in Nigeria & abroad, but it never stopped me from giving up on him.
Three months into the relationship, he proposed to me & met my people, drawing another shock from everyone, especially the white community.
Our marriage was quickly fixed & I insisted for it to be done in Nigeria because of my family &
friends which he accepted without hesitation. Damian's mother, family members & friends arrived the country two days to our wedding. I had a very long talk with his mum & cousins who all tried to be nice to me even though the resentment on their faces were noticeable.
The church wedding and reception went very well. Damian really spared no cost in organizing
the whole show. We planned traveling to Dubai the next day for our honeymoon, which made us spend our first night as husband and wife in his big house where almost all his family members & friends slept.
Anyone of them could have crept into the room as we slept & struck him, but there wasn't any
doubt I would be the major suspect....
"Oh no," I wailed with a loud voice, drawing the attention of everyone in the house. Within minutes, almost every member of the white community was in Damian's house.
could never describe. I intertwined my hand into his, held it & closed my eyes while his heartbeat pounded a rhythm against my body.
Falling asleep, I prayed for our love to forever be strong, but unfortunately, I woke up the
following morning to see a knife buried in his chest. Our bed
sheet soaked with blood.
I couldn't believe my eyes, I couldn't believe it was all real. I held my dead husband & looked
around.
"No! this can't be happening" I breathed, trying hard to control myself. But it was all real,
Damian was cold and still. He was dead for real.
"Nooo"!!!! I sobbed quietly, wondering what to do, wondering the next step to take.
There was any doubt, I was about experiencing a very terrible twist in my life. Damian was definitely murdered by someone who was so desperate to destroy my happiness. I sat down on the floor while my mind flashed back to how I met my husband.
After NYSC, early the previous year. I came to Abuja to live with my elder brother who was a
doctor in one of the city hospitals. He had no problem getting me a good job in a very popular
construction company inside the city. Seriously I counted myself as a very lucky girl because I was the first to get a job among all my
classmates & friends. I started work in Damian's office as a secretary & that was when my life took a dramatic turn. Damian who was my boss, a white & an American citizen quickly took interest in me. He was so sweet & caring but equally a womanizer. Everyone warned me to be careful. My colleagues advised me to be professional when dealing with him and never give into his demands, which I obeyed. But surprisingly he continued disturbing me, even after turning him down so many times. The more I turned him away, the bolder he got.
This continued until I finally gave into him. We had a very sweet relationship that soon became the talk of the town. As our relationship progressed, I starting getting threats from his old girlfriends both in Nigeria & abroad, but it never stopped me from giving up on him.
Three months into the relationship, he proposed to me & met my people, drawing another shock from everyone, especially the white community.
Our marriage was quickly fixed & I insisted for it to be done in Nigeria because of my family &
friends which he accepted without hesitation. Damian's mother, family members & friends arrived the country two days to our wedding. I had a very long talk with his mum & cousins who all tried to be nice to me even though the resentment on their faces were noticeable.
The church wedding and reception went very well. Damian really spared no cost in organizing
the whole show. We planned traveling to Dubai the next day for our honeymoon, which made us spend our first night as husband and wife in his big house where almost all his family members & friends slept.
Anyone of them could have crept into the room as we slept & struck him, but there wasn't any
doubt I would be the major suspect....
"Oh no," I wailed with a loud voice, drawing the attention of everyone in the house. Within minutes, almost every member of the white community was in Damian's house.
Episode 3 next
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