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When A Woman Cheat - Episode 1

After the beating last night I decided to hwad home early. I wasn't ready to get another beating when my body hadn't healed. I would just have to finish off my work from home. As I drove home I played "Who am I" by the casting crowns. I usually played gospel just to lift up my spirits. No one had any idea as to what my life was like. People had never been in my shoes and those who I had tried telling had judged me. I had tried to leave once and had actually left home for a month before Caleb caught up with me. It was then I suffered the worst beating of my life.

"The only way you get to leave my house honey is when I decide you can go," he had hissed when I came to.

I was back in our matrimonial home and I cried when he told me that. I had prayed and prayed for a miracle but nothing. I sighed again as I thought of my pathetic life. On the outside I seemed happy but if one could look into my soul they would see how bruised it was. I pushed back the tears that stung my eyes. I was almost home and prayed that Caleb wasn't there yet. At one time I wished I could have gotten a glimpse into my future then I wouldn't have accepted his marriage proposal. I hooted at the gate when I got there. I sat in the car staring at my well manicured lawn on the outside. Caleb liked to have the perfect looking home so we had hired the best landscapers. He had ambitions of running for office soon and so we at times hosted really important people for dinner. And I was hoping that wasn't the case as I drove into the yard as I spotted his car and a grey Amarok.

I got out of the car and grabbed my bags before greeting the gateman. I slowly walked into the house fully hating the evening ahead. I would be forced to pretend to be the obedient and happy wife. The little wife who was lucky to have Caleb as her husband. I pushed away the angry thoughts lest he see my expression. I plastered a smile on my face as I placed my bag and laptop on the dining table then walked to the living room where I heard voices.

"And there she is!" Caleb exclaimed as he jumped up from his seat.

He walked over to me and pulled me into his arms for a kiss. I cringed inward but didn't show it as his lips brushed mine. I wish he knew how much I loathed him. The person he was with cleared his throat making Caleb pull away from me then place a possesive arm round me.

"Dawson,meet my lovely wife Kasamba. Baby,meet Dawson my childhood friend," he said.

I stared at the man who was standing in my living room wearing a grey suit and black shirt. He stepped forward and extended his hand to greet me. I reluctantly reached for his hand. I stole a quick glance at his face as we shook hands. He was caramel skinned and when he smiled he revealed dimples. He was probably one of the most handsome men I had ever seen.

"Welcome into our humble home Mr....."

"Call me Dawson," he said quickly as his eyes went to Caleb.

I nodded then turned to Caleb. "How was your day babe?"I asked as sweetly as I could.

"It was good. Seeing Dawson just made it better."

I forced a smile. "Let me just freshen up before I get supper started unless you want me to get you something before I go," I said.
"Just some more ice will do," Caleb said as he realeased my waist.

I nodded and turned to leave before I stopped. "What would you like to eat?"

"Surprise us."

I nodded then hurried to the kitchen. The maid was still there. Most days she knocked off at eighteen thirty. I greeted her and asked her to remove some steak for me from the fridge as I filled the ice bucket with ice and put a bottle of wine in the freezer to chill. When I was done I hurried to the living room. The two were engrossed in their conversation that I wasn't noticed and for that I was glad. I then picked my stuff from the dining table and hurried to the bedroom. I quickly undressed and stepped into the shower. When I was done I applied lotion and make up to cover up my brusied eye then pulled on a vest and chitenge with house slippers before I headed to the kitchen. The maid left as soon as I walked in. I got some baby pototoes and threw them into a pot to cook and when I was done I marinated the steak. Caleb loved his meat.

As the steak marinated I took some cauliflower from the fidge and washed it before I place it into a pyrex dish then poured some cream and grated cheese over it before slipping into the oven. I then placed the steaks on the grill and made sure not to let them get to well done. Medium to well done was the preferred way to have it. I then started making pepper and mushroom sauce to put over the steaks. When I was certain that the steaks were okay I got some carrots, baby marrow and peppers to saute. As the veggies cooked slowly I went to set the table.

You see my so called husband had enrolled me in a crash course to learn culinary skills. I set the table nicely then went to dish out the food and place the wine on the table. I then called the men.

"Mmmmm,something smells really nice," Dawson said as we walked to the dining room.

By now he had discarded his jacket and had unbuttoned his shirt and had rolled up his sleeves.
"Kassie here is a queen in the kitchen. She is as good some of these chefs in the hospitality industry,"Caleb said proudly as he pulled out a chair for me.

I sat down quickly as I waited for the men to sit. Caleb liked to be praised and he also loved it when I made him look good. Through out the dinner Dawson complimented the food.

"Home cooked meals are better than take away," he said as he pushed his plate away.

"Indeed," Caleb said as he lifted his wine glass.

I barely spoke through the meal unless I was asked a direct question. When everyone was done with the meal I stood to start clearing before Caleb spoke to me.

"Babe,Dawson will be moving in with us until he is done with building his house."

I could see him watching me waiting for a reaction; and I knew the wrong reaction would earn me a beating later. I smiled.

"He is welcome. I hope he will enjoy his stay with us."

I then cleared the table quickly then went to load the dish washer. I cleaned the rest of the kitchen before checking on the men. Caleb asked for coffee and some biscuits which I served on a tray. When I was done I went to the bedroom and did some work. Around twenty two I called it a night then slid into the covers.My dear husband came to bed around midnight.

"You were a food girl tonight babe and you know how much I love that," he said as he nibbled on mg ear.

I knew what that meant so I slowly turned and allowed him to do as he pleased.

I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling as I p the events of the day. I had just returned to Zambia after working for the world bank for four years. I wanted to go into business seriously and had spent my morning in meetings with potential partners. I had been staying at Radisson blue hotel from the time I came back but when Caleb and I hooked up he insisted I stay with him.

"Won't your wife mind?" I had asked worriedly.

He ahd chuckled. "I am the head of the home and what I say goes."
I hadn't wanted to say anything but when Iet her there was this sadness about her that she hid well. If you weren't observant you wouldn't notice it neither would you see how she tensed up when Caleb touched her. My heart told me that there was more to her forced smile and sad eyes but I told myself prying wasn't my business.

I turned on my side as I tried to push the beautiful Kasamba out of my mind. I was here to set up my business and nothing more. Worrying about someone's wife wasn't my mission. Besides maybe I was reading into something that wasn't there. I flicked off the bedside lamp and willed myself to sleep. I had a busy day ahead. Caleb wanted to introduce me to a few people he called influential and one who owned an emerald mine and needed a partner.

To be continued


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