Doctor Gideon's wife 14

Episode 14

Doctor Gideon’s Wife 💔

Sandra was getting more difficult by the day.

Her newest pattern was to make issues out of nothing and would talk about it repeatedly until she leaves for work. And immediately, she steps her foot into the house in the evening, she resumes.

Initially, I thought that keeping mute while she ranted was going to solve the problem but it didn’t.

“So, why you’re not talking is because I am a mad woman, right?, I am a barking dog, I’m just talking n0nsense, right?”. She would always say.

That resulted in me returning the energy.It soon became a ritual for the two of us.

One Tuesday afternoon, she came home with a man in suit.

I watched in confusion as she led him into the living room and offered him a sit opposite where I sat.

I was about to get mad at her before she introduced him to me as her ‘so-called’ lawyer.

” Good afternoon, sir. I’m barrister, Harrison”. He greeted, offering me his hand for a shake but the glance from me made him moved back.

He sat back on the couch. Sandra sat on another couch besides him.

” Mr Gideon, your wife here has told me how you’re refusing to sign the divorce papers. Why?”.

” Good question. I replied, abruptly.

…. You’re a married man, right?. I asked and he nodded in affirmation.

…. Good. Are you still with your wife?”.

“Sir, I’m not here for a question and answer session, this is an official matter”.

“My questions are also official. Answer me, have you divorced your wife?”.

“God forbid, why should I?.. it’s barely two years we got married”.

“So, you’re married?. Your wife is at home and you’re going from one family to the other, advising other men’s wives to take a divorce paper? , breaking people’s home, is that what you do?”

Before he could reply, Sandra cut in.

“Gideon, you have to stop being logical about all these. Or do you like the way we’ve been living?, stop being stubborn and sign this document for me”. She sighed.

“Yeah, I believe you heard her clearly. No one is advising her to take this bold step, only she knows what her eyes have seen”

As he was still talking, an idea crept into my head.

“Bring the papers closer”. I requested.

He smiled satisfactorily, stood up and started walking towards me. As soon as he bent to present the paper, I gave him a hard knock on his bald head. He stepped back and stared in confusion.

“Bring it again”. I said, with one hand reaching for my crutches. Sandra was busy shouting my name.

When he noticed that, he started moving backwards, making for the door, but before he was able to run out, I flung the sticks one after the other at him, he dodged one but the other struck him hard on the waist.

Sandra ran after him.

“Stup!d man”. I cursed.

” That man in there is toxic, you married a toxic man, jeeez!!”. I was still hearing his voice, screaming from outside.

He should thank his stars, I can’t walk, because he wouldn’t had even entered my house in the first place.

“Thank you so much, my dear”. I was saying to my son, as he returned the crutches to me.

Sandra came inside later. And without saying a word to me, she took Emmanuel and went out again. Probably, going back to the shop.

That night, she slept in a separate room with Emmanuel, leaving me alone in our room.

Before I woke up the next morning, she had already left the house.

That wasn’t strange to me anymore, but leaving without dropping my breakfast on the dinning table was not usual.

I limped into the kitchen and there was no food there either.

“How do I take my drugs now?”. I wondered.

At the end, I found half a loaf of bread in the fridge and that, they said, is better than nothing.

I never wanted to involve my mother in all of these, because Sandra had, in one of our arguments, called me a mummy boy and I was going to prove to her that I am not. But the matter was beginning to get beyond my control, so I had to call her that afternoon.

“Obinna, why have you decided to lie upon that innocent girl?. The Sandra I know can never do a thing like that”. My mom was saying over the phone.

I wasn’t surprised by her response, anyone else would not believe it either.

“Mom, it’s fine if you don’t believe me, but you can at least, come over to see us. But don’t let her know you’re coming”

At least, I knew my mom was one person she respected and I was sure she will be the only one to talk some sense into her