My Desperation For A “Mrs” Title
MY DESPERATION FOR A 'MRS' TITLE. . It was a beautiful Saturday. Two weeks to making one of the best decisions of my life. I will finally walk down the aisle with my lover of two years. I have prayed, and hoped for this day. After speaking with Raymond the night before. I noticed he […]

MY DESPERATION FOR A 'MRS' TITLE.

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It was a beautiful Saturday.

Two weeks to making one of the best decisions of my life.

I will finally walk down the aisle with my lover of two years.

I have prayed, and hoped for this day.

After speaking with Raymond the night before. I noticed he didn't sound too good on phone.

I became worried even after he told me all was fine with him. I decided to pay him a surprise visit.

On getting to his apartment. I knocked without him coming to open the door.

Thanks to my spare key. I opened the door, and what welcomed me left me agape.

Bottles of hard drinks, and some whitish stuffs littered in the living room.

I was angry and took one of the bottles to go ask Raymond what those drinks were doing in his apartment.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I opened the door to his room. I saw my man, my own Raymond sleeping naked with two ladies beside him.

The bottle in my hand fell and broke on the tiled floor. This got them awake.

Raymond wasn't in his right state. He was still staggering when I left in anger.

An unforgettable day of my life. I got back to my apartment and cried all day.

All that happened seems more like a dream. The Raymond I know doesn't drink. He won't even allow me take a drink that contains 1% alcohol when we go out on a date. He was more spiritual than I.

Gosh! I've been deceived.

It's 7p.m. I heard a knock on my door. It was Raymond. I refused to open the door. Yet, he kept knocking and wouldn't leave.

After 45minutes of keeping him outside, I allowed him in.

He apologised. He claimed it was a mistake. He didn't know what came over him.

His many pleas fell on deaf ears. Still, he didn't give up.

He talked about how it seems more like a spiritual attack on our marriage, and he was going to go for Deliverance.

That was the consolation I needed. And, my gullible self fell for it.

I couldn't bring myself to cancel my wedding coming up in two weeks. How will I face friends and families? People will mock me. Almost, all my friends were married. I can't wait to show off my diamond wedding ring. The eagerness to be addressed as 'Mrs.'

I kept praying for the deliverance of my marriage from spiritual attacks.

The night to my wedding day, I felt uneasy within me. I remembered my mum asking if all is fine. And, if I will love to go on with this journey.

I faked a smile and told her, I was fine.

I felt it was the spiritual attack as Raymond said. I kept rebuking every attack on my marital life.

The D-day came, and we were happy. The wedding went well to the glory of God.

It was a wonderful experience spending the rest of my life with the man I so loved.

Five months after our wedding. I started noticing some strange happenings. Raymond comes home late. He kept owing to much work at the office.

Then, on a Saturday morning when I was about to use the washing machine for our laundry… a condom fell from his pocket.

Wawu! Condom!!!

But, we don't use them…


This was the beginning of the problem I'm in today.

I hope you've learned one or two lessons already?
Would you love to read the concluding part? Type “I can't wait” in the comments section.

Thanks for reading. I hope you won't waka pass without leaving a comment.😉😁

Oya…😋😋😋

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