It was almost as if she cleaned the house every hour.
Yet, despite the neatness, there was something unsettling about the silence. It felt too quiet, too perfect — like a storm was waiting to break. Like the calm before an explosion. Like the deep breath a man takes just before he ruins his entire life.
My eyes ran a quick check as if I was expecting to see someone else around the corner. I scanned the curtains. The kitchen door. The passage leading to the guest room. Nothing. Just me and the lavender.
My heartbeat grew even faster as I remembered that my wife had lately started dropping in unannounced. That woman had developed the habit of appearing like a ghost — no call, no text, just knock knock and there she was, asking questions I wasn’t prepared to answer.
My eyes immediately darted at the wall clock.
Time was sharp 1 P.M.
My wife usually left the office at 4 P.M., but Lekki traffic had a way of keeping her out for another one hour, thirty minutes before she finally got home. That was the normal routine. The predictable math.
But for this occasion, I wouldn’t count on that. I had to double-check before I made a terrible mistake.
I picked up my phone. Opened her chat. And typed like a man who had mastered the art of deception.
“Babe, where are you? Will you be going to the market later after work?” I asked with all sense of seriousness, as though I was busy on my job. As though I was seated at a desk somewhere, typing important emails, not standing in my sitting room preparing to commit an unforgettable sin.
“I am at the office. And why did you ask?” She queried calmly. Too calmly. The kind of calm that sometimes meant trouble.
🔥💖”OGA I WAN KNACK”💖 – EPISODE THREE: BODY NO BE FIREWOOD 💖🔥
