His mercy Temisan

Thank God it is Friday
Almighty God, my father pays All my debt

Father I thank you for the Miracle of Sleeping and Waking up

My wife refuses to sleep beside me every Friday just because she says that’s the night her first husband returns to her body

Chapter 2

Melissa was already at the gate when I stepped back into the shadows and held my breath, watching her pass a brown envelope to the plain-looking man who stood like he had been waiting for only her.

He took it quickly and tucked it under his arm as if the thing inside could burn him, then he walked off without even looking back.

Melissa stood there a few seconds like someone counting her steps in her head before she returned through the back door, moving quietly as if she didn’t want the ground to notice her.

I slipped into the kitchen before she came in and pretended to rinse a cup. She entered with her wrapper tied tight, her face calm in a way that annoyed me because it didn’t match what I just saw.

I asked her where she went and she simply smiled the kind of smile someone uses to end a conversation before it starts.

She said she only stepped out to pick fresh air and that I must have imagined anything else. She didn’t raise her voice, she didn’t look scared, she just spoke like a woman telling me to stop digging into ground that had no treasure.

I watched her walk away and something inside me started tying itself into knots.

Sharon avoided me all through the next morning, and for the first time I noticed how she kept checking the time on her phone like she was counting down to something she didn’t want to face. Any small sound from the corridor made her jump a little, then she would stare at Melissa as if waiting to know whether to relax or panic. That girl knew more than she wanted to say, and that made me worry even more.

By the next Friday I had decided I wasn’t going to sit in that house like someone waiting for quiz results. I called James. He didn’t ask too many questions; he just followed me back to the estate and parked a bit far from the gate. When Melissa stepped out again that night with another envelope and handed it to the same man, James leaned forward and whispered that we should tail him. We kept a bit of distance as we followed him through the streetlights until he stopped near a dark blue car. A uniformed man came out of the driver’s seat, saluted him lightly, and called him “Officer Peter.” My heart shifted because this wasn’t looking like romance drama anymore. This was something else entirely.

The following week Melissa went to visit Mrs Lawson, the wealthy widow in our estate who always minded her business too much. I followed her there and waited outside the gate until she came out looking a bit shaken. When I confronted Mrs Lawson politely, she simply told me Melissa was helping her with “women matters,” then she shut her gate as if my questions were too heavy for her compound. That woman knew something too, I could feel it.

Clara came the next day, and after hearing the little I told her, she didn’t waste time. She called my uncles and my mother into a small family meeting right there in our sitting room and said Melissa might have a lover she was hiding. Melissa sat quietly through the whole chaos, her hands on her lap, her face calm like someone listening to rain.

That evening, after work, I was walking toward my car when I heard someone call my name in a low, firm voice. I turned and saw the plain-looking man from the gate standing there in his police vest. Officer Peter.

He walked closer, looked around to be sure no one was listening, then said quietly, “Daniel… we need to talk about your wife.”

To be continued…

MY WIFE REFUSES TO SLEEP BESIDE ME EVERY FRIDAY NIGHT —EPISODE 2

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