Angel walked past us, swaying, leaving me grinning, my teeth out like a fool I was. How I wish I never got to see her again. It took everything from me not to follow her and ask her how she had been. She looked great,I may say. But why do chics get hotter once you break up with them? ” Dee’s better!” I consoled myself. We headed home as thoughts twerked all over my mind. Why did we break up in the first place? I was descreet enough,I believe, players should be,right? I was to have a kid in a months time so I had to suck it up and push the thoughts aside. I know it killed her not to turn back and sass me, which had me cracking for a while. Meanwhile, Dee was all over the place cursing,” that flat a** b***h!who does she think she is huh?” Life as it is,is full of Karma which came back to bite my ass hard.

Angel

Wow. That is all I had to say,I was short of words after driving back to my house. Suddenly, all the memories hit me, as I slowly sipped my wine, and since I deleted everything to do with Osman I just sat there, surely, before you start judging me, I am human and sometimes you just miss someone who was once your happiness. But with Dee? Full of his seed ? I was shocked, but there was nothing I could do, I can’t go back go him obviously since now he has a family, and now I knew that it was barely six months since I left, meaning he cheated way many too times before.
This was my ticket to completely move on, and let this handsome guy I met during one of the fashion runways while I was displaying my designs. It was time I gave him a chance anyway,since he has never given up trying to pursue me.I have to let go of the small part that told me to hold on a bit longer, painful as it is.

Osman

Three months in and Dee’s pregnancy had started showing,I knew for sure I was going to be a father but never did I imagine her being the mother,Karma,right? I had somehow forgotten our little encounter with Angel at the mall and that got me going for a while. Funny enough,I was loyal now and had deleted all the contacts of my usual Shag mates and focused on Dee and our baby. Not by choice but because this woman had threatened to sue me if did anything stupid. I had to play nice . That might leave you asking why I didn’t do earlier enough if I really loved Angel but I’m a man,we sometimes make decisions according to our balls perspective.
“Osman you son of a gun! The baby is coming,” Dee called from upstairs. The baby had the worst timing on earth, I was busy trolling Manchester United who were behind against there bitter rivals Arsenal and here she was. I rushed upstairs and helped her down as we headed to the hospital. Doctors took her in and I was left at the reception waiting. Fate was really messing with me,there she was,with a big belly, alongside her was this tall handsome guy with curly hair helping her out, Angel. Was I seeing right? Is she, pregnant? How the hell did she? That might sound stupid but the thought actually crossed my mind so no judgement. Anger, remorse and pain were all holding a conference within me,how the hell did I let this and she still looked beautiful with the pregnancy.
We had to stop meeting like this,I prayed.

Angel

Again? Damn. After all those months of avoiding the specific mall I met Osman and his bitch who always looked angry whenever she saw me, I changed my shopping centre, and there life was so smooth. The man I was with now was so much better, there was so much peace in my life I really didn’t even know what I missed until I walked out of my previous marriage. This guy was serious about loving and cuffing me, he even went to an extend of helping me file divorce papers and heal in the best way he could. He was the love of my life, that I could say. I was happy , glowing, something I didn’t know I could have one day, considering Osman didn’t give me peace, i always had to worry about where he was or who he was with, and I’m glad now this man that I was with never gave me reason to doubt or have sleepless nights. He was the best, and now here I was, going for my baby clinic, 8 months pregnant, and in the same hospital, Dee being rushed to the delivery room. My scans showed that I had twins, what a blessing. I was so happy and I couldn’t wait for the arrival of my babies, I decided to keep the gender as a surprise for my mans, and I wanted him to see when I was giving birth. Dee was shouting insults at me when she was being wheeled away, and I shit Osman a glare that told him that he better fix his wife’s temperament or it wouldn’t end well, because it wasn’t me who cheated in the first place.
I went for my daily check up, leaving Osman and his shouting bitch behind. I was so done with this.

Osman

Turns out the baby was as stubborn as the mother,Dee was still in labour for 3 hours straight and I was busy avoiding my wife, sorry,my ex-wife and the guy. It hurt yeah, I had let go one of the most amazing woman out there and here I was laying face flat on a bench avoiding her. “Hussein Osman” the doctor called,” Your wife just delivered and we need to talk!” I gathered up courage and followed the doctor avoiding Angel’s stare. “Your wife delivered a beautiful baby girl but we have an issue. She needs a blood transfusion asap if she’s to survive and we figured since you are the father, your blood should be compatible with hers. So you have to donate some for her.” I was shocked,turns out my kid was suffering from rare blood deficiency sickness that I had to donate blood for her to ensure her survival. “I’m ready when you are doc”. Meanwhile, Dee was all over yelling and cursing me for God knows what,all that spiced up by the fact that she saw Angel. “Which blood type did you say you were Mr Osman?” ” I’m O negative doc” I answered. “Then there might be a problem,you are not the father”…

To be continued….

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“Hey darling, can I speak to you for a minute?” I asked him to give me five minutes so he can go back talking to his hoe, you might wonder why I’m saying this, we got married , but this guy decided to cheat on me.
” I have really been thinking about us and well, I think this, whatever we have, is not working out. I have tried to be the best wife there is but it seems I can’t be it for you. I’m not perfect, I have flaws too but I can’t continue living like this, sad and unhappy while I see you giving the other woman attention. I don’t know what really happened to us, you don’t want to have that discussion so I think I will just have to quit, and let me be happy with a person who wants me. instead.”

Osman
I hang up the phone and stared at her. She’s got to be kidding me! Talking? She considers talking, just two people having a chat as cheating? If I was having romantic sexually charged talk , then sure, maybe, but just talking? Like being friendly? I figured that was what was playing basketball on her mind. I wouldn’t imagine cheating on her but sometimes she pushed me beyond my limits.
She just let herself go since we got married. From dressing codes to the fact that she felt I cheated on her often. Let’s be clear. Sometimes I did feel like cheating. I know I know , you didn’t ask: “Is it wrong for my wife to dress like a grandma?” or “should my wife change her style of dress for me?” All this was just a turnoff on my side but there she is, gloom on her face you would have thought I killed someone. I could feel the tension between us.

Angie
He stared at me, disbelief in his eyes. Yes, maybe I might have insecurities here and there but I don’t really know what to do anymore, all people have insecurities but when a guy starts being too friendly with other girls, where do I get the strength to dress up, knowing he won’t look at me the same way he looks at them? He doesn’t even touch me the way he used to, the rejection is just too much to take in, and I’d rather go out be with someone who communicates and tells me why or what he likes and he doesn’t likes.
“Why won’t you say anything?” I asked him, he still looked at me, as if analyzing me, and he sat on the bed. See this is what I hate, he won’t answer to anything, and silence is also an answer. So I waited, for thirty minutes, he didn’t speak. He picked up his phone, went to the other room to pick up a call, all smiley and warm. Heartbreak, is painful. This is how it felt. So i packed every bit of my clothes, and looked at the room we once made memories, our pictures, and everything that was memorable. Tears in my eyes, I left, not because i wanted to, but because i had to, and he did not bother coming after me, so I went.

Osman
I hated her bickering. I had been apologizing since we got married. Tonnes and tonnes of second chances came my way but I still “cheated” and “broke her heart”. She had her way of getting to me but I was smart enough to shut my mouth and ignore her. I picked my phone and headed to the bedroom and of course she followed, mouthing words with an accent I couldn’t comprehend. Where the hell did I find this woman? This is a question I kept asking myself. I remember the good old days, she was apple of my eyes they say, we were inseparable. Yes, her leaving would have made so much happier, I thought. I was too dumb, too hopeful, too patient, giving away fistfuls of second chances to avoid the inevitable because the inevitable was simply too much to bear.
As she packed I knew there was no way I would talk her out of it. She was gone. However, as the minutes ticked by and the fact that she left continued to elude me, I felt a cold sense of unease work its way into my spine. It was with a slowly creeping sense of terror that I realized that what I was feeling wasn’t calm at all, but an eerie sort of waiting, she might have been bluffing but too bad, she wasn’t.

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Rage, that’s what I was feeling. This guy didn’t even bother to come after me, i was so angry, so I decided to look for a house and start over again. From scratch, and a place near work so that I don’t have extra bus transport expenses. I couldn’t even call my best friend because she was off to her honeymoon, so I stopped by a wine parlour and bought some wine, and went to the furniture store to order new furniture ,well a bed, a set of sofa and a fridge, important things first the rest would come later. I was done, and i could not take that disrespect anymore. I went to the apartments near my workplace and paid the deposit and had it cleaned and ready for moving in, and called the furniture company to bring in the items. I had finally settled, to a bucket of fries and marinated chicken, and wine. I can’t believe I didn’t even shed a tear like all those nights that i had to when I was beside him. Was he worth my pain? No. He wasn’t. I smiled, ready for a new beginning, because I knew that I had done my best.

Osman

It took a few hours for me to realize that I was alone in the house. She was really gone. I had no one to ask me why I’m late,no one to ask me why I was not picking up calls and no one to ask me why I was always on phone. I considered myself the luckiest bastard alive,I thought. I poured myself some juice with a pinch of tequila. The cocktail hit differently compared to any other day, I guess my tongue reacted to my happiness and appreciated. My contact list had over 300 number of which 70% belonged to chic’s I used to shag with under my wife’s,well,ex-wife’s nose. I decided to hit up Dee who was my recent shag so we could celebrate the freedom,she showed up a few hours later. Dee was sexy as hell and had that shapely behind that made me forget the guilt that was slowing climbing up my spine. She was overwhelmed by the news that her “rival” as she used to call Angel, had gone. We hangout and drunk ourselves to bed where she swallowed my sorrows away in as many ways as possible. Deep within myself I knew that no one would replace Angel, never. But I owed myself this freedom. She deserved better anyway, that’s what we all think until reality hits.

Angel

The next day came, and the next and the next, I was getting used to the pain, I can’t lie that it didn’t affect me but honestly, after all the disrespect and finding nudes on his phone, which he doesn’t know I found them, of this particular girl called Dee, thats just even a weird name, but it didn’t bother me. I signed up for gym membership one week later after moving out to keep the stress from making me overthink, because the damage was already done. Five months later I was completely over him, and i didn’t want to look back. Sure, it still hits my mind now and then and I was on my way to build my own company from scratch, so i didn’t want any distractions. I was to open up a fashion house in one month and I needed all the strength to make it come true.
The day came and the event was successful, until I ran into him on the supermarket. With Dee, full and pregnant from what I could say his child. She shoot daggers at me as I sweetly said my greetings to the both of them and going my way. If I knew it washer all along, I could have left earlier than i did.

Osman

It had been a few weeks since Angel left and Dee had been at my house most of the time so I suggested she move in,which she refused. I was okay with it since I knew she wouldn’t be going anywhere soon. I won’t just lie that I had forgotten my ex-wife,I had not and the more the days went by the more her thoughts flooded my mind. She had been my everything after all. I stalked her on all her social media handles but she had pulled them down and I had no idea what was going on with her life. Since she dropped her share of our company via her lawyer, I didn’t think she wanted anything to do with me ever. Dee and I were okay until she came home one day all smiley and threw a pregnancy testing kit on the couch I was seated. It had a positive on it. I knew I was screwed for sure. I had no plans of getting a kid,not with a sidechick anyway. I had to resolve my ego and bare the news with ecstasy. I was going to be a father.
I was happy, somehow,it would have been better if it was angel but anyway ,I had to man up and face the reality. I took her to the nearest mall so we could buy some of the neccesities she need since she craved everything since her pregnancy and there she was,Angel. Breaking up with me couldn’t have been better for her, dressed in a gym tight and a crop top that left her now well chiseled abs on display. She was more beautiful in more ways than 5. “Hey Osman?,Dee,” I was lost of words to respond. They exchanged looks with Dee as if they’d known each other from before. “Hey Angel” I finally replied and before I could say more she walked past us swaying her newly grown backside,the gym was really paying off, I thought. I was dumbfounded by her looks as well as the fact that she seemed so over me.

Angel

After I passed the two, whose faces were on shock, it took everything in me not to turn back and sass him but what else can be done? So I picked up all my shopping that I had, payed for my stuff and went home. A bottle of wine included, as always. I’m no alcoholic, no, but I really needed some, to calm that part of my mind that I always hoped that he would come back. This guy was my everything,but now he had someone else that I didn’t have and it’s okay, as much as it hurt, maybe I could be getting cheated on until now. It was time that I lived, for the better, and I wasn’t going to look back because of him. I deserved better, or atleast I knew.

To be continued….

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