"If Nnena does not sign the divorce papers, I would be stuck with her" I thought to myself. I had no justification for the rash decision I was about to take as Nnena had always been a nice and supportive wife but I was blinded by my love for Bisi.
Although my wife was nice, I did not love her. Our mother's were childhood friends and had arranged the marriage between us without our opinions and it seemed that I was the only one who did not like the idea.
" I don't blame her. Who would miss the opportunity of getting married to a handsome and wealthy man from a very influencial family," I said to myself.
I thought about the drama my action would cause with both our families
" Mama was not wrong at all, I can save my family the drama and learn to love my wife" I said aloud but then noticed mama staring at me with a smile.
"My son, I heard you think aloud" she said to me still smiling not minding the fact that it was obvious she heard me.
"Y - y-y-e-e-e-es Mama! I'm not going ahead with the divorce anymore" I managed to say
* * * *
Dating Ben had been to me like a compensation for all the broken relationships I had as I had secretly envisaged a happy ending.
" Bisi! A married man?"
I asked myself in despair. Of all the breakups I had gone through, this was the worst. The picture of his wife and daughter flashed through my mind and it was then I realised how much damage I had done. Was I really ready to let go of Ben. I was almost twenty eight and was not even ready to settle down.
" Even if she does not sign the divorce papers, I don't mind being a second wife" I said to myself. I had made up my mind that Ben was the only hope I had least I'll grow old alone.
I picked up my phone and dialled Bens number.
* * * *
I wondered if Bisi was still thinking about me or she had quickly gotten over what happened. I regretted ever making her pass through another painful breakup. Part of the reason for my decision to stick with my wife was to spare her the pain my wife and family would cause her. I bet they would've never accepted her as part of the family.
My family, especially my mother practically worshipped my wife. Whenever they visit, they would usually brag about her effectiveness in both the kitchen and other domestic chores. They would brag about her especially when her parents were around and I felt it was getting cliché.
I wished Sarah was Bisi's daughter maybe that way I would've been a lot happy. It was high time I paid attention to my family and forget about Bisi. I guess she had already forgotten about me being that she has not called texted or even visited me for close to a month now.
I was still lost in thought when I heard my phone ring. I wandered who it was.
"Hello!....yes this is Ben....what! I'm coming"
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