THE YOUNG WIFE:
HE LOST HIS LIFE TRYING TO PLEASE HIS WIFE
EPISODE 2
Our dad asked for our opinion, but we told him that if he was truly sure he would be happy with her, then there was no problem. After all, he was an adult and had the right to choose who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
Still, I was deeply worried. Anytime Shiru was not around, I would beg my father.
“Dad, please don’t marry her. She is too young.”
“Why?” he would ask calmly. “She loves me, and I love her.”
“That is not love, Dad. It is comfort,” I said. “She feels safe and secure around you because you provide everything she needs and ever wanted. She is comfortable with your kindness, and that is all.”
“She loves me,” my father insisted.
“You are wrong,” I replied. “She is still too young. When she starts experiencing life and seeing her mates with their young husbands, the outings they go for, the fun they have together, she will start seeing you as her grandfather.”
“Love has nothing to do with age, my dearest,” my father said.
No matter what I said, my father insisted and continued the relationship. At a certain point, she became pregnant. My father was very happy and told us that the pregnancy would make it easier for her to accept him fully as her husband. He believed everything would fall into place.
While my dad was excited about marrying the woman he loved, I couldn’t help but feel sad. To me, it felt like my father was marrying someone he could easily pass for his granddaughter. I objected again, but he insisted.
The day he proposed to her, she was overjoyed and accepted without hesitation. Later, she suggested that it would be better for them to get married before people found out about her pregnancy. My dad had no objection since it was what she wanted.
During her pregnancy, they seemed happy together. My father took very good care of her, making sure she lacked nothing. Sometimes, I had my doubts and even suspected that the pregnancy might not be his, but my father assured me confidently that he was the father.
When Shiru, whom I used to call by her name, officially became my stepmother, I could no longer address her that way. I had to start calling her “Mommy,” which felt strange to me. When my father wanted to write his will, she suggested there was no need. To clear all doubts, my father even went as far as conducting a DNA test to confirm that Kika was truly his son. He turned out to be our stepbrother.
When the child was over a year old, I noticed that my dad had changed. He looked worried and withdrawn. One evening, I met him sitting alone in the living room, deep in thought.
“Dad, what is it?” I asked.
He didn’t want to talk at first.
“It’s something that concerns only adults and married people,” he said.
“But I’m already over nineteen and will soon be twenty,” I reminded him gently. “You can tell me.”
After much hesitation, he finally spoke.
“My wife is complaining that I am not able to satisfy her. She says I get tired easily and cannot keep up like she expects.”
I sighed deeply.
“Dad, this is exactly what I was trying to warn you about. It has just started.”
“I will be fine,” he said. “I will see a doctor, join a gym, and improve my diet.”
But instead of things getting better, my father became more worried with each passing day. Later, he confided in me again that his wife had warned him that if he was not strong enough, he was pushing her into being tempted by younger men.
From that day on, my dad changed completely. Anytime he saw a man talking to his wife, his mood would change. He became suspicious, restless, and insecure. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing her, and the fear ate him up slowly from the inside.
Little did we know that this fear would soon lead to something tragic.
Written by: © Gambo Elvis
TBC…
