‘’Tunde, how can you be so cruel?” Tana asked, tears flooding her already damp eyes. She looked to the kind, compassionate man she’d chosen to spend the rest of her life with but in his place was… a monster.
“Don’t you give me those fake tears” he replied harshly, his gaze meeting that of his wife that lay helplessly at his feet. “Nothing you do or say right now can change my mind about you. You should be ashamed of yourself; a disgrace to womanhood”. He turned to leave but she clutched his knees, wishing to find the connection they once had.
“Tunde! I didn’t choose this! How can you act like this is not my fault?”
Her efforts at speaking only intensified the downpour of tears down her face. Here she was, doing what she swore she’ll never do. Begging a man, and with tears pouring down her face no less. He was breaking her from inside, and she couldn’t maintain a single shred of the dignity she once had.
“Tunde, how can I choose to be raped?”
“Oh don’t you dare lie to me-‘’
“You were here!!”
“And I saw how willing you were, you never said no, not even once! I could see the expression on your face. And now, you look me in the eye and tell me to accept the child of an infidel? Do you even hear yourself?” He struggled with his emotions too, trying not to show any weakness in the battlefield of their marriage. “Here I was, thinking I’d found a good wife. For better for worse right? What a joke.”
His words pierced through her heart, and her hands clutched her hard stomach protectively. She looked away, and her eyes caught a medium sized photo, hung on the room wall. It was their wedding picture, from five years ago. They’d never looked happier. Now she wished desperately to go back to that moment. Before failed attempts at conception had slowly drawn them apart. Before this pregnancy.
His eyes followed her gaze, and for a second she thought he was softening, only for him to laugh, a low sinister laugh, nothing like the one she was used to.
“What a fool I was! My own wife, right in front of me, jumping into the arms of another man”
“Stop! You’re hurting me!”
“And giving into him-“
“Like a b*itch in heat!”
“Tunde stop it!”
“Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t want it!”
“Look me in the eye!”
“Fine! I did want this! And you can’t blame me! Do you know how hard it’s been all these years? Everyone , even your own mother thinking I was the one at fault? I’ve prayed and fasted; waiting for the day I would hold a baby in my arms and know it’s mine. Every woman deserves to feel the joy of a mother. I deserve to have a baby of my own because I can have a baby of my own. You have no right to stand there and judge me, like I started this whole thing. It’s not my fault you’re less than a full man! It’s not my fault you’re impotent!”
He looked at her with shock. She’d done it; said the final words that tore the thin thread that still held their marriage together. He wasn’t the only one that had transformed into a monster. She still knelt at his feet, her mouth slightly agape, as if she couldn’t believe those words had escaped her mouth.
“I’ll send you the divorce papers” Tunde said, his words shrouded with pain and anger.
He stormed out, slamming the door with enough force to send their wedding picture crashing down.
“No! I’m sorry” she cried, tears falling down her face. “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry”.