I never imagined it’d hit like a slow-burning fire, especially from the two folks I held dearest, my wife, Elena, and my lifelong buddy, Marcus. We’d been thick as thieves since our scrappy college days, scraping by on odd jobs and late-night chats about chasing big dreams. When Elena and I tied the knot, Marcus was right there as my best man, clapping me on the back with that classic grin: “Man, I’ve got your six, always.” If only I’d seen the shadows lurking behind his smile.
Looking back, the signs were sneaky little whispers. Elena would slip into her favourite sundress, just as Marcus swung by for a casual hangout. They’d share these inside giggles over stuff that left me scratching my head, huddling close like kids swapping playground secrets. Nah, I told myself, you’re just being paranoid. These were my people, practically family. What could go wrong? Then came that crisp Saturday when everything shattered. I’d hustled back early from a gig in Kisumu, dying to sweep Elena off her feet with a surprise.
Stepping inside, her phone lit up on the counter: Marcus’s name flashing. The text? “Babe, last night was magic. Round two tomorrow?” Time froze. My chest tightened like a vice as I thumbed through the flood of steamy pics, husky voice clips, and moments too raw to relive. I didn’t confront her that night. Just perched in the dim living room, a silent shadow, her soft snores mocking my racing thoughts. Continue Reading https://drbokko.com/?p=34101
