UNFAITHFUL.
That night, I told my husband everything she said. The good and trusting wife in me was still rolling in action. I know, I was gullible, maybe because of his mighty dick that rubs off my senses … oh, dude can grind from lagos to manfe, his tongue has some magical powers that makes me forget everything troubling my soul at the moment, he works wonders with it … hmmm … or is it the too much money, attention and care he gives to me that made me to tell him of the advice that she gave me.
Two years after that incident, my sister and her daughter were already settled in the U.K, when she told me she saw my husband in a certain mall, but he ignored her greetings, I was surprised, it was so unlike my husband to do such. I couldn't believe he was still sulking over what my sister said after all she was only been concerned about me. I apologized to her on his behalf and told her to also ignore him the next time she stumbles on him, it wasn't really a big deal to me.
I spoke to my husband about it, he confirmed that he saw her, but wasn't going to stand and exchange pleasantries with someone that wanted to break his marriage and home, someone that was trying to spoil his wife, he doesn't want to be close and be friends with such a person.