The Chosen Affair

Preface

It was ten years ago. The affair. Ten years since I made the decision for my actions. Ten years since that experience. It was enticing but it also made me mentally insane. The toll it took on my body and the secret I had to keep for the longest. A ten-year-old secret and a lie I had to cover up. Many would say I was pessimistic when I rolled out my plan but there was only one way to complete it. For many years I lived this life where nothing felt like it was mine. Being the most perfect trophy wife for a shitty man. Mark was a greedy bastard, but he was the absolute devil. Devils always have vices and dirty little secrets. I took it upon myself to show that the devil could also lose. For ten years I slowly made myself loved in the public eye, yes, my husband was the man that he was but this time it was all me.

My name is Sage Emilia Kidane-Pruitt. Keeping Kidane helped with the plan later on and I had no idea it would. Standing at about five feet nine I come from a small country in Africa called Eritrea. The population was a few thousand people, everyone knew each other and the only way they were able to provide for the village was to send women off to pageants. Other than government officials and the military there wasn't much to do for money. So therefore, I knew that one day I was going to be sent off to compete because of my family's social status. My family line created the first functional security outlook for the country so therefore we were a bit higher in the social class. My mother was dark skinned with beautiful curls down to her shoulder. Beautiful hazel eyes with a beauty mark on her right cheek. My mother was and is still a beautiful woman.  

My father was sand like skin color with piercing green eyes. He had a skunk stripe gray patch framing his face. He stood at about six foot four and he was a ladies' man. My father was stern in the public eye but behind closed doors my mother and I loved him like no tomorrow. Growing up I had many things that most didn't have but I was always left unsatisfied. There was something deeper and darker that I wanted. Almost like I wanted to capture a soul and stare at it with endearment. Most people would be ok with forgiving and forgetting but there was a dark part of me that hated it. The mind makes people do crazy things when a person forms the words "I forgive you" to a person who has done them wrong.

Yes, we all should forgive but why forget? Forget the way a man invalidated your feelings? Or how about when they raise their hand for authority. It's like there's a thrill they get off on when women cower to them. Growing up people kneeled to my father, never forcing his upper hand. It was like they were programmed to do it on the spot. Men, women, everyone in the world kneeled to my father. It gave me a complex, I got accustomed to people giving me what I wanted no matter the fucking cost. Knowing that I was a pretty woman, I couldn't give off the mean girl facade. It was my number one rule for as long as I can remember. Pretty girls with souls don't last. But when you already don't have one, nothing is going to stop you.

So, with my nice round ass and my soft plump lips I started my journey towards what I thought was going to be the best trip of my life. I had two objectives. One to raise enough money for my hometown and the other to get the fuck out of there.