TO LAST A LIFETIME

Explanations

Gennie

His wife?? His wife!?! Oh! His wife!!!

I blanched.

He's married?? He's married!!! Wesley is married!

I sat up, pulling the white duvet blanket to my bare chest. the surprise and shock struck me hard, draining colors from my face. I gaped at him, he lowered his head, his eyes avoiding my inquisitive eyes.

Was I some sort of joke? Why didn't he tell me earlier than this? Wait, Wesley never told me, that means I wouldn't have known if not for the misplaced or should I say untimed phone call. The timing was fucking late. Not after the previous night. I shuddered as memories of the previous night came flooding back to my mind. His face, his eyes, and his strength, he was very skilled in lovemaking, but that wasn't the case here. What was going on? What now?

I continued gaping at him in amazement, waiting for explanations. He had some explanations to make, if nothing happened last night, the news wouldn't have meant much to me, it definitely wouldn't have hit me this hard, but after the wild fierce passion of last night, it was very fair to say the news struck me numb.

Immediately, it registered on my brain, the odd stares last night, it now occurred to me what was in Tracy's stare..distaste. Who wouldn't be? With the thoughts of a whore clinging to another woman's husband. Wesley made me an object of caricature in front of his friends at the party that night! Shame added colors to my blanched face.

"Why.." was the first word that escaped my mouth when my brain recovered from the shock, shock from the sudden realization that the man I made love to all night, the man I kissed with everything in me was actually another woman's husband.

I was yet to find out why he didn't tell me such delicate.. such disheartening news earlier before I had rashly hopped into bed with him. "Wesley, you're married? Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me you were married!" My voice unintentionally raised, just as my panic.

I knew the consequences of sleeping with a married man. For me, it was the biggest sin I could think of, one I had never dared or planned to, yet it overshadowed me like an unwanted presence. He was married in a church, the sacrament wasn't something I joked with. Adultery? Oh my God!

Wesley slowly turned his head at me, I was waiting for answers. He should've told me from the kickstart that he was married before I made, we made the terrible mistakes of our lives. Obviously, he wasn't even a committed husband. He was a cheat and a liar, just like the man I loathed the most... My dad. They were the same, of the same feather.

I sprang to my feet, ignoring my naked figure. Immediately my panicking fingers found my distorted dress on the floor. I stepped into it, not waiting to do the zipper, I found my heels, picking it up, I headed towards the door. I couldn't afford to spend another minute in his room. 

Wesley stopped me before I could reach the door. Resentment clouded my vision as I snapped out my hand from his light grip, my eyes burning with anger.

"What!" I snarled.

"Gennie listen, I'll explain!" He pleaded gravelly.

"Explain what? What are you going to explain? There's nothing so don't bother, you're married there's no..."

"It's not the kind of marriage you're assuming!" His tone went slightly high.

"What kind do you think I'm assuming? Wesley even though it's a fetish kind or the contract marriage kind I don't care, you're another woman's husband!" I screamed the latter to his face. My blood was at hundred degrees. The anger and frustration was a whole lot to handle.

"If you would calm down, I'll explain." He looked away again when our gazes met.

There was something in his eyes when I saw them, I couldn't understand what they were but they weren't anger neither were they apology, something I couldn't pick point.

"Please?" His tone was soft likewise his gaze, his eyes now looked more like they were pleading. Pleading for what? Listening ears to feed his lies? I knew men quite right, and this one was indeed one of a kind.

"I'll explain, I feel you have the right to know, not after what happened.." he paused, finding the right words to use, he nervously licked his lips and dang, my heart fluttered again. That wasn't the right time for that topsy-turvy my heart was doing. He was married remember?

"Whatever happened last night was a mistake, I wouldn't have gone that extreme if I knew you had a wife. Wesley, your wife doesn't deserve this.."

"You know nothing about Helena.."

"Is that her name? Helena?" I huffed.

"My marriage to Helena is.. is.. please simmer down let me explain. Please?"

I couldn't fuse anymore, not with his pleading gaze on me and the hickeys on his chest and neck. I looked away, trying to focus on something else, wishing my temper would rise again, wishing I wouldn't give a damn about his explanations, slam the door and walk out without looking back. But I just couldn't, a part of me was pleading to hear him out, seeing him look so somber.

I sighed. And walked back inside. I sat on the couch, avoiding the bed that was now a mess.

He took a seat from across me on the couch, avoiding my gaze.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you this earlier.." he paused and regarded me then continued, "Helena and I are getting divorced, to be frank, I really wanted to tell you but then I guess the timing is wrong. Gennie, I'm so sorry!"

"If I knew, Wesley, if I had the slightest idea I wouldn't have gotten involved with you. It makes no difference if you're getting a divorce or not, you're still married until the divorce papers are signed!"

"I know, and I'm really sorry! I should've told you earlier just that I really liked you," his voice became very low almost a whisper, "you make me forget my problems and for once breathe.."

I shook my head, I couldn't accept this, not from another woman's husband! Gennie, what have you done?

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This chapter is quite short, I want to write in Wesley's POV. I feel we all deserve to know what's going on in his head! Me too, I really want to know why he didn't tell her he was married.😩

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