– I caught my best friend and best man with my wife two weeks to our wedding.
– The discovery was very devastating for me.
– It was a pathetic experience that I will never forget.
I met Charles on campus. I was in my first year in the university. I
had just resumed and was trying to grapple with the demand of university
life. One morning I had gone to the cafeteria. While paying for my
food, I ran into a young handsome looking guy and we ended striking an
acquaintance.– The discovery was very devastating for me.
– It was a pathetic experience that I will never forget.
I later found out that we are both in the same department. From then we became friends. In the second year, we ended up being roommates. Our friendship grew from there. We were like brothers. We helped one another in our studies.
We looked out for one another. In fact many people on campus thought we were brothers. Charles was a great guy. He was handsome tall and good looking. In fact in our third year on campus, he entered the Mr. Campus contest and won.
That made him become very popular. He was especially popular with the girls. The girls just loved him. In fact the attention was so much at a time that he lost focus and his grades suffered. There were just too many babes jostling for his attention. In our fourth year, Charles had become very used to the attention that it meant nothing to him again. Our association blossomed.
As his fame grew, I became his manager when he attended shows. He also worked as the Master of Ceremony at school events. I was the calmer guy. I made sure I kept my head so I could put my best friend in check. At last we graduated and our parents, who had become friends because of our association, came to celebrate with us. When we left school, we continued our friendship.
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We got jobs in two blue chip companies. We also continue to date our campus sweet hearts. Charles and I met our future partners at a departmental event on campus back in our second year in the university.
They were in another department. But we had continued the relationship even when Charles derailed and became way ward. I convinced his girlfriend not to give up on him. Eventually we all graduated and our relationship continued.
After about two years of working I proposed to my fiancee. I did not want to waste any more time. But something bad happened to Charles relationship with Adaeze, She had caught him again cheating and had decided to call it quits despite all my pleading.
Charles was left to spend more time in my place as he complained of boredom. Adaeze doesn’t come to keep him company again. She had left the relationship for good. I was sorry for my friend. But how many times will I keep interceding on his behalf?
Charles now practically was living with me. He also became close to my woman. Gradually I discovered they were both unusually close. When I am at work, they will call me they went out together as Charles had been on leave from work. I noticed their relationship got closer.
But I still thought nothing of it. Many times, my wife would stay glued to her phone chatting. I thought nothing of it as she could be chatting with her sisters and friends. As the days turned into months, we began the planning for my wedding.
Naturally, Charles became the choice as my best man. I had pacified my brother who returned from the United States that I and Charles had gone way back since our campus days. The day of the wedding was set. I was also so busy that I did not notice the change in my fianceé’s body language.
Every time I asked for romance, she was always reluctant and unresponsive. I had thought then that she was reserving her body until we get married. One day, instead of calling my name, she mentioned Charles. Well, I did not get angry because I and Charles are like blood brothers.
About two weeks to our wedding, I had gone to the office to retrieve my computer as I had been granted leave to prepare for the weeding. Charles was home and busy with the preparations as usual. I returned home an hour short of when I told my fiancée I would return.
The noise was a moan of sexual pleasure from an excited lady whose voice sounded like my wife. Why they refused to lock the door is what I can still not decipher. But according to the saying, every day for the thief, one day for the owner.
I pushed open the door and met my best friend, my best man on top of my wife. They were both naked as they made love furiously. I shouted Charles name and became unconscious. I later found myself in the hospital. My cheating wife was at my bed side but Charles was nowhere in to be found.
He had packed all his things and absconded. I cried profusely as I looked at my wife. When my parents and sisters came into the hospital, I could not reveal to them what brought me to a sick bed. I only lied to them that I was stressed out because of the wedding preparations. When they asked for Charles, I could not give any sufficient explanation and I could not tell them that he had been sleeping with my wife to be behind me. I was discharged from the hospital and went back home.
My fiancée has gone back to her parents place and Charles is still missing. I was later told by his brother that he had travelled finally to Canada and had apologised for the short notice. I know Charles had escaped being confronted with his guilt. But I know he can run but not hide. My fiancée has been pleading that it was the devil’s work. She said she did not know the charm Charles used for her.
She has refused to tell me how long Charles has been sleeping with her though she swore the time I caught them was the first. How do I believe her? The wedding is in two weeks and I still do not know what to do. Do I tell my family and cancel the wedding or should I forgive my wife to be.
This is the dilemma I have found myself. I love my wife to be but how can I live with the thought of seeing my best friend naked on top of my wife?
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