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💔 I MARRIED A MAN WHO WAS IMPOTENT… AND FOUND OUT TOO LATE💦🥒🔞 EPISODE 2
20th Aug, 2025 Views 23
“The Night My Loneliness Spoke Louder Than My Vows”
Silence became my second skin.
Every morning, I woke up beside a man who never knew me as his wife. Chidi prayed with me, ate with me, laughed at my jokes in the presence of others — but at night, he turned his back to me as though I didn’t exist.
I became an actress in my own marriage.
When my mother called, I forced laughter.
When my friends asked how married life was, I said, “Sweet. Wonderful. You won’t understand until you wear the ring.”
But the truth was — I was dying slowly.
My body was starving, my soul aching. I would lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling, feeling heat course through me with no one to quench it. Sometimes I touched my own skin, wishing it was his hands. Sometimes I pressed myself close to him, praying he would roll over and claim me.
But he never did.
One Sunday after church, my mother hugged me tightly and whispered, “I can see the glow of marriage on you. Chidi is taking care of you, isn’t he?”
I smiled, but inside I wanted to scream. Glow? The only glow I had was from tears that burned my eyes every night.
It was on a Tuesday evening that my silence almost betrayed me.
Chidi’s cousin, Emeka, came visiting. He was nothing like Chidi. Outspoken. Jovial. The kind of man who filled the room with laughter. He noticed things — small things — like when I cut my hair, when I wore a new dress, when I served food but didn’t eat myself.
That evening, after dinner, Chidi excused himself early, saying he had “a headache” again. I stayed behind to clear the dishes.
Emeka lingered, watching me quietly.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I forced a smile. “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”
But his eyes didn’t believe me. He walked closer, his voice low.
“You don’t have to lie to me. I see the sadness in your eyes. Chidi may not notice, but I do.”
My hands trembled as I held the plates. No one had ever voiced my secret so boldly. For the first time in months, I felt seen — and that alone was dangerous.
That night, when I lay beside Chidi’s turned back, I couldn’t erase Emeka’s words. He sees the sadness in your eyes.
Days turned into weeks, and every visit from Emeka became a test of my resolve. He teased me, made me laugh, asked questions that touched places I had buried. And one evening, when he brushed his hand against mine while helping me with groceries, a shiver ran through me so deep that I had to bite my lip to stop the moan that almost escaped.
I pulled away quickly, guilty, ashamed, yet alive for the first time in months.
That night, I buried my face in the pillow, tears soaking it once again. But this time the tears weren’t just from pain… they were from fear.
Fear that if I wasn’t careful, my loneliness would drive me into arms that were not my husband’s.
My body ached for love. My heart craved touch. And every day, the line between loyalty and desire grew thinner.
I was a married woman, untouched, unloved, unseen… standing on the edge of temptation.
WRITTEN BY Anyanwu Maureen Chinonso
💔 To Be Continued…
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