As Ogechi combs her hair, I walk towards her and wrap my arms around her waist. She leans against me and I gaze at our reflection in the mirror. Sometimes, I forget to remember that this lady wrapped in my arms is not the lady I got married to. Slowly, my lips explore her neck and she moans softly. My phone rings and she shoves me.
“So women still call you enh? ”
She screams and throws the wall clock at me. It shatters on the floor just like my heart.
I miss my wife, the person Ogechi used to be.
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