How to deal with a treacherous woman!

Written by Bunmi Sofola
Email: bunmsof@yahoo.co.uk

Ernest, a very successful businessman was on his way from yet another successful business meeting in the States when he decided to spend a few days in Paris as a treat from the financial kill he’d just made. “I had a mistress ensconced in my beautiful home in Paris,” he said, “well, she was more like a second wife to me and had been in the house for about three years now and was rounding off her master's degree.

A pretty, well behaved lady, I’d rehearsed how gently I would break her existence to my wife of 22 years when the time was ripe and hadn’t yet come up with a reasonable excuse. She’d more than proved her loyalty and love for me that I thought I should compensate her with a permanent relationship.

I hadn’t informed Joyce, my lover, of my impulsive change of mind. I had phoned from the States that I was going straight home to Nigeria and wouldn’t be dropping by as I usually did, but she sounded so lonely and sad on the phone that I decided to give her a treat by giving her a surprise visit.“Humming under my breath, I discreetly let myself in with my key. It was around nine o’clock in the evening and suspecting she was either reading or watching TV in bed, I tip-toed to the bedroom, a mischievous grin on my face.
Joyce, the love of my life on whom I’d invested over five years, tons of love and money, was fast asleep in our bed and making perfect ‘spoon’ position with her was this gorilla-looking half-cast! He was also fast asleep! It was as if I was watching a movie that I wasn’t a part of.

I made the right noise and she stirred. There was a wild look of terror on her face when she saw me. ‘ERNY,’ she croaked, nudging awake the creep by her side. ‘I wasn’t expecting you darling. You did say you were going straight to Nigeria’.“As she babbled on, I went to the living room.

My small suitcase was still where I’d left it. I sat down and poured myself a stiff drink. Where did I dredge up this calmness that now engulfed me? I am generally temperamental, but this voice kept warning me to take things real easy as I was not in Nigeria. I had passed Joyce off as my wife to the authorities here. Any foolish tantrum or violence could land me in police net and the courts. As my wife, she would have no problem selling the beautiful house I’d paid through the nose to buy.
Commonsense outweighed the rage I felt inside. Women! You can never understand them.
I mean if the itch in her pants was so terrible, couldn’t she have gone to the man’s house for the night instead of bringing him home!
She eventually came downstairs after I’d heard the kitchen door open and closed. Gorilla had obviously beaten a hasty retreat. She knelt down immediately and started sobbing. She gave all the right excuses philanderers give - she was lonely: it was the first time. She’d never brought a man in before and she was awfully sorry, I should please forgive her...

I made the right show of being enraged. `I could have killed you both and pleaded provocation and nothing would have happened,’ I bluffed. `What else do you want from me? If you think I’m going to throw all my investment on you away because of that lout, you have another thing coming! From now on, you’re going to be watched like a hawk and if you misbehave again, that will be it. You understand?
The gratitude on her face was comical. She prepared dinner and I ate it heartily - afterall, it was my money! I then told her to thoroughly clean herself up and we made love that night. How I got through the charade still beats me hollow?!

The next day, she wanted to skip her lectures to be with me but I asked her to go as I had a few things to pick up in the shops. As soon as she left, I went into the safe, took only the papers to the house and headed for my estate agent’s office. He was now like a friend and I told him what I had just gone through. I then instructed him to sell the house without letting Joyce know until the sale was concluded. He was to take prospective buyers to the house when she was at her university.
I wish I was around when she was told she would have to leave for the new owners to move in. I had flown down to Paris when the sale went through, signed the necessary papers and left the following day without seeing her. I’d already taken valuable documents from the house anyway. My suits and furniture she could sell to pay the rest of her school fees.
She never got in touch with me after she moved out of the house and I respect her for that.

She obviously knew I was never sharing a woman I’d invested too much in with a goon!
Her betrayal was too deep for me to forgive.
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Azeez’s experience is slightly different from Ernest’s in that he was married to a hoity- toity woman who nearly cut his balls off! After two kids, the marriage died an inevitable death and he vowed not to fall for the well-bred-woman again.

For years, I just had casual girlfriends and a lot of fun,” he confessed. Then suddenly, his life changed. He was coming home one fateful day when he gave some beggars money - amongst these beggars was a pretty beggar from the Niger Republic.

"I noticed her a couple of times after that day I gave her money,” he continued. “Then this particular day, she had on a lovely dress showing a lot of cleavage. The dress was probably given to her by one of these NGO do-gooders. Before I knew what was happening, I’d asked her to come in the car. She obeyed“I took her home and her gratitude was touching.
She never left after that.

I cleaned her up, bought lovely clothes for her and took her to a beauty parlour to be spruced up. I lied she was a guest from Paris as she spoke some smattering of French. When she came back from her make-over, she looked like a million dollars.

I instantly made up my mind that this was a woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. She was extremely beautiful, well-behaved and treated me like god!

When next I went to Paris, I took her with me and decided to stay with her for a while to see her through finishing school. She was a good house-keeper and she learnt very fast.
By the time we came back to Nigeria some years later, she’s given me four lovely well-behaved children.

My ex-wife’s eyes nearly fell off when she saw the elegantly turned out French woman I had married. The lovely children around the house crowned my joy, and to this day, I never have any in- law problems and she worships the earth I walk on. I have lived with a sophisticated woman with a supposed impeccably pedigree and regretted it.
Now, I have peace of mind with this lovely angel I have created, and I couldn’t be happier!