I Opened My Husband’s Text Message; You won’t Believe What it read.

I had just come out from a successful business meeting with Image Creation – a movie production company. My husband,  Felix, was with me. We whispered to each other, obviously happy that we had made new partners and could go ahead with a new plan to help our company move forward. It had not been easy getting to where we were. My husband had been of great support. We met at the time the business was just starting out. He saw the potentials and had been supportive since then.

A year later, we got married. The honeymoon was fantastic in all aspects – sightseeing, visiting the cinema, shopping, and lovemaking. He handled me with genuine love, not just the need to hit a spot and runoff.

So on this fateful day, after signing a partnership, we were walking out of Image Creation when I heard my name.

“Bridget, Bridget!”

I recognized the voice so I turned around. There he stood, hands in pocket. He was in bad shape, like he hadn’t eaten for days. Maybe he was sick, who knows? But his eyes were full of remorse. I had never seen him look like that. All the years we were together, he was always bold, sure of everything, never remorseful for a wrong act. He always found a way to turn the tables on me whenever I pointed out issues with the way he treated me. For five good years, I stayed in a relationship with a man who didn’t love me. And I wondered why I couldn’t see the writings on the wall.

“Hello, Charles. I didn’t know you work here?” I responded.

“I don’t. I just came to see you.” He said, “I heard from a reliable source that you’ll be here.”

“What can I do for you?” I asked without the slightest emotion in my voice.

“I want us to talk, please.”

“And what are we talking about? I’m a married woman, Charles. I can’t be talking to my ex. It’s disrespectful to my husband, especially in his presence.”

“I’m not going to take long. I just want to apologize for everything.”

“Isn’t that too late?”

“No. I know you’re married but, please, I need you in my life again. I just can’t survive without you.”

“You’re a madman!” Felix yelled and made a move on him but I held him back, pleading. “He has guts, coming to talk to you in my presence.” Felix boiled.

“I know. Let me handle this, please.”

Without waiting for approval, I turned around to face my so-called ex. I frowned at him, feeling really disgusted. “How dare you even approach me concerning such matters? And in my husband’s presence? If you’re feeling so bad, you should have thought about what I meant to you before splitting up with me, all because of a good for nothing whore. So what are you saying? Should I leave my husband? A man who has been fateful and nice, to be with you? Should I leave a man who believed in my dreams? A dream you told me was useless? You want me to leave a man who stood for me when I had no job?

As I recall, you threatened me. No job, no going forward in our five years relationship. Or is it when you told me you hate my sleep-wake up face? Or when you complained that I was asking too much of your time? How could you say so? Considering the fact that we were in a long-distance relationship. We saw each other once, at most, twice a year. You never even spent time with me whenever we met. You just rushed off. I blamed myself for not seeing that you were only wasting your time, not mine. Now I have a caring man; one who’s love matches mine. He is my day and night. My sun, my moon, my air, my rain, my food, my clothes. He is my world, and you want me to leave him for you? Certainly, your nuts have loosened. They need to be screwed tight. Nonsense! Meetcheww.”

I stormed off to the car, leaving my husband behind to finish him off if he still felt like. I was already so pissed off. Through the rearview mirror, I watched my husband talking to the pig head. Whatever he said was not pleasant, I could tell.

One hour later, we got home. Felix went into the bathroom to shower. While there, a text message entered his phone. Since we usually check each other’s text and answer each other’s calls, I opened the text. It read:

“Well, I tested her as you asked. She passed. Now I want my money.”

Please o, if you were in Bridget’s shoes, what will you do? Drop your comments below. I’m eager to read them.

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About Karo Oforofuo

Karo Oforofuo is an experienced freelance writer, an author of several fiction books, and a blogger at pelleura.top, where she entertains readers with mouth-watering stories, and business tips for writers. She also specializes in helping authors who want to start and grow their reader base, through consulting sessions. When she’s not working, she’s busy reading the next best paranormal romance novel or writing one.

4 thoughts on “I Opened My Husband’s Text Message; You won’t Believe What it read.

  1. I will ask questions and keep using it as conversation starter for the rest of his life… Ehen before you test me again… Good morning incase you will test me…I love you babe, I hope that will not make you test me.
    I will show him the meaning of test that he will start testing his sanity and reality!

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