I Thought I Was Traveling for Work Until I Was Caught Red-Handed in a Lodging With Someone I Was Never Supposed to Be With
I honestly believed I was doing the right thing. My name is James Odhiambo, a sales representative based in Kisumu, and my job required frequent travel across western Kenya. My wife Faith trusted me completely. Whenever I packed my bag and said I was heading to Kakamega, Busia, or Eldoret for work, she supported me without question. I never imagined that one trip would expose a secret that would nearly destroy my marriage, my reputation, and my peace of mind.
Work pressure was intense. Targets were high, commissions uncertain, and competition ruthless. During one assignment in Kakamega Town, I reconnected with Linda, a former colleague who now worked with a different company. What started as innocent conversations over lunch slowly crossed lines I swore I would never cross. I convinced myself it was harmless. After all, I was “traveling for work.” Deep down, I knew I was lying—to my wife and to myself.
The double life became routine. I learned how to explain late nights, justify switched-off phones, and create believable work reports. Faith noticed changes but chose to trust me. That trust made my guilt heavier. I told myself I would stop, but every trip made it easier to continue. I did not realize how close I was to being exposed.
