I never thought my marriage would reach a point where I would question everything I believed. I was a hardworking man, focused on providing for my family and keeping peace in my home. My wife and I had built our life slowly, and even when challenges came, I trusted that we would always protect our union.
But things started changing in a way I could not ignore. My wife became unusually secretive and emotionally distant. She would react with anger when I asked simple questions. She stopped being present in conversations and started spending more time outside the house. At first, I blamed stress and normal family pressure, but the pattern kept repeating.
We had employed a shamba boy to help with farm work, and I never suspected anything. He was quiet, respectful, and did his duties well. I treated him fairly and ensured he had what he needed. That is why what happened later shocked me more than anything I had ever experienced.
One day, I returned home earlier than usual without informing anyone. I expected a normal evening, but the atmosphere felt strange. There was silence where there should have been movement. I walked around the compound, then headed toward the house, and that is when I noticed signs that something was not right.
I will not describe everything, but I discovered enough to confirm my worst fears. My wife was involved with the shamba boy. In that moment, my heart went cold. I felt betrayed, embarrassed, and confused. I could not understand how someone I trusted could disrespect our marriage in such a way.
I did not cause a scene. I did not shout. I did not attack anyone. I walked away and sat alone outside, trying to process what I had seen. The pain was heavy, but I knew that reacting emotionally would only make things worse. I wanted to handle the matter with clarity and dignity.
