I never imagined that my marriage could reach a point where I felt constantly on edge in my own home. I was a headteacher in Kisii, respected by staff and students alike, admired in the community for my dedication to education. But behind closed doors, I was reckless.
I allowed temptation to guide my decisions, engaging in secret relationships I thought no one could ever discover. My wife, however, was not blind. She noticed the subtle changes the late nights, the hushed phone calls, and the unexplained trips out of town.
At first, I ignored her suspicions, confident that I was careful enough to avoid exposure. I thought I could continue my affair without consequence. I was wrong. One evening, she disappeared for several hours. When she returned, she seemed unusually calm, but there was an intensity in her eyes that I had never seen before.
She told me nothing about where she had been, only that she had handled a “family matter.” That night, I went out to meet my mistress, unaware that my life was about to change forever. The following morning, I tried to leave my house in my car, planning to go to school. But as I turned the key, nothing happened.
