77

RENE
I couldn’t stop glaring at the photos Ghost had forwarded to my socials. How he managed to capture Cyril and Olivia in such a compromising manner remains a mystery to me. It was as though he had read my thoughts and knew exactly what I needed.
After receiving the photos, I was tempted to request his account details to send him a token of appreciation, even though the operation has not ultimately been successful.
As I admired the photos, my phone rang. I hoped it would be Cyril. He was the only person I wanted to speak to. His calls meant more to me than even my mother’s.
Just as I had thought, it was indeed Cyril. I looked away from the phone and smiled.
I ended the call, overwhelmed with excitement. Not only that, I was also struggling with anxiety. I needed to compose myself before breaking the good news to Cyril, regardless of how he might feel about it.
After assuring myself to stay calm, I returned the missed calls from Cyril.
“Where are you now?”
We both spoke at the same time, like a scripted movie.
From the way Cyril spoke over the phone, it was obvious that he equally had something significant to say to me. Too bad I interrupted him because I equally had something to say.
“You go first. I will speak after you,” I urged Cyril.
I wanted to confirm if what he wanted to say would in any way contradict mine.
“Okay. If you insist. First, I need to see you in person to discuss this better. Are you home? Because I am around your neighborhood,” Cyril asked nicely, like a perfect gentleman.
“Sure! Where else would I be if not home? I will be waiting for you. Please, don’t keep a pretty lady like me waiting for too long,” I spoke in a seductive tone.
As much as Cyril is tired of his marriage to Olivia, there’s a need for me to keep working harder to hasten the divorce process. A little complacency and he’s already back to Olivia, pleading for acceptance.
I rushed to have a cool bath and got dressed in a skin-revealing dress. I ensured that my cleavages were on display, too. I was ready to do anything just to secure Cyril for eternity.
A moment later, I heard a knock on the door. Immediately, I dashed to the living room to confirm who was at the door; even now, I knew it was Cyril. He was the only person I was expecting.
“It’s Cyril. Please open up. I know you are inside,” Cyril spoke from outside.
I didn’t rush to open the door immediately I heard Cyril’s voice. Rather, I took time to open the spaces of my dress to reveal more of my fresh, light skin to seduce Cyril and make him lose his mind.
The plan was to make Cyril keep falling every time he saw me. That way, he wouldn’t be able to get me off his mind.
“What took you so long to open the door for me? Are you hiding a man in your house? No way, you are cheating on me. How could you do this to me, after everything we’ve been through together?” Cyril interrogated while his eyes combed the four corners of my living room, just to ensure that I wasn’t cheating on him.
“Cyril?” I called him to order.
It was weird seeing Cyril acting insecure about me.
Coming from someone who’s cheating on his lovely wife with me? He shouldn’t be talking about insecurities. It’s not as though he is a saint, either.
In normal circumstances, I would have queried him for harboring such thoughts about me. But due to what I intended to achieve, I decided to keep my observations to myself until I was done accomplishing my goal.
“Come on, Boo. I am not cheating on you, nor am I hiding any man in my home,” I defended myself with a forced smile. Inside of me, I was boiling. I was also tempted to start a fight with Cyril at that moment, too.
Not convinced, he asked, “Are you sure about this? Why do I have a feeling that you are lying to me? I can feel this negative aura around your living room.”
I lost my temper the moment he asked that question. I was done trying to stay cool. I wasn’t even aware when I yelled at him. “Like seriously, Cyril? Can you just shut the fuck up already? You are beginning to piss me off right now.”
“That’s enough. I have every right to question you,” he justified his actions.
“Then you must be the greatest clown of all time, Cyril. You just haven’t found anyone to tell that to your face. You won’t dare speak to me in that tone of voice because I am not your slave. You might be careful of how you throw stones because I’ve seen your glass house.”
“What do you mean? What the heck are you insinuating?” Cyril attempted to move closer to me.
I dodged him.
“Don’t you lay your filthy hands on me because you won’t like my next move. I am not even kidding right now.”
I went a few miles away from him and faced the wall. “If you’re doubting me, feel free to ransack my house. I am not going to stop you. Let’s see this from a different angle. If I was with a man as you had alleged, I wouldn’t have agreed for you to come. Since you are too obstinate to believe me, good luck with your man-hunting.”
I switched positions to go sit on the sofa. I folded my arms to avoid looking at his face.
I wanted him to feel the heat. I wanted him to ask for my forgiveness.
I wanted to play the victim card and make him feel guilty and apologize for actually doing nothing.
Initially, it seemed that my antics weren’t effective on Cyril when he refused to speak.
Minutes later, guess who was on his knees pleading for my forgiveness? It’s none other than Cyril.
“I am sorry for doubting you earlier. It’s just that I’ve been stressed lately. A lot is going through my head,” Cyril apologized.
“Is this about Olivia, your wife? Is she stressing the shit out of you? Then divorce her immediately for your peace of mind,” I turned my attention towards Cyril in a reflex action.
“Are you kidding me? How did you even come up with such a baseless idea?” He stood upright in my presence.
“You heard me right, didn’t you? Isn’t it obvious? Or do you want me to spell it out for you before you understand the handwriting on the wall?” I stood firm in my statement, just to prove to Cyril that I wasn’t under duress.
“How do you expect me to divorce her like that? I mean, as much as I want to do that, Olivia hasn’t given me a reason to,” Cyril claimed.
Listening to him speak, I noticed that he was making sense. I wasn’t worried because I had a backup plan.
Majestically, I moved closer to Cyril and wrapped my arms around his neck. “What if she’s cheating on you? Would that be a valid reason to divorce her?”
“Hell no. That’s not possible,” he pushed my arms away.
“Olivia ain’t cheating on me. I may be a jerk, but she still loves me. She doesn’t even have the nerves to do that,” Cyril boasted. I watched him make a mockery of himself without interfering.
“Are you done talking? Because there’s something I want you to see,” I whispered to him, brought out the phone, and handed it over to him.
“What the fuck is this?” Cyril asked in the utmost confusion. He looked dumbfounded. What a way to finally hit the target after several failed attempts on target.