Living in the quiet suburbs of Nairobi always felt like a dream come true for my family. My wife Jane was the envy of the neighbourhood because of her elegance and her professional job in the city.
We had everything a couple could want including a beautiful home and a stable life. However I noticed that Jane started coming home very late every evening with a strange smell of charcoal smoke on her clothes.
She told me she was working late on a new project but her phone was always locked. My heart told me that something was wrong so I decided to follow her one Friday evening. Instead of going to a high end restaurant or a hotel she parked her car near a dusty street corner.
She told me she was working late on a new project but her phone was always locked. My heart told me that something was wrong so I decided to follow her one Friday evening. Instead of going to a high end restaurant or a hotel she parked her car near a dusty street corner.
I watched in shock as she sat on a wooden bench next to a local mutura vendor who was busy slicing meat for the evening crowd.
The way she looked at that man was different from anything I had seen in years. She was feeding him pieces of meat and laughing like a schoolgirl while he wiped grease from her face with his bare hands.
The way she looked at that man was different from anything I had seen in years. She was feeding him pieces of meat and laughing like a schoolgirl while he wiped grease from her face with his bare hands.
I could not understand how my sophisticated wife could prefer a roadside vendor over her own husband. I felt humiliated and confused by this strange attraction that made no sense to me.read more..........https://drkashiririka.com/?shorts=wuuuuuwi-man-becomes-emotional-as-he-narrates-how-wife-cheated-with-mutura-guy
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