Wrong Move
Monday, November 30th, 2009On our wedding night, the place was live with guests cheering us and giving wishes and good lucks. Every body was happy and I was exhilarated. I was finally married to a man that I wished to be with for the rest of my life. My sister, who pressingly showed her disapproval for him months before the wedding kept her silence. I know that she was happy seeing me happy though she does not like my man. There is something creepy with the way he looks with other woman as she often told me. But I know my man will be a faithful and loyal husband. It was almost midnight when the last guest said goodbye. I noticed my husband was nowhere to bid them goodbye. I looked for him in our bedroom but he was not there. Then I heard soft moan in the basement. I slowly checked out what’s causing the noise in the basement. And what I saw shocked me to hell. My husband was mating my best friend. She was on top of the table and he was on top of her, inside of her.