April 30th, 2008.
I didn’t want to pen it down until it happened and it did. GEORGE MARRIED ME!
Me! My name is officially Lisa Williams. It doesn’t matter that he was forced to marry me, that his father threatened to take away everything he’d worked for and also harm…that girl. Even now, I can’t bear to write her name in something that’s mine. He doesn’t love me and he loves her. But I won! I’m the one he married. I told her but she thought love conquered all, the fool! Money and power conquers all. I can’t wait to begin my life as Mrs Williams. Yay!
May 24th, 2008.
George doesn’t want to touch me, said he’d rather spend time with his books and wine than spend time with me. I mustn’t give up! I am pretty, a good hostess, we’d have beautiful kids together. If only that…girl hadn’t shown up in his life, we’d be living the perfect life.
Tonight, he’s going to come home drunk and despite the fact that he calls her name whenever he hits the bottle, I am going to use it to my advantage. Mom’s already wondering why I’m not yet pregnant. You’d think three months to relax is too much to ask. At least, I’m not the only one miserable. He is, and so is SHE.
February 2nd, 2016.
Something terrible has happened. My father-in-law slumped and died at his desk in the office. We’ll be going home to stay for awhile and help out in whatever way we can. George will arrive first, then the kids and I will join him later. My major concern is, that woman is going to be there. I’m not mean, I’m just trying to protect my family. I found out from a friend that she never left the community, never married, but she sure made herself useful; built herself a little empire. Now she’s going to be there…with my husband. My George!
It’s been years but I don’t trust her. Love has eluded me but I remember the way they were together, how he worshipped the ground she walked on. I’m scared, I know he’s married to me and has never contacted her since we left the community but that hasn’t stopped lots of men from straying. I have to get pregnant…it’s the only way.
March 20th, 2016.
We’ve been here for more than a month and the way George is acting, he doesn’t want to go back to the city. He’s been acting weird lately and I just know it has something to do with her. Why won’t she let him be? But if I’m honest, he probably sought her out. The maid told me he’d been asking questions about her.
That girl from the slum won’t take George from me. I won’t sit back and watch them humiliate me.
March 21st, 2016.
Oh my God! George just told me he wants a divorce. He wants to leave me and share custody of the kids. This is a nightmare! My nightmare come to pass. He didn’t mention her at all but I’m not a fool. He’s leaving me for her, she’s probably laughing at me wherever she is.
My family, broken?
It won’t happen. I’ll never allow it. He’s stuck with me for life!
April 15th, 2016.
It’s done! By this time tomorrow the news will spread that she’s gone. It’s been a bitter battle from begging my parents and George’s mother to speak to George, then George moving out of the big house to the bungalow. It might have happened within the compound, but the news spread throughout the community. The pitiful looks, the humiliation…I had to hear it from one of the maids as she gossiped with her partner that he rarely spent the night in his bungalow.
All that is over now, I won again. A woman’s got to protect what’s hers and I did. Nobody messes with me or plans to tear my family apart, and get away with it. This is a secret that will never be told to anyone, what I’ve done will never be written in the pages of this book. At last, the love story of George and Sophia will be buried, never to shadow my family again.
April 30th, 2016.
George returned home, he never mentioned divorce again. We’re back in the city and he said we’re never going back to the community again. That’s fine by me, though I acted sad I don’t think he was convinced. I also think he suspects me of Sophia’s death but that is something I’ll never reveal, he’s home with me and the kids, that’s what matters. He’s a good father and a better business man than his father ever was, and I’m a miserable wife. Ever since Sophia’s death, he has not touched wine, not even to sip. He has his own wing where I’m not allowed and I have mine.
I am fed up, sometimes I wonder if it was worth it. But like my mother would say, a perfect family on the outside is better than an empty house….
I never wrote this but he named our first daughter Sophia, after her. And from the way he treats her you’d know that she’s his favourite child. Sophia’s death only strengthened his bond with little Sophia.
I guess her shadow will always follow me and mine, I’ll never be rid of her.
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