The honeymoon is over

It was all joy during school days when the courtship began.

David couldn't go a day without seeing Divina—her presence radiated warmth and captivated his heart.

People mistook them for twins due to their closeness, facial resemblance, and similar names.

The only times they weren't together were lecture periods and nighttime sleep.

Divina was from an affluent home; David wasn't. His background didn't match hers, but love knew no bounds.

After school, Divina joined the family business—employment and money flowed.

David proposed, Divina accepted if her parents approved.

Their anticipated hurdles were David's joblessness and tribal differences (she was from the south, he was from the north). But Divina's parents surprisingly approved, swayed by David's love for their daughter.

The marriage wasn't about wealth—he was a beginner.

They stayed together in Divina's parents' house for 4 years.

Divina took care of him—his food, clothes, movements—all financed by her.

Three years of job hunting yielded nothing. Divina's love didn't falter.

In year four, David landed a good job through Divina's father's car and house, followed leading to their relocation to his official residence.

But five years in, no baby. Medical checks were fine. Life was happy despite challenges.

Then, Margaret visited Divina. Over tea, Margaret dropped a bombshell: David had a 1.5-year-old son with one of their former schoolmates. Divina was blindsided—she didn't believe it. She confronted David, her voice shaking. But he vehemently denied the allegation, his face a mask of innocence.

The air turned toxic in the home. Five months of hostility followed—no communication, cold shoulders. Divina eventually moved to her parents' house.

Her parents, furious, confronted David. The tension was palpable.

David knew he had to act. He ate humble pie, gathered elders of his family, and went to Divina's parents. With bowed head, he confessed: it was true, he had a son with another woman. He apologised, tears in his eyes. The wait was agonizing.

A month of sadness and disbelief later, Divina's parents accepted his apology. Divina returned to their matrimonial home, but the joy was gone. Infidelity had broken the trust.

In their seventh year of marriage, Divina conceived. Nine months later, baby Samuel arrived. Divina's heart swelled—motherhood was bliss. But she wasn't done. She gave David an ultimatum to bring his first son from the other woman to live with them, or else. David obliged, knowing he'd lost the right to argue.

The boy came, and Divina embraced him with love. David watched, grateful for a second chance.

They lived happily thereafter, the past slowly fading.

GeosakaFiction@04/26