Dealing with my wife's emotions.

"Dear, are you going out?" My wife asked as she saw me in front of the mirror getting dressed.

She had been complaining about my activities outside our home, especially going out at night. The marriage had become a nightmare. We tied the knot four years earlier and all our efforts to have a child proved abortive. All the medical tests showed that both of us were medically fit to bear a child, a revelation that I always contested from within. Each time that I saw my wife, I saw her in the picture of someone that can't bear a child. The idea of adoption? My position as a crowned prince demanded me to have my biological child. I got frustrated and I decided to check out my fertility with other girls.

Tying my shoelaces, I raised my head to see my wife standing beside me.

"A friend invited me for a birthday party." I responded to her question.
She stood for a few seconds before walking away.

"This is unusual. What's this woman up to?" I asked myself.

It had always been a tug of war whenever I was leaving home in the evening for any party. The last time it happened, she held my shirt to prevent me from going out. After forcing myself to leave that day, she threatened that any day something like that repeats itself, she would pack out her loads and leave the house. But surprisingly, she walked to her room without any drama.

I picked my car key and left immediately. A call entered and it was from Lilian, a new catch connected with me by the birthday celebrant.

"Baby, where are you?" The party is incomplete without you.

"I am on my way honey. You will see me in a few minutes."

I barely dropped the phone when it beeped again. I picked the phone and I was stunned. My family counselor who had been trying to make my wife and I become the lovers that we once were was the caller.

"What's this woman calling me for? Why now?" Many questions ran through my mind and I ignored the call. She kept calling and I eventually picked.

"Good evening Ma."

"How are you doing? How is your family?"

"We are fine." I responded to her.

"The network is not stable. It seems like you are driving. Hope no problem that you are still on the way tonight?"

These questions brought me some confusion. I initially thought of lying but I realized that it wasn't necessary because she can get to know the truth from my wife.

"Yes Ma. I am on my way to a friend's party." I responded to her before dropping the call.

I arrived at the hotel venue for the birthday party. I met the hall filled with girls who had come to make the night memorable for the married but briefly single men of which I belonged for the night. The seating arrangements were done in pairs. Lilian was sitting alone waiting for my arrival.

Lilian's beauty was stunning. No one could deny that her features were specially carved by angels. I could see myself from her spotless and glowing skin.

The dancing stage was soon declared open for invited and uninvited guest present. Virtually all the occupants of the hotel rooms came out to join us on the dancing floor.

I was holding my cup of wine with one hand while the other hand was guiding the curvy shape of Lilian who was giving me some crazy dance moves. Someone suddenly brushed me by my shoulder and my drink fell and poured on Lilian. Turning back to see the person who caused it, I couldn't believe my eyes.

"What are you doing here?" I asked while I pushed Lilian, who was trying to complain of the drink that stained her shirt, aside.

"What brought you here brought me here." She responded to me while she stepped aside with some dancing moves.

Her appearance became clearer. She put on a miniskirt that accentuated her curves with a flowy top. If she bent to pick an item, you would see what's underneath.

"This is a fire on the mountain." I fumed as I dragged her aside to know why she chose to disgrace me.

"What is the meaning of this? Is this what you do when I am not home? You are making me crazy now."

"Don't be crazy about anything. Is your wife's action painful to you?" A familiar voice emerged from nowhere to interject my speech.

"Mr Raymond, I am here." The voice came closer while she flashed a light to her face for me to recognize her.

"Madam..." I shouted as I saw my the counselor.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came here with your wife to join you in enjoying the moment. Don't tell me that you are angry seeing your wife here in this appearance." She responded to me.

I needed no one to tell me that it was all a plan hatched by both of them. I was dumbfounded and felt remorseful.

"Mr Richard, your wife has blood running through her veins like you. This is the first time that you see your wife do this and I am sure you could have gone overboard. Always put yourself in your wife's shoes when dealing with her emotions."

The trio of us went to my wife's car where she brought out her normal dresses and wore them over the skimpy ones on her.

"How do you know I was coming here?" I asked my wife

"It took us two months of effort to be able to track your movement today eventually." Replied the counselor.

My wife was looking at my eyeballs without a blink. Our last encounter while I was leaving home came to my mind.

"The way you felt indifferent when I informed you of my coming here gave me a sign that there was something in the wind. Receiving a call from our counselor furthered the suspicion."

"We need to go back home now before it becomes too late for our safety." My wife remarked.

I went to my car with cold feet. Regrets for what I have let my wife pass through were evident over me. The experience was a perfect stroke that amended all that was wrong about my love for my wife. A month later, she got pregnant and a new honeymoon started between us.

I wouldn't stop apologizing for what I made her pass through.