ALWAYS AND FOREVER

ALWAYS AND FOREVER

Ogechi Osuji

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"So you mean to tell me I'm pregnant?" "Yes, Mrs. Babatunde. Accept my congratulations." ----------------------------------------------------------------- That was seven years ago, the day she found out she was pregnant and also found her husband cheating on her with his mother's favorite person. And so she left. Seven years later, he resurfaces at her work place as her boss, and Amaka finds that the equilibrium she had so carefully made for herself is disturbed. Things take a drastic turn when her husband discovers he has a seven year old son who has never seen and she discovers she still has feelings for her ex.

Chapter 1 PROLOGUE

"So, you mean to tell me I am pregnant?!"

"Yes, Mrs. Babatunde. Accept my congratulations."

"Thank you so much, Doc." Her doctor smiled a bright smile and sent her on her way, she couldn't sit still in the car. She wanted to share the good news with her husband. They had been trying to get pregnant for about a year. And now, it was finally here. Amaka decided she would go to his office instead and switched routes.

Amaka all but ran into the building, trying her best to get to Dolapo in time without tripping on her feet. When she got to the office, she saw that they were on their lunch break. She quickly got into the elevator and made her way to Dolapo's office. as she expected, she didn't meet his secretary so she went straight to his office. Amaka paused in her steps when she began to hear sounds that should only be coming from their bedroom.

"Ah...fuck...Dolapo!!!"

"Ungh!!!"

"Oh, yes...yes...just like...FUCK!!!"

Amaka slowly and carefully approached the door, and with her heart in her mouth, she opened the door. A woman was bent over his desk while Dolapo plowed her from behind. The woman was completely naked while Dolapo had just undone his slacks and had taken his suit off.

They kept moaning and grunting, Dolapo's eyes closed in passion. A passion that she thought he only shared with her. Her husband threw his head back and she could tell by the look on his face that he had just orgasm. In her. It was then she screamed. That got their attention. Dolapo looked like he had seen a ghost and quickly began pulling on his clothes.

"Amaka!!!"

"Fuck you, Dolapo!!!"

Amaka turned and ran from the building, straight home, packed a few of her belongings, and left. As she sat in her hotel room crying, she began to think of her next move and the tiny human growing inside her.

"Fuck you, Dolapo!!!"

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