for that. Why should I? The decision was never mine. What happened to him and his mother, was my father’s doing, not mine.
Dad was running for public office. There were enough scandals with the other politicians. He didn’t want to be a statistic. They were given a couple of thousand each month after the paternity confirmed that he was, in fact, the father and at times he was given a lot more.
I had to put him in his place, when the first woman that’s meant anything to me, she showed me love that I never knew existed. Deborah’s changed me. I stopped looking at other women. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I’m every woman’s desire, but I’ve never had a problem getting any woman I wanted.
Not only because of my money, but I’d often been called a classic charmer. By many women that I’ve dated. I spent years in business school learning how to manipulate every type of characteristic. I even added a few psychological modules to my university degree because the subject fascinated me so much. Maybe it became a bit of an obsession.
As a child, I watched how my mother manipulated my father. She knew that he had affairs, but she ignored them on one condition that he never left the house. It amazed me that she could tolerate such behaviour. That part I could never comprehend as much as I studied psychology, my mother didn’t fall under any psychological condition.
She was just cold hearted. My memories of my childhood never consisted of the hugs and kisses that Deborah receives every time she comes into contact with her grandma and other members of her family. Even her tales about her grandpa are pretty much the same. Tales of love experiences she cherishes and the cold tale of her mother and father.
I married a woman, who resembled my mother. A woman that provided me with a home. Not a loving home, just a home. That was Stephie my first wife. Unfortunately, she never took after her natal mum ( I still can’t believe Betty told Deborah the truth), if she did then she would have maybe learnt to love me. Her problem was she was obsessed with the Dean.
I learnt about her affair and I realised that she was incapable of love to anyone else but the Dean. She tried to change after it was clear that twenty-one years after having his son, he was never leaving his wife.
Stephie’s first husband was an excuse. A reason to hide her unexpected birth out of wedlock. The family never revealed the truth, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that they were married, exactly at the same time that she was already pregnant.
My marriage to Stephie lasted five, long years. We were tied to each other from the words, “I do.” She needed someone to be married to after her husband left. The story they told everyone was that he had died. He got tired of being married to a woman who was never around. Her parents sent him a fat cheque and he took a very early retirement in Mexico.
Then, our mothers’ got talking. Mine decided I needed to settle down and Stephie’s decided the same. We knew this was in the cards when we had so many family engagements together. The hints were far from subtle. I had several love interests in my life and the idea of having someone regular to attend to them seemed attractive at the time. Stephie was the most beautiful woman I’d ever met. Only on the outside, the inside was empty.
Along came Deborah and things changed. Stephie was comfortable with the idea that I’d always come home to her. She saw what I felt for Deborah and ensured that we never spoke. I played along until the opportunity came up and I could have Deborah by my side.
I loved to watch how Stephie thought I grew to love her.
It wasn’t love, I tolerated her.
It was an arrangement, nothing more.
Stephie’s heart was with the Dean. He never left his wife and that broke her heart. Even when we tried to re-establish our marriage, I knew she was sneaking to see him behind my back. It never bothered me because I was
Dad was running for public office. There were enough scandals with the other politicians. He didn’t want to be a statistic. They were given a couple of thousand each month after the paternity confirmed that he was, in fact, the father and at times he was given a lot more.
I had to put him in his place, when the first woman that’s meant anything to me, she showed me love that I never knew existed. Deborah’s changed me. I stopped looking at other women. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I’m every woman’s desire, but I’ve never had a problem getting any woman I wanted.
Not only because of my money, but I’d often been called a classic charmer. By many women that I’ve dated. I spent years in business school learning how to manipulate every type of characteristic. I even added a few psychological modules to my university degree because the subject fascinated me so much. Maybe it became a bit of an obsession.
As a child, I watched how my mother manipulated my father. She knew that he had affairs, but she ignored them on one condition that he never left the house. It amazed me that she could tolerate such behaviour. That part I could never comprehend as much as I studied psychology, my mother didn’t fall under any psychological condition.
She was just cold hearted. My memories of my childhood never consisted of the hugs and kisses that Deborah receives every time she comes into contact with her grandma and other members of her family. Even her tales about her grandpa are pretty much the same. Tales of love experiences she cherishes and the cold tale of her mother and father.
I married a woman, who resembled my mother. A woman that provided me with a home. Not a loving home, just a home. That was Stephie my first wife. Unfortunately, she never took after her natal mum ( I still can’t believe Betty told Deborah the truth), if she did then she would have maybe learnt to love me. Her problem was she was obsessed with the Dean.
I learnt about her affair and I realised that she was incapable of love to anyone else but the Dean. She tried to change after it was clear that twenty-one years after having his son, he was never leaving his wife.
Stephie’s first husband was an excuse. A reason to hide her unexpected birth out of wedlock. The family never revealed the truth, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that they were married, exactly at the same time that she was already pregnant.
My marriage to Stephie lasted five, long years. We were tied to each other from the words, “I do.” She needed someone to be married to after her husband left. The story they told everyone was that he had died. He got tired of being married to a woman who was never around. Her parents sent him a fat cheque and he took a very early retirement in Mexico.
Then, our mothers’ got talking. Mine decided I needed to settle down and Stephie’s decided the same. We knew this was in the cards when we had so many family engagements together. The hints were far from subtle. I had several love interests in my life and the idea of having someone regular to attend to them seemed attractive at the time. Stephie was the most beautiful woman I’d ever met. Only on the outside, the inside was empty.
Along came Deborah and things changed. Stephie was comfortable with the idea that I’d always come home to her. She saw what I felt for Deborah and ensured that we never spoke. I played along until the opportunity came up and I could have Deborah by my side.
I loved to watch how Stephie thought I grew to love her.
It wasn’t love, I tolerated her.
It was an arrangement, nothing more.
Stephie’s heart was with the Dean. He never left his wife and that broke her heart. Even when we tried to re-establish our marriage, I knew she was sneaking to see him behind my back. It never bothered me because I was
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