After three years of blissful marriage, Davina began to doubt Jason’s behaviour due to his excessive work hours. However, one day an even bigger secret and an empty bank account are discovered by Jason’s buzzing phone.
I was certain that I had discovered my soul match in the computer industry when I first met Jason. Jason was an IT firm employee who worked as an IT security specialist, and I designed websites.
Jason remarked, “Davina, it’s like fate.” “We’re from the same world.”
Indeed, we were. For the three years we had been married, we had been completely in sync. I was also certain that we would eventually have children, but I wasn’t in a rush.
Jason, though, began to alter after that.
He started working later than usual, saying that our future plans required the extra. Usually on the weekends, we would go trekking since we were tired of staring at screens. But now his work consumed even those.
I made an effort to comprehend. He constantly claimed that everything he did was for our desire of starting a family, so I tried to be understanding with him.
Jason once again arrived home late one evening. I was merely aware that he was too tired to move past the couch, but I had no idea what time he had arrived.
He was still dressed for work when I found him resting comfortably in the morning. I reasoned that he would benefit much from a hearty meal. A family brunch was in order because my father was going to be staying with us for a little while.
Jason’s phone started to buzz uncontrollably just as I was opening the kitchen door.
It was lying around on the floor, abandoned the previous evening, next to his belt and watch.
Our bank sent us an alert when it buzzed:
Insufficient money caused the transaction to be refused.
My skin grew itchy.
I was alarmed and confused when I checked our banking app and saw that our funds had disappeared. However, the reality was exposed by a record of significant transactions to an unidentified account.
In my desperation for answers, I woke up Jason.
“Where’s our money?” More loudly than I meant to, I said.
Jason became pallid. He avoided looking into my eyes as he rubbed his eyes with his hands.
“Davina, I can explain,” he said. “It’s not what it looks like.”
As my father entered the living room and took a seat across from Jason, his voice faded.
“Tell her,” my dad instructed. “Or I will.”
Jason shifted his gaze between the two of us.
My father urged me, Jason, to hurry up. “Tell Davina how you saw me the previous weekend. You remember how that woman drove you two away when you got in the car with her?”
The can of worms that was about to open caught me off guard.
Jason, it turns out, was involved in an affair.
“I haven’t given you my whole attention. I made a grave error months ago and had a brief liaison with a coworker.”
I thought I was in a bad dream.
“What does that have to do with the money?” I questioned, shaky from the unvoiced rage building within of me.
“The female. “Davina became pregnant,” Jason stumbled to his feet. “Her brothers are strong individuals. They’ve threatened to reveal our whereabouts unless I give them money.”
I questioned, “Paid them for what?”
“For the infant. The baby is due in a month, and she intends to keep it.”
I glanced at Jason, who was sitting pitifully in his baggy clothes.
“I was afraid I might lose you. I didn’t want a stranger to find out and tell you. And those men are intimidating and really intense. So, hoping to keep everything under wraps, I moved the entire amount of money. I’m making adjustments in an attempt to recover the majority of our funds.”
I was hearing things that I couldn’t believe. I experienced betrayal, hurt, and anger.
My father was enraged and insisted that we report the incident to the police and make an extortion claim. We did, but as the investigation got underway, I was left with a wounded heart and a wrecked marriage.
My spouse had spent all of our cash trying to conceive a kid with a different lady.
I realised I wouldn’t be able to go past it. Who was able to?
One evening, as my father was preparing me a cup of coffee, he said, “You will divorce him, Davina.” “There’s no point staying with a man who has betrayed you like this.”
My dad was correct. I knew I would never trust Jason again, no matter how hard we tried to work things out.
He apologised again, using the same phrases over and over.
Can a marriage, however, withstand such dishonesty and betrayal?
