I never imagined that my perfect life in Nairobi’s Lavington could crumble in a single evening. My husband, Mark, was everything I thought a woman could ask for — charming, successful, and loving. We had been married for seven years, and I trusted him completely. Or so I believed.
It all started like any other quiet night. I had just finished preparing dinner and was about to call Mark when I heard voices coming from the living room. I froze. At first, I thought it might be a television program, but the tone of the conversation sounded unmistakably real — and familiar. I quietly tiptoed closer, heart pounding, and then I heard it.…CONTINUE READING