It was a quiet evening in Ruiru, and I thought the day had ended peacefully. My husband, Brian Odhiambo, had spent the day at work—or so I believed—and I was preparing dinner for our family. We had been married for five years, and I trusted him completely. He had always promised me loyalty, whispered sweet words of love, and made me feel secure in our marriage. I never imagined that the foundation of trust I had built over years could be shattered in a single moment.
I returned home earlier than usual that evening, hoping to surprise him with a home-cooked meal. The house was unusually quiet, and the bedroom door was slightly ajar. A strange feeling settled in my stomach—a mix of anticipation and unease. As I pushed the door open, my world collapsed. Brian was there, locked in an embrace and kissing another woman. Time seemed to stop. My hands froze, my heart raced, and the floor felt unsteady beneath me. I could not comprehend what I was seeing.…CONTINUE READING
