The Unfaithfuls

ISBN 978-1-959895-62-6 (paperback)

ISBN 978-1-959895-61-9 (ebook)

Copyright © 2023 by Norma Iris Pagan Morales

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Acknowledgement

This novel is dedicated to my sister, Adelin Pagan Morales.

She was the only one that always praised my work.

Adelin is gone; however, she lives deep in my heart.

Overview

What could the problem be? I kept thinking when I suddenly remembered what occurred between her husband and I the previous night.

Could she have found out? How did she get to know about it?

My adrenaline began pumping uncontrollably. I’m finished. I don’t want to go back to that life of poverty. Just this one chance I was given, and I messed up.

Contents

Acknowledgement

Overview

Chapter 1. Johnny

Chapter 2. Elsie’s Confusion

Chapter 3. Misled

Chapter 4. Aunt Jean

Chapter 5. No Concentration

Chapter 6. The Mistake

Chapter 7. The Bribery

Chapter 8. Elsie and Uncle Johnny

Chapter 9. The Bate

Chapter 10. So Unfaithful

Chapter 11. Meeting in Secret

Chapter 12. Unfaithful Wives Regions

Chapter 13. Women Ending Marriages

Chapter 14. The Marriage

Chapter 15. The Obsession

Chapter 16. Returning to New York

Chapter 17. Elena and Nico

Chapter 18. Nico’s Secret

Chapter 19. Cheating

Chapter 20. The Sonogram

Chapter 21. Love at First Sight

Chapter 22. Someone Who was Unavailable

References

About the Author

Chapter 1

Johnny

Johnny was my aunt’s husband, and I have been living with her family for quite some time. A period of almost 2 months. She had already given birth to three kids.

Her first son was within my age range… I was 19 and Tommy was 17 and very handsome too, Steven was 15 while the last born, Bobby was 8 years old.

They were all males and overly pampered, in the sense that they couldn’t take good care of the home whenever their mom, Jean was away.

That was where I, Elsie, came into the picture. I was the extra helping hand needed to assist with the house chores especially when Aunt Jean was away on her company trips.

She promised to take full responsibility for funding my education as far as I was going to help her take of the family whenever she’s absent.

Due to the nature of her job, she was never around. She keeps moving from one project to the another… she needed a house help but she refused hiring one.

Because of the evils occurring in the country, she thought it better that a relative should help by taking care of the house and kids.

It was a golden opportunity for me and my family because I come from a very poor background…a scenario where my both parents are uneducated.

We fed from hand to mouth….it was that bad. My parents struggled to make ends meet and it was very difficult to cater for our education.

With every single passing day, the situation kept worsening.

So, without hesitation, I immediately took the opportunity to help Aunt Jean. Who knows maybe when I graduate from the University…. I may be the one to elevate my family from poverty.

My parents were overjoyed, at least the burden of one child had been lifted from them.

I worked very hard for my aunt and her family. Whatever chore she asked me to do, I did it thoroughly to the best of my human capacity. I knew my purpose there and concentrated on it. That was until my aunt’s husband started making passes at me.

Whenever Johnny came home from work, he would always ask about my well-being. He would often ask if I had eaten and how I spent my day.

I was so free and open-hearted with him. I didn’t take any of his profound kindness towards me seriously as I took him to be a lovely and caring father who would take care of other children just like his own. I looked at him as a father figure.

In fact, we got so close to the extent I started calling him dad while he called me his baby. My aunt wasn’t aware of all these happening. It didn’t take long before the sugar-coated kindness and affection revealed it’s hidden agenda.

Johnny would hold my hands and sometimes even ask me to hug him. I still took it as a normal thing not until one evening when I was preparing dinner for the family.

I was in the kitchen while Aunt Jean was just in the sitting room watching the news. Her husband Johnny walked in….

My baby, how have you been he asked in a soft tone.

I’m fine dad I replied, almost immediately.

I missed you today, didn’t you miss me he asked with a smile on his face.

I was so naive that I still didn’t know what was going on, so I replied, I missed you, daddy.

I noticed that he kept staring at me while I prepared the food. The next thing he did left me speechless. I noticed Johnny bringing his face towards mine.

What is he trying to do. It can’t be what I’m thinking.

I remained frozen at the spot as he brought his lips towards mine.

Instinctively, in a quick reflex, I tilted my head backwards away from his. I was more than surprised. Was he in his right senses. What was wrong with him?

He must have realized himself as he quickly brought his face backwards and immediately left the kitchen in a somewhat shameful manner.

I still didn’t believe he tried to kiss me. I was shocked. I mean, his wife was sitting there in the living room. A lot of thoughts kept racing through my mind.

What if I didn’t shift back? What if we had kissed?

What if my aunt who just gave me the hope of a brighter future caught me kissing her husband in her own kitchen? What if?

Chapter 2

Elsie’s Confusion

I still couldn’t stop thinking about what followed between me and my aunt’s husband the previous night. I could only wonder if he really meant his actions or maybe he was under the influence of alcohol.

It was the next morning and as usual I woke up early to start my chores; I had done the dishes, swept the house, and even prepared breakfast. I had already prepared Steven and Bobby. Tommy was taking them to school.

Aunt Jean would be leaving very early for work today, so I had to be fast as possible.

After about an hour, my aunt had woken up. She asked her first son, Tommy who was already done with secondary school to call for me.

My mom said you should meet her IMMEDIATELY he said in an urgent tone.

His sentence frightened me. Why would she ask me to meet her immediately??

What could the problem be? I kept thinking when I suddenly remembered what occurred between her husband and I the previous night.

Could she have found out? How did she get to know about it?

My adrenaline began pumping uncontrollably. I’m finished. I don’t want to go back to that life of poverty. Just this one chance I was given, and I messed up.

I walked like a snail as I slowly dragged my legs to the sitting room. My aunt was sitting on the couch. I became very uncomposed as the throbbing of my heart increased.

Elsie she said drawing my attention.

I don’t want you to be at home all day doing nothing, so I decided you should learn a skill. I was relieved finally hearing her speak. "I’ve registered a one-year tailoring program for you with the tailoring shop in the street next door. The lady who owns the place is the tailor. I give her my clothes to fix all the time. She’s very good at what she does.

So, when you learn from her, you’ll be very good at tailoring and maybe even better than her."

Oh, my goodness. This was unbelievable, I was as happy as someone who just won a lottery. Wow my aunt must be a very kindhearted person. After promising to further my education, she still thought it wise for me to learn a skill. I was amazed because such people are rare.

Having any sexual affairs with her husband would be a very wicked and cruel act, something I can never do.

But how certain was I……

Since I did my S.A.T. exams, I have been at home almost every day.

The chores at home had become too much for me. I pressured my mom to get a housekeeper to help us.

My mom came back home one evening with one of my cousins. She said her name was Esther.

I couldn’t recognize her anymore. Last saw each other was about nine years ago during a burial ceremony in the village. Esther was a very hard-working and well-mannered beautiful young lady, but I had noticed this closeness, this bond between my dad and her.

I always knew my dad to be very wild. He was never a faithful husband, matters became even worse when he became a lecturer!

He would try to have an affair with any beautiful lady he sees during classes and my mom never knew about it. I was aware of most of his unrestrained deeds. I would always eavesdrop on his calls and when I became suspicious, I took it to my heart to find out his phone password.

Luckily, I succeeded but the messages I saw on his phone that day were terrible, I can never forget, and I won’t want my mom to know about it because it would leave her completely broken.

So, I had to keep all these secrets to myself. My dad was a typical hypocrite at work, in the environment, and even in the church. Everyone knew him as a saint… but he was far from it.

I had started getting worried, I just hoped he had not brought his indiscriminate sexual attitude into the home, but I was wrong.

I greeted Uncle Johnny, and he answered in his usual friendly manner as if nothing ever happened. I was quite happy that it was over. But my relief was cut short when Uncle Johnny started complaining of back ache and body pains.

Surprisingly, he asked me to come and massage his back. In his room. He continued bleating about how he had been feeling body pains since yesterday.

I needed to decline his request but how do I go about it, how would it sound if my aunt hears I disobeyed her husband. Besides it was just a simple massage.

So, resentfully I knocked on his room door. Come in Johnny replied with excitement visibly written all over his voice. I opened the door and entered only to see Uncle Johnny lying on the bed almost naked with a short pair of boxers…

I closed the door behind me and gently walked to the bed. I’m here sir I said with my head bent towards the ground as I stood shyly before him.

Just open my wardrobe and bring out the Vaseline, that is what you’ll use to massage me.

I quickly did as he said. I was uncomfortable and I didn’t want anyone to see me in his room. I needed to leave soon if not it could result into a serious problem.

The fan whirled above my head in a rhythmic manner. Vaseline was all over my hands now as I slowly worked my palms on Uncle Jonny’s leg. He insisted that I start the massage with his legs. I added more Vaseline to my hands as I rubbed them together to massage his shin.

I didn’t know if he did it intentionally or it was a mistake. Because after a while, Uncle Johnny raised his lap a bit exposing his thighs and a little part of his sac was now visible.

I immediately shifted my gaze. That was when I knew it was a well-constructed script as he raised his thigh even higher exposing some part of his thing. He was literally seducing me. The tension on me was becoming too much. I wanted to vanish away that instant. I hoped that someone would eventually come back but my hopes were dashed when I remembered that Tommy was not even at home.

Ohhh…ahh… yeah…umm, that’s the spot.

Thirty minutes later, we were done.

This man meant business; he kept releasing soft moans throughout as I massaged him. I covered the container and dropped it back into the wardrobe.

Thank you very much he said appreciatively.

Thank you, sir, I replied.

I had stopped calling him dad since the incident in the kitchen that night.

Finally, it was over but not for long. With almost every passing day, my aunt’s husband kept feeling body pains and I kept on massaging him. It suddenly became like a routine and normal something for me.

I came out from Uncle Johnny’s room after massaging him one afternoon to meet Tommy who was standing just in front of the door. I immediately became scared; I just hope he isn’t thinking something else. He gave me a kind of am watching you look and left the place.

You wouldn’t need an angel to tell you that he had already began suspecting that something was going on between me and Johnny. Wouldn’t it be better if I just opened to him and stop him from thinking I have anything to do with his dad?

I needed someone to confide in, I couldn’t tell my aunt because she might end up sending me back to prevent any further occurrences.

But if I tell his son, how would he feel, to know that his dad has been trying to cheat on his wife with his cousin. I didn’t know what action to take. I walked up to where