The Unfaithful wife episode 8

THE UNFAITHFUL WIFE
By: Ebube Nwuze
Episode 8
At this juncture, I felt like getting up and
scre-ming out to the judge that not
even he can take my children away from
me. But somehow, I managed to restrain
myself.
The judge then went on to direct that I
should stay away from my children
forever for my own good until they are
of age and can decide things for
themselves. Then he proceeded to
advise me to move on with my life
saying such misfortunes happen but
those who retreat quickly and find new
directions in life become successful.
“Please take heart. Truth is often painful
but it is always good to know the truth. I
see you struggling with your emotions
and I can understand what you are
going through…”
Suddenly, something in me snapped. I
threw caution to the wind and took on
the judge. As I spoke, he stared at me in
surprise.
“No! You don’t know how I feel! You
have just given away my children and
you say you understand how I feel! How
can you?” I began. My lawyer, shocked at
my outburst was pulling at my shirt very
hærd, signaling me to stop but I
continued.
“You are sitting there telling me to
accept that my children, who have my
blood flowing in them are not my
children and you say you understand
how I feel!”
At this juncture, my lawyer, realizing that
he could not stop me got up and began
to plead with the judge not to hold my
outburst against me. His attempt at
stopping me from talking began to
annoy me. I shifted from addressing the
judge to addressing him.
“Why are you trying to stop me from
talking? In fact, I don’t need your
services again as my lawyer. You are
fired!” I scre-med at him.
He tried to make light work of my
ass**tion that I have fired him. Obviously
scared that the judge may cite me for
contempt, he tried to pull me out of the
court room.
“Counsel, let him be. I understand his
outburst. You let him be,” the judge said.
As a result of his directive, my lawyer let
off me and sat down.
“You think you understand me, huh?
You think that I am an unfortunate man
who needs the help of a psychiatrist,
huh? Well, you are wrong. For your
information, I am going to have my
children back. Nothing will stop me from
having them.”
The judge could no longer take my
outburst. He ordered the policemen on
duty to come take me away from the
court room.
Three policemen immediately began to
encircle me. I ignored them and
continued to verbally lash out at the
judge. They grabbed me and led me out
of the court room.
I soon found myself in the car parking
lot of the court. The policemen who
brought me out tried to calm me down.
The magnitude of what my estranged
wife had done, and which was not part
of the issue before the court was known
to some of the officials of the court and
this made some of them sympathize
with me.
“Sir, hmmmmm. Just take heart. This is
very painful. Women!!! Women!!!
Hmmmm! Trust a woman and you are
sentencing yourself to death,” one of the
men said in solidarity with me.
Presently, I saw my lawyer come out of
the court room with his partner. Few
seconds later, my wife and then my
children also filed out of the court room.
My wife, for obvious reasons, looked
triumphant. I began to scre-m at her.
“Nora! You can smile now but I bet you,
you will soon cry,” I shouted.
In response, she cracked into laughter.
Before anyone could tell what was
happening, I was sprinting towards her
in anger.
My lawyer scre-med after me. His
partner immediately dropped the files he
was holding and took off after me. I
could see Nora ahead, rushing the
children towards her car. By the time I
got there, they were already in the car
and speeding away.
I looked around for a stone to hurl at
the car, regardless of the fact that the
children I was fighting for were sitting
in and could get hurt. That is what anger
can do to a person; cloud his sense of
judgement. However, the stones around
were too big for me to lift.
“What are you doing, sir? Do you want
to be arrested?” my lawyer’s partner
scre-med at me when he got to me. But
one look at my facial expression and he
regretted the tone he used to address
me.
“I am sorry, sir, for shouting at you. But
it is important you remain calm in this
matter. The court has ruled. There is
nothing anyone can do, save appeal” he
said.
“Then we are going to appeal” I told
him. I could see he was not in
agreement with my decision to appeal
against the ruling.
We walked back in silence to where I
had parked my car. Two policemen had
come out of the court room to find out
what the commotion had all been about.
When we got to them, I heard my lawyer
telling them everything was alright and
that we were leaving the premises. Then
without a word, he ordered me to get
into my car and drive after him. I
complied as the two policemen looked
on. I got into my car and drove away
after the lawyer. His partner followed me
in his car. After a ten minute drive, we
arrived at my lawyer’s chamber. We all
parked our cars and filed into his office.
Then he set about admonishing me
about my conduct in court and after.
“Contempt is a very serious offence.
Many judges would have cited you for
contempt of court and sentence you to
at least a week in prison the way you
behaved in court today. Please, never
repeat that again even if it is very clear
that the judge was wrong in his ruling. I
now have to talk to your wife’s lawyer
because I know him very well. He is
going to press charges against you. If
you do not behave, you would not only
lose your children but you will also go to
prison” he concluded.
Sighing, I apologized for what took
place at the court but said I want to
appeal against the ruling. My lawyer said
my chances of winning the appeal were
negligible.
“Once the DNA has established that the
children are not your biological children,
there is nothing you or anybody can do
about it” he said. However, I disagreed
with him.
“Please just go ahead and file an appeal
for me. I want it done immediately. In
fact, I want it done today” I said.
“Today?” he asked, sounding surprise
“Yes” I responded
“No. it will take at least a week for me to
file an appeal. I now have to go for a
copy of the ruling and study it. It will
take a while” Carl Lomotey said.
“Can’t we make it in three days’ time? I
will pay you anything you want” I said.
He did not look please with my request.
“Mr. Ofori-Mensah, I have been your
lawyer over the years and you know that
between you and I, money is not an
issue. So, please just relax. We have to
think things over carefully. I know how
devastated you are to know that the
children are not your biological children.
But….”
“They are my biological children!” I
scre-med at my lawyer. He was startled
at my outburst.
“I see you too believe the nonsense that
Peter and Pamela are not my children” I
said.
“Well, the DNA test proved you are not
their biological father” my lawyer said. I
sprung to my feet.
“You are fired! From today onwards, you
are not my lawyer!” I said and I meant it.
Then I walked out of his office.
To be continued
What a pity! I just pray this man will not run mad