A Husband’s Worst Nightmare

I awoke with a piercing headache, in what seemed to be an abandoned home, with my arms hurting, and my feet numb. I instantly panicked and started to scream for help not knowing that my screaming would soon become a foreshadowing of disaster. How did I end up in this situation? Well, let's start from the beginning, but first let me introduce myself. My documents say Emani, but I prefer my middle name Sarai. I am a thirty-four-year-old businesswoman, wife and mother. I have been married to the handsome Jacari Armon Cooper for sixteen beautiful years and together we have three amazing children: two daughters, Serima and Serenity and one son, Shermaine.  Now that we’re better acquainted, let's start this story again, shall we? 

Just like any other night in our household, it was warm and cozy. I had already picked up my children from school and now they were asleep. It was me who hadn’t closed my eyes for the night yet, but would you blame me? It was after eleven o’clock and my husband had yet to get home, although his shift ended five hours ago.  He owns his own law firm, so imagine his long hours at the office. However, he works like that so we can continue to live lavishly in Lyford Cay. For some reason I couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Every time my husband had to work late; he would call. Unfortunately, not tonight. I tried to ring him several times, but he never answered, causing me to worry further. That was unlike him to do such a thing. He always answered my calls even if he was busy. Before I decided to dial my in-laws to ask if they saw him, I heard his truck pulling into our driveway. I immediately got up and ran straight to the door and hugged him like it was the last time I would ever see him. After releasing him from my hold, I guided him into our home and allowed him to get settled in first before questioning him. 

While Jacari got ready for bed, I decided to check on the kids and then head to our bedroom to wait for him there. I didn’t want to seem like the nagging wife, but I needed to get to the bottom of his actions today. He came into our bedroom with a smile as big as a cheshire cat and as much as I wanted to slap that smile off his face, I held back and played nice because after all, I may be getting worked up for nothing. All the uneasiness and emotions that were running wild in my mind at that moment just started spewing out of my mouth. One minute I was yelling at him and the next minute I was bawling my eyes out. I knew I looked and sounded like a crazy woman, but I paid it no mind. After witnessing my mental breakdown, Jacari wiped my tears and whispered sweet nothings into my ears to calm me down. He told me that there was nothing to be worried about and that he was so caught up in work that he was unable to check up on me or answer my calls. Of course, I was still upset because let's be honest, every time that he is busy, he calls to let me know that he will not be able to talk to me throughout the day, so why hadn’t he done the same on that day?  As much as I wanted to further push the issue, I did not. I just decided to forget about it and cuddle up with my man that night. That did not mean I went to sleep, well right away that is, because all night it was like an overthinking demon appeared to me. The thoughts that ran through my head kept me up all night. “Why didn’t he really call”? “Was he really that busy that he couldn’t answer me even ONCE”? Then the most heart wrenching thought of them all, “Is he cheating on me”? 

About six thirty the next morning, I was awoken by Jacari’s ringtone, which is our wedding song, “Matrimony” by Wale and Usher. I automatically became muddled seeing that his ringtone was also the ringtone for my contact, and I know I wasn’t the one calling him; so, the question that lingered was “who was calling Jacari at this kind of time and why did they have the same ringtone as me”? Suddenly rage started to consume me and before I knew it, my brain announced an ungodly plan into my mind which later proved to be a stupid, regretful thing. Knowing that my husband had a day off from work but told me that he had some “work errands to run,” I decided to call up my sister, Jakaylah, to ask her assistance in carrying my kids to school for that day. I then proceeded to call out of work. The reason I didn’t go was so that I could follow Jakari around and make sure that he’s really running work errands. While my husband got ready for today, I quickly threw on an all-black tank top, hoodie and leggings and walked up the street to a car that I had waiting on me. 

I waited on that street until I saw him make a move. Seeing him pull out of our driveway, I discreetly pulled up behind him but kept my distance to not expose myself nor my sketchy actions. Sometime later, Jakari’s truck came to a halt in front of a modern black, grey and white two-story home. Just then, three emotions took over me: curiosity, sadness and anger. Before I jumped to conclusions, I decided to wait and see what exactly my husband was doing at this mysterious home. A few minutes later I saw Jakari got out and a woman, who I later found out is the owner of the house, came out to greet him and take him into her home. That action alone had me internally screaming and ready to let my inner Melinda from Acrimony out because not only was my husband at peculiar house, but he was also meeting with a woman unknown to me. She was a beautiful, light skinned, slim-thick woman at that. 

I began to fear that the thought that was on my mind so heavily had become a reality. I waited in that vehicle for two hours before they both decided to come out giggling. I watched as they both went to their separate cars and headed off in different directions. I decided that enough was enough, and no longer followed my husband. What I decided to do next caused me my freedom. Knowing that the women was gone, I parked the car further up the street then made sure that the area was clear of any surveillance camera or nosy neighbors before I proceeded to break in. I didn’t know that an ant sized camera and a silent alarm was installed by the front door. I was so caught up in snooping around the home that I did not hear a vehicle pull up or the opening and closing of the front door. When I finally caught myself and realized that another presence was in the room with me, it was too late as someone already had hit me over my head and knocked me unconscious. The last thing I remembered before blacking out was the same woman standing over me with a shocked expression. 

You see, five minutes into her drive, Vivica heard her cellphone ring off. When she got to a red light, she looked at her phone and realized that someone was breaking into her home. She quickly made a U-turn and sped back home. Upon arrival, she discovered her front door was ajar and quickly and quietly grabbed her son's baseball bat from her trunk. She cautiously entered her home and became alerted when she was faced with my back toward her, looking at her family photos. Becoming petrified, she did what she assumed was the next best thing and hit me over the head with the bat she retrieved from her trunk. She immediately regretted that act when she looked at my face and realized that I was her client’s wife. You see, Jakari hired Vivica who was a wedding planner, to help him plan a surprise vow renewal ceremony for me, seeing as we couldn’t afford a wedding ceremony or a honeymoon because we got engaged and married at such a young age. Now that our net worths are together, totaling to an amount of 800.5 million dollars, he thought to give the love of his life and the mother of his children the most extravagant, elegant and fairytale wedding that the world had ever seen. Unfortunately for Jakari though, that idea soon became just a dream. 

Realizing who she had just knocked unconscious, and possibly killing her client's wife, she started to have a panic attack. She hurriedly dragged my body to her vehicle, stashed me in the trunk and drove to her old childhood home that had been abandoned for years. She opened the abandoned home and dragged me into the basement, left me there, ran back to her car and sped back to her house. As soon as she reached home, she quickly showered, organized her living room how it formally was, rinsed her clothes, called a trusted friend to dump my vehicle and erased all traces from her cameras to seem that I was never there. Thankfully she finished covering up her tracks by the time her husband and kids got home. She then hoped and prayed that if I ever get found, no traces will be led back to her. 

I awoke in what looked to be an abandoned home with a piercing headache, my arms hurting, and my feet numb. I panicked and started to scream for help, not knowing that my screams would soon become a foreshadowing of a disaster.  Those screams caused my kidnapper to appear before me with a gun. With fear running through both of our veins, we ended up in an altercation and the room went silent after the gun went off.