The Betrayal of Trust E-Book

Evans Oniha

• Herausgeber: BooxAi
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

The institution of marriage has suffered a significant setback due to divorce that continually erodes its foundation. Statistics show that 42-45% of first marriages, 60% of second marriages, and 73% of third marriages end in divorce. It is not the purpose of this book to discuss the factors that rift families apart. However, it digests the love story of two married couples whose flawless beginning drips like a honeycomb that hits the rock in the long run. Therefore, the betrayal of trust is a story of love, hope, betrayal, and restoration.
 Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, Catherine repeatedly demonstrated that poverty could not quench true love. She infused her parents’ wealth into her family business, making Ambrose, her poor husband, one of the wealthiest men of all time. But she was repaid with ingratitude when barrenness began to rock the foundation of their marriage. Being sneaky, he decided to father a child out of wedlock after over two decades of failed infertility treatment. The result of his infidelity caused a severe blow to Catherine’s wellbeing. She found herself in a world of illicit drug abuse that nearly took her life. Her housemaid, who later became her spiritual mentor, never abandoned her. Through her, she came to the knowledge of the living God. The God she claimed to be the God of the brokenhearted that never disappoints. Regardless of this assurance, she could not swallow her unbearable devastating pain.
In the process of time, she let go of her bitterness and moved on. Through providence, she met Steve, a wretched homeless drug recovering addict, in a drug rehabilitation facility where they were both treated. Their journey together led to the miraculous birth of her only son at an age many considered impossible for a woman to conceive.

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The Betrayal of Trust

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ISBN: 978-965-578-054-3

THE BETRAYAL OF TRUST

DR. EVANS ONIHA

CONTENTS

Introduction

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

This book is dedicated to my late parents-in-law, Mr. Sunday Okooboh and Mrs. Agnes Omonon Okooboh. May their soul rest in perfect peace.

INTRODUCTION

The betrayal of trust is a book of a true story. It is a story about love, disappointments, hope, and triumphant overcoming of the bitter experiences that shattered Smith’s family. Mr. Ambrose Smith and Mrs. Catherine Smith were happily married couples blessed with material wealth but battered with infertility. The marriage hit the rock as it was marred by infidelity because of Ambrose’s unwavering desire to father a child after successive failed attempts to correct his wife’s infertility problem.

Catherine’s life was shattered when she knew about her husband’s unfaithfulness. Her fragility led her to a world of illicit drug use that almost killed her. Her marriage ended in divorce because she felt the only love of her life had betrayed her. Because nothing could ameliorate her distressing condition, she decided to relocate to Los Angeles from New York, where she had lived for over three decades. Indeed, it was a move that later changed her story for good.

Disappointment might be challenging to bear. Sometimes, God can use such experience to reveal Himself to humanity. In some disappointments, such as portrayed in this book, God turned it around to reveal His glory to indicate that amid catastrophic turbulence, there is a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Writing a book of any type requires tremendous effort. It requires extensive research, the collection, and the analysis of data to generate useful information to make the book what it is. This work would not have been accomplished without the unreserved cooperation of those familiar with the story depicted in this book.

Therefore, my thanks go to the following individuals: Mr. Tony Adigwe, Prince Johnson Oniha, Dr. Akinwole Yemi, Mr. Alfred Itua, Mr. Joe Ahaghowa, and Mr. Sylvanus Okooboh and his family for their tremendous support through this journey.

My special thanks also go to Raisin Johnson, a man of God, Tracy Harper, Andrew Tobey, Alvin Jackson, Sean Reid, and Mr. Xavier “little Larry” Franklin. They were kind enough to share their knowledge about the menace of drugs in their communities and why people engage in the lifestyle and business of selling illicit drugs. Their advice was helpful in the successful completion of this project.

I am very indebted to the editor and her colleagues. She read through the manuscript and offered valuable critiques and suggestions. The result of the profound work with her team made this book what it is for easy reading and comprehension. I am highly obliged to my God-given family, who has been there for me at this most challenging time. When I look around, all I see is the undeterred love of my beloved wife, Mrs. Evelyn Oniha, and the children we are blessed with, Prudence, Precious, and Promise Oniha. It is when adversity hits that the actual test of love manifests. My wife has proven that her love is unconditional and unprecedented. She stood with me through these challenging and turbulent times. Without her support, there is no way this work could have reached fruition.

This is a book of a true story, but the names and some of the places mentioned in the book were invented to maintain the privacy of the characters portrayed in the story. Therefore, it is purely coincidental if you found your name in this novel.

Finally, my thank goes to my God. To Him be the glory, for He equipped me with the ability to write at the most tumultuous time of my life. Without Him, I cannot do anything of my own. He allowed me to think and put my logic together to produce a book of this type.

Evans Oniha, PhD

1

Catherine was married to Ambrose Smith for thirty years. After years of fruitless marriage, the relationship that started as sweet as honey began to dwindle apart. She was a formidable woman who cared so much for her family. She was raised in a family that believed in traditional family ethics, where the man is the head of the family. As a teen, she had hoped to marry a man that understood what it takes to build a family the way she observed it from her parents.

Jacob and Stephanie Jackson were the proud parents of Catherine. They were successful business magnates. Besides the business framework that solidified the family, the Jacksons were a family that believed charity begins at home. Jacob loved, cherished, and protected his wife beyond anything else. He was the family man, and he took that responsibility above board. He reasoned with his wife and saw her as the nourisher of the family. The bond that existed between them was unbreakable. Thus, the family was enveloped in an atmosphere of love, respect, dignity, and shared responsibility.

Growing up with her parents was the most pleasurable experience of her life. She never saw them fight or engage in unresolved disputes. What was clear to her was their ability to resolve their differences. They plan and strategize together for their family’s interests. The aroma of love was constantly flowing between them. Catherine saw this as a way of life and was eager to emulate what she learned from her parents and take it to the outside world.

Even though they were wealthy, they never used their wealth to make their child lose focus in life. Although they could take vacations wherever they liked, education was paramount in the family. Jacob asserts that money could fly away like the birds of the air, and properties and businesses can be hijacked and taken by those in authority if something goes wrong. Still, your education and knowledge remain with you. So that, if things go wrong, you can always fall on your knowledge and abilities for more open doors.

Thus, she was raised to be able to stand on her feet. This notwithstanding, her parents knew she would not live under their umbrella forever. They allowed her to socialize with her peers. As a teenager, when her friends were dating, she chose not to be sexually active until she would be ready. This was the philosophy she upheld until she met Ambrose. Even so, nothing happened between them until they tied the knot.

Ambrose was not from a wealthy family. He was born poor and raised poor in the housing project of Queens, New York. He struggled to make ends meet right from his school days. What was unique about him was his academic alacrity and athletic prowess. He aimed to acquire a college education that no one had achieved in his family. Through providence and personal struggles, he was awarded a scholarship to play basketball at the University of Chicago, where he badged his degree as a software engineer.

He was tall and handsome. His enhanced physique from athletic abilities gave him the body definition any woman would crave. Being an athlete, he was famous in college. He met Catherine during their commencement ceremony. They soon began to talk and get to know each other. Their friendship soon advanced, and they decided to take it to another level. Regardless of his social-economic status, she loved him.

When he proposed to marry her, she took the bold step of introducing him to her parents. Knowing he was poor, they feared that they would think he loved her because of money. However, the introduction went well, and they received the family's blessings. Throughout their courtship, he never disrespected her. Sexual intimacy was reserved for the wedding night to be consummated. Without any doubt, Catherine was convinced beyond measure that she had found the desires of her heart.

They decided to marry to start their own family. The Jacksons single-handedly sponsored the wedding event. It went beyond the expectations of Ambrose and his family. He considered himself fortunate to be a son-in-law of the Jackson family.

They relocated to New York because she had heard so much about the city. She knew she would be far from her parents, but she was not bothered by her decision. Although her family had expressed reservations about New York life, they supported her move in the end. She was excited, liked the city, and soon blended into their everyday lifestyle.

They took an extravagant trip to Monaco for their honeymoon. The things Ambrose often heard that sounded like fairytales began to manifest in his own eyes. Being a virtuous wife, she made her husband a man to be reckoned with. She injected her parents’ wealth into their marriage, and Ambrose, a well-talented man, managed the resources so well that they became one of the wealthiest families in New York.

Though they were blessed beyond measure and could take trips anywhere in the world, the issue of childlessness was constantly a concern for the family. They were bent on using their resources to find a lasting solution to resolve their problem. Therefore, they consulted the best-known experts in the field in the US and abroad. The bad news from her physicians was that she had multiple gynecological problems interfering with her ability to ovulate. Thus, her chances of being a mother were on the slim side. The good news was that Ambrose’s sperm count and other medical tests were within the normal range. Although each of the successive physicians gave them some hope, it was like hoping against hope, for nothing was promised to correct the underlying infertility problem. However, they believed a miracle was on their side, and their heart’s desires might be fulfilled someday.

Ambrose never hid his true feelings for the woman he loved. He was transparent and down to earth to make her the best thing in his life. They had made it a habit to share their dinner table from the day of their marriage. Regardless of business engagement, he was always home at the end of the day to honor their vows except in a few cases wherefore he would call for a possible delay. On the other hand, Catherine was there for the man she loved. Her wish was always to be a mother to the children they both desperately needed to fortify the joy in their marriage.

In the process of time, things began to take a divergent turn. He realized they were both getting old, and the prospect of fulfilling their dream of parenthood was becoming only an illusion. Even though he still loves her, he begins to second-guess their relationship. Then she began noticing some unusual behavioral manifestations from her husband. He would go to work and come home late at night, a behavior that was not consistent with him since they had been together. She was concerned and attempted to know his problem, but she was surprised when he alleged he was overburdened with sorrow.

“Sorrow! Why are you sorrowful?” she asked in dismay.

“I don’t mean to be rude! Can this discussion be postponed until I’m ready to talk about it?”

She left him when he consistently refused to engage in a meaningful conversation. She wondered what the cause of his sorrows might be that he refused to talk about. A stream of thoughts began to run through her mind. But there was nothing absolute she could pinpoint except her barrenness.

And she was right! Ambrose was deeply wounded internally. He was the type that believed children were the product of sustaining a functional family unit. He loved children and often displayed these attributes through his constant care and financial contributions to help the orphans. But he desperately wanted to have his biological child that would carry his name and legacy. He saw the common bond that existed between his friends and their children. He cherished them going to the movies, beach, parks, and other entertainment centers on weekends and holidays. Though he could go to these places with his wife, he believed there was a place and time for a wife and children.

He was now 55 years old. Catherine had earlier suggested the possibility of adoption, which he strongly opposed. He argued that to have a child of his own would be nothing anyone could deprive him of. Despite his unwillingness to express the intents of his mind, she remained committed and placed all she got to offer on the table for the sake of the relationship she greatly treasured and invested in.

Catherine got the complete package for what made a woman a woman. She has inward and outward beauty dispositions, well-educated and fearlessly affluent, a type of woman any man could pray to have for a wife. But the thorn in her flesh had caused her a problem she didn’t know how to handle. Nevertheless, Ambrose was becoming double-minded. He has decided to father a child elsewhere since his wife could not fulfill that role. He was bent on calling a spade a spade, even if it meant breaking the sanctity of his marriage vows and obligations.

A young lady had a crush on him over the years. She worked as a secretary for a company in the same building where he operates his business in Manhattan, New York. She was a 28-year-old African American woman. Her name was Beatrice, and she was beautiful to behold!

She knew Ambrose was married. But for reasons best known to her, she just wanted to have a taste of him. Even though he was 55, he never looked that age. People often guess he was in his late thirties because of his magnificent physique and muscular buildup. Besides his masculinity, he was extraordinarily handsome. Although he was not affiliated with a particular religious belief system, he was the type of African American man that believed the married bed must not be defiled.

When the problem of infertility began to erode his mind, he started to have second thoughts about the lady that has been eager to go out with him. He began to change his position on the sanctity of the marriage bed principles. The thought led to the gradual breakdown of his commitment to his wife.

It was a beautiful morning, and he headed to work as usual. He was inside his car in the parking lot, trying to get his stuff together before heading to his office. Then he heard a voice that said, ‘good morning. Do you need help taking those items?’ He saw a striking figure standing beside his car when he looked up.

“Oh! Good morning. You scared me,” he replied.

“Really! I’m sorry, for I never mean to scare you. But who am I to scare the most handsome and talented man I have ever seen? I was about to step out of my car when you pulled in. Hence, I decided to take you by surprise.”

“What a wonderful thought! You look so charming this morning.”

“Thanks. Would you permit me to help carry one of those items to your office? It appears you have a lot in your hand.”

“I appreciate your kindness, but my receptionist will come and get them. If I may ask, what are you doing this afternoon during your break time?”

“Nothing,” she replied.

“Are you available to have lunch with me?”

“Please, could you come again!”

“I asked if you were available to have lunch with me.”

“Yes, sir! I thought I never heard you correctly,” she replied.

“Could we meet at the cafeteria by noon?”

“Noontime will work for me, sir,” she said.

They walked into the building and took the elevator to their respective offices. She could not believe the man she had had a crush on suddenly developed the desire to have lunch with her. Beatrice was a single woman. She had just separated from an abusive relationship. She was light-skinned and possessed the unique curvature of a typical African woman. Her size goes with her physique, giving her a weight of 120 pounds.

Ambrose was constantly fixated on how pretty she was, and her imagination began to stream through his mind to the extent that he could not concentrate. Thus, he was looking forward to the time they would spend together. Sooner than later, it was noon. Then he proceeded to the cafe.

He got there before her and decided to secure an excellent spot to have some privacy and enjoy their meal uninterrupted. When she came in, they hugged each other and seated.

“Wow! I’m indeed surprised that I’m sitting beside you for lunch,” she said.

“Why are you surprised?”

“You know what I am talking about. I have longed expected for a time such as this.”

The waitress walked in and politely asked them if they were ready to place their orders. They affirmed that they were still looking through the menu. She showed them the menu special for the day and asked if they needed something to drink. They both requested orange juice. The juice was delivered to their table while they glanced through the menu. At this point, they placed their orders, and the food was delivered to their table momentarily. Then they began to enjoy their meal.

“I am happy to spend this time with you,” he said.

“Really.”

“Yes! Do you know I have been thinking much about you lately?”

“Sir, that’s difficult for me to believe,” she said.

“What made you say that?”

“To be sincere with you, I had thought I was not up to the standard for the type of women you date. I regretted making the move I made a few years ago to unveil my desires for you. I am a woman who believes the man should make the move. But I did it anyway because I could not take my eyes away from you. I want you to understand that you are the only man I have openly expressed such a desire for. In my past relationships, the men seek me out,” she said.

“Are you single at this time?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“Is there a reason you chose not to be with a man?”

“I have been traumatized repeatedly by men I had thought sincerely loved me. My last two relationships have been like living in hell. But I am glad that the relationship is finally over. I invested all I had into the unfortunate relationship, but my ex-boyfriend used me to achieve his selfish objectives. So, I don’t have the intention of dating anyone until I can figure out what the hell I’m doing wrong that unnecessarily gives me heartache from the hands of those that claimed to love me,” she replied

“Do you think the fault is coming from you?”

“I don’t believe so. I am a goal-oriented young woman who likes to explore her untapped potential. The two men I have ever dated in my life appear to be too controlling. They are the type of persons I would describe as having insecurity problems. They both hate an outspoken woman and would do what it takes to quench her voice. But what made you decide to invite me for lunch today?”

“I just feel it is time for me to know you,” he replied.

“Are you out of your mind!”

“Not at all. I am serious,” he replied.

“But you are married.”

“And so, what!”

“Did you forget what you said about infidelity? Why do you think about me if you are a married man?” She asked in dismay.

“But you knew I was married when you desired to be with me in the past.”

“That was then. I was single and desperately looking for someone to comfort me because my father, who was everything to me in life, was murdered in cold blood. I was much younger then and didn’t know my right from left.

“That’s sad. I never knew you lost your father,” he said.

“Yes, I did. I had just graduated from college at the time, shortly before I was gainfully employed at my present job. It was the most horrendous experience of my life for some wicked persons to take the life of my father and best friend,” she emphasized in anger.

“I’m indeed sorry to hear that. I could imagine how difficult it has been to lose your father and go through the trauma of a broken relationship.”

“Thank you for your concern, but this is why I cannot date someone already in a relationship. I don’t want any woman to go through the nightmare I have been through in the hand of men who think they are always right and use women to their advantage.”

“I completely understand your concerns but there are still few good men out there.”

“Are you one of the few good men?”

“Yes, I am,” he replied.

“If you are that good, why do you choose to hurt your wife because of me?”

“Since I tied the knot in marriage years ago, I have never cheated on my wife. I loved my wife, but I am beginning to get tired of the relationship,” he replied.

“Getting tired of the relationship? Marriage is a lifetime commitment, and your wife should be your best friend. Are you trying to exchange her with fresh blood?”

“Oh no! My wife is a beautiful woman,” he replied.

“Why, then, are you getting tired of the relationship?”

“These are personal issues I don’t feel comfortable discussing with you now.”

“I don’t want to delve into your family business. But if you love your wife as you’ve claimed, why not table the issues with her and get it resolved once and for all!”

“It is not what can be resolved.”

“Okay! Do what you think would make you have the peace you’re looking for.”

“I believe that peace will come through you,” he said.

“How?”

He paused and took a deep breath. He held her hand and began to wiggle his legs. Then he said, “I am sorry for the mischief and brutality your ex-boyfriend has caused you. I sincerely believe you do not deserve any form of heartache and sorrow from any man. I understand your concern for my family, but nothing can mend our differences. I am in a precarious situation that has eaten deep into the fabric of my existence. Perhaps there is a reason I invited you out at a time such as this when I never knew you were single.”

“But what is the reason? Why should your peace come through me? I am a nobody.”

“Listen to me! This is my first time sitting with you. I think it will be unwise to bombard you with the pain in my heart. The point I am trying to establish is for you to understand that I have feelings for you. Perhaps I will feel more comfortable discussing my marital issues with you in due course.”

“I have heard you loud and clear. I think it is time to call it a day,” she said.

“It is a time well spent. I will keep in touch.”

2

It was Beatrice’s birthday. She was the kind of person that does not take her date of birth lightly. Because of this reason, she requested to be off from work, but unfortunately, her request was denied. It was the time of the year, the Christmas season, which was the busiest period in her company.

She understood that her manager keenly required her presence at the job, so she never took her time off denial to be personal. Being a diligent employee, she placed her company’s needs above hers. This behavior has earned her the best employee of the year five consecutive times.

During a phone conversation with Ambrose a few weeks earlier, she had hinted that her birthday was coming up. He noted the date and determined he would surprise her. He understood she was not a materialistic type of girl. She was wise, intelligent, commanded respect, and was content. He understood his wealth might not capture her love and attention. He decided to do something simple on her birthday.

He called 1-800-Flowers and ordered a basket of mixed roses that looked profound but, at the same time, looked simple to the naked eye. The roses were to be delivered to her at the job. Roses were among the things she treasured, which could easily capture her heart. Early that morning, Ambrose called to wish her a happy birthday. He informed her he had a business meeting to attend and requested to take her out after office hours.

She was awed by his offer and politely said, “you are indeed generous. But what time are you looking at?”

“Around 7:00 P.M.,” he replied”

“Are you not on a curfew?” she asked.

“Curfew! Why should I be on a curfew?”

“You know what I meant. You might be expected to be home at a certain time.”

“Do not let that bother you. I’m not a baby,” he replied.

“Okay, if you said so.”

“Is there anything special you want to do?”

“This is a Friday night. I want to go out and eat in a nice restaurant. If time permits, I would like to see the movie a friend told me about,” she replied.

“That’s not a problem. I will make the necessary arrangement to accommodate your wishes. Do you want me to pick you up?”

“Are you able to drive up to Queens?” she asked.

“Why not? I will surely pick you up if you give me your address.”

She gave him her address and hung up the phone. Ambrose was a man of exquisite taste. He made a reservation at a renowned and famous restaurant in Manhattan that specializes in Italian, Asian, Mexican, and American cuisines. It was a hot spot in town. He called the limousine company and made a particular reservation for a Rolls Royce Limousine. It wasn’t that he wanted to show how striking he was but to demonstrate how precious her birthday was to him. Moreso, he wants her to enjoy every moment of the evening.

He thought deeply about what he might present as a birthday gift to her. He stopped at the jewelry mall on his way to the meeting. He picked a diamond necklace that was not too flashy but at the same time looked profound. He was requested to return in a few hours to allow time for the engraving he had chosen to inscribe on the necklace.

He paid for it and departed to the conference. At noon, the basket of roses was delivered to Beatrice’s office. It was a lovely basket filled with roses of different kinds: yellow, red, purple, and white. The receptionist received the basket and kept it on her desk. When she returned from break, she was alerted to something special in her office.

“Something special! What is it?” she asked.

“Go to your office and see for yourself.”

She rushed to her office. What she saw was jaw-dropping.

“Who sent me a basket of flowers,” she shouted in bewilderment.

She was elated and went back to the receptionist to ask about the deliverer.

“It was delivered by a certain man who appears to be a worker at the floriculture company,” the receptionist replied.

She returned to her office and was still pregnant with the thoughts of who this person might be. When she looked closely, she saw an envelope attached to the basket. She opened the envelope, and inside it was a small heart-shaped card with the following inscription:

“I know today is a special day in your life. I stand with you on this day as you add another year to your life, an incredible milestone! I want you to know you have someone behind you that cares. Enjoy the rest of your day to the maximum.”

Best regards!

A.

While still excited, she attempted to concentrate on her work. Then suddenly, something popped through her mind, and she said, ‘could it be Ambrose that sent me the basket?’

Intuitively, she reflected on her friends and family members whose names started with the ‘A’ alphabet and narrowed down the list. She concluded that perhaps it was Ambrose or Anthony, her ex-boyfriend, who might be the sender of the roses.

Anthony has been on her case lately, pleading to win her back. He acknowledged his errors and vowed never to betray her again. However, he turned down his request and vowed not to have anything to do with him.

Her day was complete with what she treasured most within her sight. It was 3:00 P.M. when she completed her daily task. She handed over the report to her supervisor and requested to leave early for the day.

“Why do you want to leave before closing hours?” Amos asked.

“Boss! Today is my birthday,” she replied.

“Wow! Crazy me. I forgot that today is your birthday. The company has a birthday present for you to acknowledge your devotion to duty and excellent customer relationship.”

He presented an envelope to her and wished her well. Inside was a birthday card signed by senior staff and a check for $1000.00. She thanked the management for their kindness and appreciation.

She got home at 4:00 P.M. and decided to retouch her apartment. It was sparkling clean and displayed her roses in a conspicuous corner of her living room. She sorted out her best attire for the evening and relaxed.

Ambrose headed to the jewelry store to pick up the necklace. The engraver presented the item to him for inspection, after which it was wrapped and kept in a gift box. He called to notify his wife that he would be home late due to business engagements.

He went to his office to pack his car and asked the limousine to pick him up at 6:00 P.M. He called Beatrice to make sure their plan was still on hold. She was elated to hear from him. To his surprise, she said, “I received some beautiful roses today. I do not know who the sender was, but intuitively, I surmise you might be the one. There is no one else I could think of.”

“Did you like the flowers?” he asked.

“Yes. This person dug into my heart to know what my desires were. Are you the one that sent the basket?”

He began to laugh.

“Why are you laughing at me? Is it difficult for you to admit what you sent?”

“Am I the only person you knew that could send you roses? Do your homework; you might correctly point to the one that remembered you on your birthday.”

“You are the one. I knew right away that only you could do this.”

“You have said so. I am happy you like the basket,” he replied.

“Wow! How did you pick the combinations? Do you know you created a scene in our office when they brought the flowers?”

“How would I have known that? I called the flower company and told the florist exactly what I was looking for. And he assured me that I will not be disappointed for what shall be sent to you.”

“Are you saying you have not seen the roses?”

“That’s correct,” he replied.

“Please, I want you to take a moment to come into my house to see what you have used to make my day complete. As you indicated in your note, it demonstrates you are a caring man.”

“This is your day. I will do my best to make it special for you as an occasion worth remembering,” he replied.

“No word will be sufficient to express my gratitude for what you have done. You have used your generosity to wipe away the pain in my heart and the tears in my eyes.”

“I will be at your house soon. Try and get ready,” he said.

The limousine arrived as scheduled. It was a white Rolls Royce. When Ambrose saw it, he was impressed. The vehicle was the classic type, the well-polished, elegant car of its kind that demonstrates its epitome of timeless luxury, embodying power and regal style.

The driver stepped out of the vehicle and introduced himself to his client as Ruben Uwimana. He opened the door for him to be seated. After which, he introduced himself to the driver. He gave him the address to his destination and cruised off.

“If I may ask, where is your accent from?” Ambrose asked.

“I am originally from Rwanda, Africa. The land of the black people.”

“Africa is indeed the land of the black race. I have heard much about your country.”

“What did you know about my country?” Ruben asked.

“I am familiar with the political unrest in that part of the world. I have read about the disparity and conflict between the two main ethnic group-the Hutus, and the Tutsis.

“Wow, you seem to have in-depth knowledge about my country,” Ruben said.

“I am vast in current African affairs. My business has taken me to many African nations, including Rwanda and Burundi, for seminars and other logistical matters.”

“Well, the problem between the Hutu people and the Tutsi has existed for centuries. Their differences have often resulted in a bloodbath. As you correctly pointed out, everything centered on the power struggle between the two groups. Unfortunately, many lives have been lost through the ages. Some of my relatives and friends were among those massacred during the 1994 uprising, popularly called the Rwandan genocide.”

“Which of them is your tribe?”

“I am a Hutu. But regardless of the tribe, many Rwandans have been bruised, lives destroyed, and women raped. I hope to return home someday to effect a positive social change in my beloved country!”

“People that think like you are needed in Africa. Regardless of the differences in that continent and the corruption that infiltrates her political and social-economic spectrum, Africa belongs to Africans. I hope many Africans migrating from their continent should have your type of mindset to take what they learn in advanced nations to better their countries.”

“You are right, sir. When I complete my studies at Columbia, I will return to my country to change the political landscape many have taken for granted. That is my dream!”

“That is incredible! I consider myself an African because my forefathers came from Ghana during the slave trade epoch. I have observed Africans' eagerness to succeed when they make it to this country. I know many African scientists, successful business tycoons, and academicians. I am happy to share with you that Columbia University is my alma mater,” he said.

“Wow! When did you graduate?”

“I was there for my graduate studies in 1975, which I completed two years later.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

“You are welcome. America is a land of opportunity. If you are not the lazy type, it is the right place for you, because you can work and at the same time think about education. There are vast numbers of entrepreneurial opportunities for those interested in business. It is also a country anyone could get lost and forget his rootage. I believe you are on the right path. Keep the fire burning,” he advised.

“Sir, we have got to your destination.”

“That fast! I didn’t know we were already in the Queens. Look for somewhere to park the vehicle,” he said.

Then he pulled over to the other side of the street because there was no vacant spot in the parking lot. Beatrice was peeping on and off through her window to see if she would spot his car when he arrived. She knew he frequently drove his Lexus, LS 400. When she saw the limousine parked on the street side, she never envisaged it to be the vehicle she was waiting for.

He stepped out of the car, well-dressed in a white suit and white shoes to match. The apartment complex gate was locked, so he buzzed her apartment number code. Then she answered and inquired who was at the gate.

“Ambrose is at the gate. I’m here to see Beatrice.”

“Okay! I will open the gate for you, sir,” she replied.

She lives in a condominium on the third floor of the building. She stepped out of her apartment and walked towards the main entrance of the third floor to receive him. Shortly after she stepped out, she saw him walking toward her. They held each other and exchanged greetings.

“Good evening, sir. You made it here on the dot.”

“Good evening to you, and happy birthday again! Well, the road was free of traffic.”

“Please let us go in,” she said.

They both walked into her apartment. But he noticed something and paused. Everything in her apartment was white, from the carpet on the floor to the sofas, music system, and television.

“Please come in. Why did you stop at the door?”

“I am just amazed at your choice of color. I cannot walk into your house with shoes on my feet. This is a beautiful place!”

“Mr. Ambrose, are you trying to embarrass me? Please, don’t take off your shoes to enter my house,” she replied.

Despite her strict opposition, he took off the shoes before walking into the house. He was startled by the cleanliness of the home and the spotlessness of the rug. He sat and drew his attention to the flowers she displayed at her favorite spot in the living room.

“Thanks for the roses. They are wonderful,” she said.

“Yes, they are. I’m glad you like them. But how do you keep your house so clean in this manner? I have only encountered a few people who use a white rug on their floors. Yours is sparkling white as snow.”

“That is my way of life. I always try to keep my environment as clean as I can. Remember that I have no children! I live here alone, and it is much easier to maintain when you don’t have too much traffic in the house. You look sharp in your suit. It appears you like white-colored apparel,” she said.

“I’m not so much into a particular color. But I must not fail to admire you this evening. I have never seen you look so gorgeous and extraordinarily charming.”

“Thanks for the compliment. But remember, tonight is my night.”

“I certainly recognize that. Because today is a special day in your life journey, I also have a unique birthday present for you. Take this little gift. I sincerely presented it to you from the bottom of my heart. Once again, happy birthday.”

She took the gift box and opened it, but what she saw was jaw-dropping. Out of the fullness of joy in her heart, she expressed unreserved appreciation for his generosity.

“I think it is about time for us to depart. I made an 8:00 P.M. reservation at the restaurant.”

“Where is the restaurant at?” she asked.

“It is located around 42nd street in Manhattan.”

They came down from the apartment complex. As they walked towards the limousine, she asked him where his car was. He politely told her to follow him. She looked around the area, but the only vehicle within their sight was the limousine.

Suddenly someone came out of the vehicle to open the door for them. She paused for a minute, mumbled, and stood in awe at what she saw.

“Enter the vehicle,” he said.

After they were seated, the driver closed their door and took off to Manhattan. Still dumbfounded, she didn’t believe she was the one sitting in such a luxury limousine.

“If I may ask, what type of vehicle is this?” she asked.

“It is a Rolls Royce.”

“Wow! This is not a vehicle for people like me.”

“Don’t belittle yourself anymore. I know you like simple stuff, but sometimes you have to act the extraordinary way,” he said.

“Are you this generous! I don’t know what else to say to compliment your generosities.”

“I don’t expect you to say anything to boost my ego. All I need is your joy to relinquish the pain and sorrow you’ve been through.”

“You are a nice man. No one has ever treated me like a queen. Vehicles of this class are often reserved for kings, queens, and princesses. You have adorned me like a woman of high social class. And everyone with high taste who saw me in this vehicle tonight might surmise I am one of those famed and respected princesses, actresses, or famous ladies within the social echelon. I’m not ungrateful for your unusual kindness,” she said.

“But you are a princess and must be treated as such.”

“That I do not know. But what I do know is that I’m a woman of virtuous character. I have always been there for those I care for, but unfortunately, they often take that to mean my weakness.”

As they joyfully interacted, the driver pulled into the restaurant arena. The valet parking guy took charge. He opened the rear door, and both stepped out and were directed to the receptionist’s desk to be seated. Within the restaurant was a live jazz band show.

If the management was informed about special occasions such as birthdays, the band often dedicates a birthday song to the celebrant. Therefore, Ambrose dedicates a song on her behalf to be sung when he signals them to do so. The place was lively, and she was carried away by the evening show that was already in progress. Shortly after they were seated, the waitress approached them and introduced herself.

“Welcome to The Rain restaurant. I am Latasha, and I will be your waitress. What shall I offer y’all to drink?”

“Let us have two glasses of water for now,” he replied.

“Everything we serve at the restaurant is listed on the menu booklet. Look at it, and I will be back shortly with your water,” said the waitress.

They glanced through the menu and selected what they needed to order. She returned with the two glasses of water and asked if they were ready to place orders.

“We are ready,” Beatrice replied.

They placed their orders, and Ambrose asked her if she cared for a glass of wine.

“Yes! Red wine is my favorite,” she said.

“I’m a lover of red wine too. Is there a particular brand you have a taste for tonight?”

“Whatever you choose to drink will be my choice,” she said.

He placed an order for his favorite wine. Momentarily, the food and the wine were delivered to their table. Then they began to eat and enjoy the evening.

“This is a nice restaurant. The food is strikingly delicious,” she said.

“It is one of the best restaurants in the area. Their food is pretty good.”

“Do you come here quite often?”

“On special occasions only,” he replied.

“You have made my birthday worthwhile! Don’t you think the driver might be hungry?”

“That’s a good question. Please permit me to step out to have a word with him.”

“Go ahead, sir,” she said.

Ruben was sitting in the lobby waiting for them. “Please tell the lady in charge to offer you a seat and order whatever you want to eat.”

“Okay, sir,” Ruben replied.

On his way back to his seat, he told the shift manager it was time for the musicians to sing the birthday song he had requested. The tradition at the restaurant was for those who could stand to do so in honor of the celebrant. After taking his seat, the musician announced and dedicated a song to her. She was surprised when her name was called. Upon the announcement, the waitress presented a birthday cake to her table. The musician gave the most melodious birthday song she had ever heard. Those who were able to join the musicians did so. In the end, they all said, “Happy birthday to Beatrice! And many more to celebrate!”

She was speechless and flabbergasted.

“Cut the birthday cake,” he said.

“Why did you keep this plan from my awareness?”

“If I had told you beforehand, it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

She cut the cake, and the activities continued. Many of the customers requested to take photos with her, and she was indeed glad for the reception.

“Ambrose, you have done more exceedingly than expected. What form of payback do you want for this?” she asked.

“Payback! I don’t expect you to pay me back in kind. All I’m doing is only a demonstration to prove your worth to me.”

“Ambrose! What are you saying? But you are married.”

“And so, what!”

“You want me to be your mistress, right!”

“Maybe,” he said.

“I’m sorry, I cannot do that. What is wrong with your wife? Why is it that you are having issues with her? But you are a lovely man. If you demonstrate what you have done for me today to her, I honestly believe she will worship you beyond measure.”

She was advised to stop lecturing him about his wife. He settled the bill, and they headed to the Eugene O’Neil Theatre. Before she went into the theatre, she took more photos with the limousine. It was a night well spent with lots of fun to remember.

3

Catherine had wanted not to sleep until her husband made it home, but she dozed off after a long wait. She woke up at 2:00 A.M to use the bathroom. But to her greatest surprise, her man has not made it home. She attempted to call him, but it went straight to his voicemail. “What the heck of business meeting are they holding at this time of the night? It appeared he turned off his phone,” she said.

Although disturbed, she maintained her composure, held her peace, and went back to bed. It wasn’t easy for her. She began to toss from one side of the bed to the other, even when she tried to suppress her anger from manifesting into an ugly situation.

Ambrose dropped off Beatrice at her residence at about 2:45 A.M. He then proceeded to his office to pick up his car. He was impressed with Ruben’s display of professionalism since he would go the extra mile to ensure his customers were satisfied with his services. Being rooted in African tradition, he believes good ethical-moral conduct cannot be bought in the marketplace. He thinks it is a way of life that can be cultivated through personal discipline, practice, selfless sacrifice, learning, and dedication. These hallmarks, he believes, constitute the soul of business which are the fundamental principles required to be successful. His customer relationship skills speak volumes about his character, which earned him the best employee in his company for two years in a roll.

Ambrose was curious to know what he does in his leisure time. In actuality, Ruben doesn’t have any time for leisure activities. If he is not at work, he will be at school or trying to do something to make ends meet. He was commended for his efficient services. He could not be much happier to encounter a customer who was so delighted about the affair of the African people. He pulled into his office building and alerted him they were at his destination. Ambrose gave him his business card and tipped him $500.00.

It was 3:30 A.M. when they arrived at his office. Ruben was concerned if he would be able to drive home safely.

“Why can’t I drive home safely?” he asked.

“Remember that you took some glasses of wine. In the city of New York, drunk driving is against the law. Be careful out there. The cops are everywhere.”

“I will be fine. If you need any assistance in the future, do not hesitate to contact me.”

“God bless you, sir, and goodbye,” Ruben said.

He jumped into his car, took a piece of chewing gum, and began to munch it to remove the smell of alcohol on his breath. He looked at his phone and saw Catherine’s missed calls. He decided to call to alert her that he was on his way home.

“Where have you been all night? I have been trying to reach you.”

“I thought I had earlier told you I would be home late due to pressing business issues that the board of directors decided to resolve.”

“You are right! You desperately refused to take my calls,” she said.

He got home at 4:20 A.M. Before he could say anything to his wife, he went to the bathroom to brush. However, his wife was on her bed and paid little attention to him when he arrived. He went to her and attempted to establish a conversation, but she snubbed him.

“You don’t want to talk to me?”

“You have been drinking. How many bottles did you drink tonight?”

“I only took a sip. The smell of alcohol you observed was from our refreshment,” he said.

“I’m happy you made it safely to the house. That is my ultimate concern.”

“But how are you now?” he asked.

“Seeing you have calmed my tormenting heart. I could not sleep as I should because you refused to take my calls.”

“Sweetheart, it was not intentional.”

“It is easier for you to say that. How can a married man leave his wife abandoned all night without regard for her feelings? That is not right. It is abuse.”

“Well, I have to make money to pay the bills. I don’t know what else to tell you.”

“You are just being unreasonable and unrealistic. I’m the pillar behind your business success. I believe there is certainly a rationale behind your actions,” she said.

“Do you know something that I do not know about?”

“It is clear that you are wearing a mask to cover up your inadequacies. What has bill payment got to do with your lack of concern for your wife?”

“If I don’t work, where will the money come from?” he asked.

“You are speaking as if you are the only one that works in this house. Do you have to spend the whole night out to show you are hard-working? Please give me a break. Do you think you are talking to a little girl!”

“If you are doubting me, where did you think I have been?” he asked.

“Let your conscience judge you. All I have to tell you is to reflect on our first date as far as you can remember. At that time, I was like an angel to you, contrary to your perception of me today as a piece of thrash. I’m now a woman that is valueless in your sight.”

“You are taking this matter out of context. How have I treated you that warrant such remarks.”

“In the past, you treated me like a woman, the way a woman deserves to be treated. You carried me like an egg, like someone special in your life. But over the past year, the feelings you had for me have gradually faded away. If what I’m saying is false, please prove me wrong.”

“What did you want me to reflect on? Why are you bringing our past life into this matter? I have not treated you differently from how I treated you on our first date. I remember clearly it happened on your birthday. You are just being insecure,” he said.

“Insecure! That’s an understatement. But I’m impressed that you remember our first date was on my birthday. Do not lie to yourself, and be mindful of your words. You could barely breathe without me in your arms when I was blooming in my youthful days. Did you forget all your actions that preceded our marriage? You sent me roses almost every week. On weekends you held my hand, walking together at the beach. We went to the movie theatre on countless occasions. Every night we spent countless hours on the phone discussing our future. And most importantly, remember you begged me to marry you. Did you forget these things so easily!”

“Your narratives are correct! But I’m still the same person.”

“My love, why are you deceiving yourself? Do you know you are getting the silver cord loose to break the golden bowl? I have been asking you what I have done wrong that instigated your strange behavior, but you refused to open up to me. Do not act like one of the foolish men. Do not be afraid to speak your mind. Behave like a man and express the issues of your heart. Do not disparage me anymore with your wicked and ill-calculated deceptive scheme.”

“How am I getting the silver cord loosened?”

“It is good to speak the truth because it is the truth that will set you free. I know to speak the truth is bitter, but at the same time, stop lying to my face. Remember when the silver cord is loosened, and the golden bowl is broken, the entrails will gush out.”

“I need to sleep now. I am lost in your parables.”

“No, sir! Let’s talk about it now. These things have been going on for a long time. Little did you realize that you were using your tactical mechanism to wound and shatter my mental equilibrium. I never expected this form of torture from you.”

“It appears you knew something you are refusing to disclose to me,” he said.

“Don’t even go there! Once again, let me remind you that when a man continues to lie to cover up his inadequacies, his credibility will be undermined. It is the single factor that brings down the morale and integrity of man.”

“Catherine! This is just empty talk. This discussion is going nowhere. I will talk to you later when I am up. I need to sleep!”

She hissed and left him in the room. She knew his excuses didn’t add up. Regardless of his hardened heart, she picked up the courage to remain virtuous and be the good wife she has always been.

She began to retrospect on their early days, knowing that he used to be the type that placed his family above anything else. His reluctance to admit his errors and be openly defensive was unlike the man she had known for more than two decades, who now literally treats her like a roommate.

She put their argument behind her to engage in her routine weekend activities. It was 7:00 A.M. on a Saturday. The sun was already up in the sky, adding extra beauty to the new day. Her first objective was to get the house clean and do the laundry. Despite her husband’s unwelcome behavior, she went into his wardrobe and took his dirty clothes to the dry cleaner. He was deeply asleep and snoring! When she returned, the depth of his snoring was so loud that she could not resist going into their bedroom to ensure he was all right. He was usually not the type of person that snores.

She went into the kitchen to prepare a delicious breakfast. He had woken up with a severe headache and staggered past her to use the bathroom. When the food was ready, he invited him to the dining table.

“Bless your heart for the breakfast. I was starving. Please do not think I’m taking you for granted. I was a little high when I came back last night. It took us time to arrive at our final resolution,” he said.

“Was that the reason you could not relate to me cohesively?”

“How did I relate to you? I tried to explain why I came home late, but you seem not to believe me,” he replied.

“Well, I left you alone when our dialogue was heading nowhere. It was clear that you were heavily drunk. I have not heard you snore in the manner you did last night. I was afraid!”

“Did you say I snored?”

“Yes! It was intense and loud enough to collapse the building. I came to check on you; it was that bad,” she said.

“Perhaps I was tired. Thanks for coming to check on me. But you used to call me darling.”