Dark Twists

This is my story, my life. The twists and turns of a thirty-year-old woman. If you'd listen or rather read then you might just be able to imagine being in my shoes.

You might be able to see and feel all that happened in my life. There's nothing worse than being in love with someone, exchanging vows with that someone, loving that someone for over ten tears only to find out that it was all a fake. Ten years of marriage was all fake.

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I was on my way back home from a wedding Liz invited me to. I initially did not want to go, but after much pressure from her, I finally got dressed for the wedding.

I decided to use this as an opportunity to have some fun. Having been too occupied with work for months, this was a perfect opportunity to let out some steam.

We got to the church just as the ceremony was about to start. The wedding ceremony wasn't luxurious, it was rather low-key.

The church was on the outskirts of town. Maybe they were a humble couple and didn't want a showy wedding.

There were not many people at the church, but hopefully, the reception would be packed.

The ceremony started by first welcoming the groom. I did not bother looking back to see the groom; after all, he would stand in front of the church, and I would have a full view of him.

My phone made a beep sound and I looked down to see what message I had received. It was from my PA, she had finally sent the documents I asked for.

I heard a grasp from Liz sitting beside me as the priest welcomed the bride. I turned off my phone and looked up. I took a glance at the groom before turning my head in the direction of the bride.

As my eyes lingered on the bride, I couldn't help but picture the groom in my head. It was odd but his image seemed familiar.

My line of sight went back to him, and my whole body froze. My whole system shut down as I stared at the man in black tux smiling widely as the bride walked down the aisle towards him.

I turned to look at Liz as I let out a shaky breath.

Liz looked at me, the same shocked expression on her face. She quickly brought out the invitation card and went through it again. I didn't even wait for her to finish; I grabbed the card from her and read through it.

There in block letters was his name...Francisco Ramon.

I was Sally Ramon, the legally wedded wife of Francisco Ramon so I just couldn't wrap my head around how the groom looked exactly like my husband, why they had the same name and why the hell he was getting married. The confusion was so evident on my face.

"Sally...isn't that you're husband?" Liz asked pointing a finger at him. Just then, his eyes fell in our direction and our eyes met.

I didn't fail to notice the shocked expression on his face but the next moment, it was gone. He looked away from me to the woman in a white wedding dress.

I felt my heart squeezing violently inside my chest as my eyes watered."let's get out of here." I breathed and got up.

The bride was walking towards Francisco in the opposite direction of me.

The only person that should be standing right now was the bride as an old man walked her to the altar but the case was different here. Just as I was about to walk past the woman, I bumped shoulders with her and took a glance at her only to find her smirking at me.

My hands trembled, and my feet felt so wobbly. I felt weak, so damn weak that I found it hard to breathe. My husband was marrying someone else and I had attended the wedding.

I knew Liz felt guilty about what happened, but I was thankful because if Liz hadn't forced me, then I wouldn't have found out that my husband had cheated and was even getting married again.

"I didn't even look at the name, I didn't even realize the name on the invitation," Liz explained.

As we drove back to my house I did nothing but cry. It was too hard to believe. I had hoped that maybe he was my husband's doppelganger but the shocked and guilty look I saw in his eyes proved me wrong.

I couldn't explain how I felt; how was I going to explain to my daughters that their father was going to divorce me and leave us for good?

I didn't have to think too much because the divorce, which I feared, didn't come. Instead, he came home that night with the woman.

I should have questioned him, I should have thrown a tantrum or probably started a fight, but I only stood there watching from the balcony as he drove into our mansion, too weak to even breathe properly.

It was then that I understood why the wedding was low-key. He didn't want it to turn into a scandal.

I called my dad that night. I explained everything to him, but he only said that a man could take as many wives as he wanted as long as it wasn't forbidden or illegal.

Real typical!

Of course, what was I expecting? My dad was a Nigerian so it was very normal to have as many wives as possible. My mum was a white woman but she passed away a year ago.

My mother had cancer. The doctor said that she still had time, but unfortunately, she died so suddenly. I wasn't done grieving my mother and now Cisco added another pang of pain to the one I was feeling.

Due to my status in society, if news got out that my husband had cheated and married behind my back then it would ruin my reputation.

But I won't stand down; he broke our vows, so I'll break him.

Pamela was a skinny big-eyed lady, short with very slim legs, short brown hair and a face that looked like a flattened O. Her skin colour was dark brown, and her big brown eyes looked like they were going to pop out of their socket anytime soon.

It's been seven days since I attended my husband's wedding, and today, I was at a cafe with Liz.

I had to leave the house to clear my head and lessen the pain I felt in my heart. We just sat there, and Liz kept whistling, trying to soothe the tense atmosphere.

I hadn't done anything, I didn't go to work. I couldn't eat, I just stayed up in my room staring at the ceiling while my girls kept me company.

Iris wasn't particularly happy about the fact that a stranger was living with us. She was ten and she understood what the situation was.

Her sisters were either oblivious or simply just didn't care.

"I think you should get a divorce, no, you're getting a divorce," Liz said. I had thought about it but I didn't want to be a divorcee.

I know I sounded stupid; I am stupid.

But a divorce was too easy. It meant I'm letting him and that bitch off the hook so easily. I wanted revenge; I wanted both of them to suffer tenfold.

I wanted to appease my rage so badly. If only murder was legal, I would have poisoned him long ago.

" I'm not getting a divorce, not yet." Gritting my teeth, I stared at my mug hard and long.

Liz scoffed." Don't be stupid, you're a public figure. This is a huge scandal as it is."

" Exactly, I'm a public figure! In the end, I'll get affected, and my girls will get affected too, and then who wins?" I raised a brow.

Liz shook her head. Disbelief clouding her expression." So are you saying you're going to just sit back and share your husband?Let him treat you like some insignificant being?"

A small, lazy smile crept on my lips." who says I'm going to sit back and watch? I'm going to destroy him inside out. Slowly he wouldn't even realize it."

The rage I felt right now was enough to set this place ablaze. I might not be thinking straight right now but I've been cooking up plans.

A divorce is not my kind of revenge, if we get an annulment, we'll just simply go our separate ways.

And then I'll be left to pick up the broken pieces of my life while he soars with that woman.

" Then, what exactly are you going to do?" Liz asked, supporting her jaw with her palms.

I sighed." I'll act like nothing happened."

Liz burst out laughing." That's not you talking, you can't do that. He cheated for crying out loud. He got married when he already had a wife."

Taking a sip of my coffee, I spoke." if I fight with her, I'm only going to push Cisco away from me."

She scoffed, irritation written all over her face." Are you crazy?"

I remained calm. I've thought this through for the past week." For my revenge to break him, I'll have to make him believe that I'm so stupidly in love with him that I can't ask for a divorce."

Liz slammed her hands on the table. Creating a loud bang that turned various heads in our direction."You want to live in the same house as that bitch and dick you call a husband?"

I nodded, clenching my fists under the table. As much as it disgusted me. I'm willing to do it. " He threw ten good years of marriage away like it was some trash and you expect me to be satisfied by giving him a divorce. I want to ruin him beyond repair. My name will get dragged in the mud but no one would raise a finger to him because he is the almighty influential Ramon."

I shook my head." If I'm going down, then he's going down with me."

Liz ran a hand through her curls." I hope whatever you're planning works. I've got your back on this, we will ruin him together."

My chest warmed up, she's the best.

I relaxed further in my chair, my heart aching. It's going to take a while but it's worth it. By the time I'm done, he'll be the one begging.

I'll give myself one month. One month to endure this humiliation while I put my plan in motion.

30 days is enough and then I'll ruin him for good.

I got home late and met Cisco sitting on the balcony; Pamela was sitting on his lap. She was equally flirting with him; they were both laughing so loud that the sound of their voice felt like needles in my ears.

It pained me so much to see them together. I still couldn't imagine that Cisco just threw away ten wonderful years of marriage. We even had three children!

He should have at least thought about how the girls would feel. I shook my head, ignoring them and went straight into my bedroom and to bed.

I'm still living in this house for revenge.

Revenge!

That's what's keeping me going.

The next day, I was in the kitchen with Iris, preparing breakfast. I was going to play the good wife with a hidden agenda. I was just in the mood for a little evil.

"Iris!" I called.

Iris dropped the carrot she was chewing on and ran over to me. "Yes, Mum?"

"Help me set the table " As much as I didn't want; to, I had to.

She gave me a weird look. "Mum, I'm sorry, but I can't set the table if that lady dad brought home will sit with us."

I sighed, ruffling her hair." Do you trust, mummy?"

She hesitated but then nodded.

" Good, set the table."

She grumbled but eventually did as I said. I heard adding certain stuff to cooked food can cause some incredible discomfort if consumed.

I mixed the powder in the sauce; it was tasteless but could send you halfway to heaven through the toilet.

Iris came back to the kitchen after setting the table." Don't eat anything here, I'm ordering food for us in a few minutes."

She furrowed her brows, her eyes glued to my hand sprinkling powder over the sauce." Please tell me you're poisoning that woman." She gasped.

I chuckled." Not poison but close enough."

The table was set and as shameless as they were, they came down to eat.

They kept feeding each other, kissing and laughing all the while eating my food.

Idiots.

Iris and I exchanged looks and she giggled. Did I mention that my daughters and I were the perfect duo?

We continued eating our separate food like nothing was happening.

Francisco hasn't said a word to me ever since. It was like we were strangers. He just cast me aside like I was trash. And I would cast him aside, recycle him and then cast him aside again.

I finished eating and retired to my room. I had made up my mind not to go to work until Monday, I did not want to be in the headlines. At least I'll let things subside a little before showing my face in public.

I waited for hours, but sleep refused to take me; I was still battling to find sleep when I heard a knock on my door. I got up slowly to open the door and was shocked at who I saw. The only bitch in the house was standing at my door.

"What..do..you.. want?" I snapped. If only I could strangle her right now.

"Ummm....I just wanted to talk to you". Her voice sounded rather low.

" About what huh? How you stole my husband?" I spat disgusted.

" Noo..... I don't want this either". Pam said. " I know you think I stole your husband, but believe me I don't want this marriage."

I just stared at her like I had seen a ghost. How would she explain the nasty smirk on her face during the wedding?

"I know Francisco is very rich, and even if I am not in my right senses, I would never want to be a second wife, not even for money". She continued.

I stared at Pamela's face for a long moment, disbelief written on my face.

I wanted to laugh.

I laughed.

Did this woman think I would fall for her cheap tricks after all the flirting she had engaged in with my husband?

It was So unbelievable how this woman was trying to redeem herself after agreeing to marry a man who already had a family.

I scoffed." Get out of my face. "I said, feeling irritated.

She trembled, her eyes brimming with tears." I was forced to, " Pam said, lowering her face.

I paused and then burst out laughing."What? Cisco forced you to marry him.

?"I said sarcastically.

" He wasn't the only one; my parents forced me; I had no choice," Pam said as her voice cracked.

I paused for a moment. "I don't understand." I could not tell if Pam was lying or not, but She looked sincere.

" They didn't give me a chance to speak for myself, all they said was that I had to." She began sobbing.

I only stared at her. What the hell was I supposed to say?

Pam only stared at me with tear-filled eyes." I need your help, Sally." She said grabbing hold of my hand and squeezing it softly. " I'm supposed to be getting married next month."

I went speechless after hearing what she said. This whole story was getting suspicious by the minute.

I yanked my hand away from her grip. " You should be asking him for help, not me; I don't want to get dragged into your problems." I replied with a blank expression. I was not ready to believe someone I just met but then I just went with the flow.

She wouldn't lie about her wedding which was even next month, right?

Right?

She fidgeted with her dress." Please I'm begging you, I'll tell you everything I know, just help me get out of here."

I creased my brows."Tell me what? Start speaking now if you want my help."

Exhaling deeply she spoke." Don't get mad if you see me flirting with him. It's all an act.I just have to pretend so that he would not notice anything."

I pretended not to care ." just don't do it too much, it's annoying."

Pamela nodded almost immediately. I gave her a quick smile and we both stood there staring at each other. Pamela, on the other hand, just kept smiling like an idiot, I had to look anywhere else but her to stop herself from throwing up.

"Why don't you sneak out of the house and elope with your fiancee and never come back....how does that sound, huh?" I hoped she would agree to my plan immediately but Pamela only gave me a bitter smile.

" My fiancee is in Africa and he doesn't have any idea that I am here in England."She shrugged.

"Then how did you get here? In fact, how did you meet my husband."I suddenly wanted to know.

" Cisco brought me here. I tried running away, but he sent people after me. I even gave an excuse that I didn't have money to pay for my flight, but he insisted he'd pay for me. He even came to Africa to make sure I entered the plane ".Pam explained.

A frown appears on my face." Wait! When did this happen?"

" Umm...two weeks ago, I guess. " Pam replied.

I scoffed, biting down on my lower lip. I was already fuming as I put the pieces together. I remembered clearly what happened two weeks ago.

Cisco had told me that he was going to Africa, Nigeria, particularly for a business meeting to represent me since I was the CEO. I had insisted on going with him, but he bluntly refused, saying that it was an emergency meeting and he didn't want me to get stressed.

I had felt uneasy about him going, but I shoved it aside; Cisco returned from his so-called business meeting, but this time, he didn't return with paperwork or documents but with her. That's the only reasonable explanation I could think of.

" He lied to me !" I clutched my hair. I should have known all along. His sudden change of behaviour towards me and our girls. The distant looks in his eyes gave him away but I was too stupid to notice that something was wrong.

I wanted an explanation for all he had done ." He'll explain everything to me right now. "Without thinking, I started walking towards Cisco's room when Pamela pulled her back.

" You can't, he doesn't know I'm talking to you about this." She whispered.

I stopped in my tracks, my chest heaving up and down. I was so confused right now, my Brian was so foggy.

In summary, Cisco abducted Pamela and forced her to marry him when he already had a wife.

But Why?

Why did he do that?