Jade* is a business associate who the BN team has worked with for almost two years. She is bubbly and tackles her job with the highest level of professionalism.
When she mentioned that she had a “story” for BN, We assumed that she meant a BN Prose submission but we were wrong. She wanted to share her story. We imagine “the other woman” as a seductive temptress but often times, it is the girl next door or the girl in the next cubicle who slowly but surely falls into the web.
We’ll say no more, read Jade’s story below.
Before you chastise me, please read my story to the end. I work somewhere on the island in a bank and he works in another branch, just two streets away from mine. I had visited his office a couple of times, not to look for him, but because I had some sort of business there. Well, he is not exactly my kind of guy – he is just too light-skinned, he almost looks caucasian. About 5 7’’, nothing really mind blowing about him. Wears black daily, never smiles. I would walk straight to his office; swing my hips to the left and right, wave to almost everybody, head straight, shoulder high, perfect smile in place. Everyone in his office would acknowledge my presence but he never did. If I was short or tall, it never bothered him, never lifting his face from his system. I guess that kind of endeared me to him.
I always wondered who the guy behind the system was, he never seemed to care until this fateful day when I was given a task and I had to present a strategy document to my boss. My boss was literally hysterical about the whole thing. In a bid to put up what I call the best strategy document I have ever put up till date, I needed to work with him ‘cos’ he is also very skilled in illustration/graphics. (So I heard and so it turned out all ‘cos’ I wanted some paparazzi in the document).
So, I rushed down to his office, then over to his desk, said hi and briefed him on the task and what I required from him. And there it was – his first smile. All I could mutter was ‘is he ok’? And he responded ‘I know what you are thinking’, ‘I know you very well’. I cut in to say ‘Oh no, it’s not that, it’s just that this job is life or death, my promotion is hinged on the success of this pitch, and you came in highly recommended’. He replies ‘No wahala, I will do the job and by the way, you have very lovely legs’. I blush and say a girly ‘Thank you’.
So we worked together for about 3 weeks, on a platonic level I must add, and then my bank got to win the mega account, had my promotion and my life was back to normal. Two weeks later, he shows up at my office, demands to see me from the receptionist. Just as I approach the reception, he rises from his seat, gives me a tight hug, and says he missed me, wants to have lunch with me. I was taken aback, but said yes. At lunch, we laughed, talked, and reminisced on working together. That lunch date was the beginning of many others. From lunch, to dinner, late evening walks and weekend dates, we became an everyday couple.
One day, we went the route of relationships, I had just come out of a 10 month relationship and he had a chick that he loved dearly, and was going to marry. So in my head, I was thinking, ‘He doesn’t love me, he just enjoys my company, as I do his’. Then the calls kept increasing, same with talk time, he literally became a part of my life, dropping me off at home daily after work, enquiring about my family and friends. It was too much for me. I was falling in love.
After 10 months of emotionally cheating with each other, silently getting angry when he was on the phone with his fiancée, and he getting angry if I was getting acquainted with another man, we both knew that we felt something strong for each other but never disclosed it. It was as if, disclosing it would hurt us both. He was going to get married, and I was going to find love someday.
So he got married, had his traditional wedding a weekend before his white wedding. Shockingly, he called me on those days for long hours. I asked where his wife was (at both times) and he said ‘I told her I was taking a walk’. So I asked further, ‘what are we doing? It’s scary’ He calms me down and says ‘Relax, we are not doing anything, we just like each other’s company, that’s all and it’s not a bad thing’. Then it occurred to me, OMG!!!., I’m in deep sh*t.
Postponed his honeymoon for a month, claimed he told her he had so much work at the office, called me at 12pm, the Monday after his white wedding and wanted us to meet. I show up convincing myself that I was just going for lunch with a friend and it meant nothing. We hug warmly, gave me a kiss on the forehead, hugged me again, and there it was – HIS RING. I can’t do this, I said, I simply can’t. I can’t love you and your ring.
He says to me that the ring around his finger is just a form of adornment and that there is a ring around his heart that is meant for me.
I couldn’t stop crying, it was all too much for me. Loving him for 10 months and now this— Secretly loving a married man.
He says I can do it – love him all the way, because he feels the same way and that life is so unfair. But then, how do I love a man and his ring?