My name is Mercy Wanjiru, and I never thought I would go through something so painful.
I have always trusted my husband. I have never touched his phone, never checked his messages. I believed in giving him privacy. I thought that’s what a good wife does.
But slowly, I noticed he was different. He stopped showing me love like before. He used to call me sweet names, hold my hand, smile at me like I was the most important person in the world.
Now, he avoided eye contact, came home late, and seemed distant. Something in my heart told me something was wrong. CONTINUE READING