Chelsea slowly opened her eyes to farmiliar surroundings. She knew the picture on the wall from the first vacation she and Akin took together. It was two weeks of bliss in Calabar. She. enjoyed every bit of the carnival…and every frame if memory she built with Akin.
Akin. Chelsea tried to get up and realized she was a littl light headed. She recalled the conversation. Akin was wedding someone else. Chelsea sat up, willing herself to get out and run. Every fibre in her body told her that was the best thing to do.
Akin walked into the room. He was carrying a tray. She recognized the mug from her graduation. A gift from Akin. She had kept it all through her stay in the UK.
Akin smiled at her. But it looked like a forced smile. It seemed he was in pain. Chelsea could swear that Akin had a plan. He was too methodical not to. And if he had a plan, she was willing to hear it.
‘Chelsea, you know I love you, don’t you?’
Chelsea stared down at her hands. The calmer side of her told her to hand Akin back his ring and say goodbye.
The word sat cold and alone in her chest. How could she just say goodbye to a six year investment and all without so much of a fight? Why would she let this girl, whoever she is, just strut in and take Akin away from her?
‘What do you want to do?’
Chelsea’s tone was surprisingly calm. In less than five minutes, she had evaluated her situation. Life without Akin flashed through her mind and she just knew it was a life she didn’t want. It was a life she couldn’t live.
‘I know this might sound crazy, but hear me out’
Chelsea was willing to listen to anything, no matter how bizarre. Anything to take out this emptiness that was creeping into her heart. As long as Akin still loved her, she was willing to do anything to keep him. There were no options really. She simply could not live without Akin.
‘I will marry her for the sake of my baby. I am marrying her in name only. I will have absolutely nothing to do with.her afterwards’.
Akin paused slightly, allowing his words to sink in. Chelsea pretty much had her emotions under control. Her countenance betrayed nothing.
‘In two years, maximum three, I will ask for a divorce. That is if she doesn’t leave herself before then’.
Chelsea could not believe her ears. That was it? The grand plan involved her giving up Akin for three years? And what would be her status during this period. Chelsea knew the word but could not get herself to think it.
Chelsea tried to get off the bed, Akin stopped her. His hand brushing her arm sent a tingling sensation through her spine. Chelsea could not imagine her body betraying her at this moment. Suddenly, all she wanted to do was pull him close and make him suck her nipples one after the other while fingering her to ecstasy.
‘Chelsea, I’m sorry…please don’t push me away. You are my life, my all…’
The floodgate of tears broke. She hated Akin seeing her cry. Crying was for weak women. She was Chelsea, strong, independent…the tears kept coming.
Akin turned away.
Chelsea just wanted to get away from him. She just wanted to crawl under the covers and cry herself to sleep hoping that by tomorrow this will all turn out to be a dream. Akin would just call and tell her it was a joke. Chelsea automatically thought of the day’s date. And then it struck her.