The Prodigal Couple
The Prodigal Couple A wife joined her husband in the bedroom. Their children were asleep. He was busy reading the newspaper. She looked at him. “My love, there’s something I need to confess” she began to speak. “What is it?” he asked without looking at her, his face still glued to the newspaper. “I have been unfaithful,” she said. He looked at her with fiery eyes. He slapped her. For the first time in their marriage, he slapped her. “How could you woman?! Seventeen years of marriage, four children and this is what you do to me? You cheat on me? How can you stoop so low?” he shouted. He got up from the bed. He started pacing as he continued shouting, “You are the one who always tells me to keep off women. Out of respect, I keep females at a distance and you on the other hand do this?” He was about to pounce on her and beat her. The sting of unfaithfulness enraged him. A knock was heard on the door. Their firstborn, Maria, a fourteen-year-old girl walked into their bedroom. “Mom, dad; is everything OK?” Maria asked. “Get out! Get out!” he shouted as his daughter. “It’s OK Maria, dad and I will sort this out. Go to sleep.” She told their daughter. Maria walked out
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