My darling husband, you mean the world to me.
My name is Rosemary and I’m a twin. My twin sister is Anne, and ever since we were small, she has always been jealous of me. Maybe it was because I was prettier and more brilliant than her.
I remember those days in primary school when I used to come back home at the end of the term with the first position while Anne took average position.
My parents were always very proud of me and I guess this was what engendered the jealousy and envy in the heart of my twin sister.
Even at the university, boys looked in my direction and ignored my twin sister.
I won the contest for the most beautiful girl on campus and acquired all the hot and rich boyfriends on campus while Anne had to make do with those poor guys on campus that can hardly afford to take their babes out.
I didn’t need the pocket money my parents gave me since I got a lot of money from men.
But Anne, on the other hand, had to share her little pocket money with her poor boyfriend who found it difficult to even pay his school fee.
I laughed at both Anne and her boyfriend and made a ridicule of the poor boy in public.
I thought it was only a joke but my sister hated me for that and swore to get her own pound of flesh from me later. I thought it was the mere ranting of an ant.
Three years later, after we had both graduated from the university, I met Ike, a rich handsome young man who proposed to me within two weeks of meeting me.
When I announced my marriage plans, Anne did not rejoice with me and my parents. She just kept to herself. I wedded my husband in grand style and got a good job with a bank.
However, my husband usually closed from work before me and whenever he got home there was nobody to cook his dinner for him, since I usually closed late from the bank.
So, in order to find a permanent solution to the problem, I begged my twin sister to come and live with us.
I thought it was better for my sister to live with us instead of getting a house-girl because I had heard how house-girls snatched women’s husbands. Little did I know my twin sister would try to snatch my husband.
I usually returned home from work around 10pm. My sister Anne had lived with us for a year and six months when one day, I had to close earlier than usual because my boss traveled that night.
So I arrived home by 7pm and caught my twin sister, Anne, and my husband Ike, on the couch in the sitting room making love.
The three of us had a big fight and my parents had to come from the village to settle the matter. But my sister refused to apologize to me for what she had done and simply moved out of my matrimonial home.
I suspect that she might still be sleeping with my man elsewhere and I’ve sworn that if I catch her with my husband again, I will surely kill her. I believe blood is thicker than water, but not when adultery is involved.
My mother says it is an abomination for a twin sister to kill her fellow twin, but I don’t care. If my twin sister doesn’t want to die, she should leave my husband alone. Period!
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