I got married in a traditional ceremony to my husband, 20 years ago. I’m from Ughelli South and my husband is from Isoko North, both in Delta State.
We relocated from Delta State to Lagos State, immediately after we got married.
I came into my husband’s house with my five year daughter whose pregnancy her father denied. My husband took up the responsibility of raising her as his own and even gave her his surname.
Today, she is not only a certified Estate Surveyor, but very lucky to be in the employment of one of the leading firms, in Nigeria.
My husband and I, inspite of putting in our best efforts, have been unable to conceive since we got married.
About two years ago, my daughter got pregnant for an unknown man. Having walked that road before, I insisted on her keeping the baby and gave her my whole support.
She gave birth to a son, who in a strange way takes after my husband in looks. My husband and I were happy to be grandparents. We both dotted on the baby.
By now my daughter was already on her own. My husband bought her a very expensive car as a gift for making him proud as a father.
Since she bears my husband’s surname, I didn’t think it out of place when she gave his surname to my grandson since his father was unknown.
Few weeks ago, my daughter fell ill, and had to be admitted. My husband who always took it upon himself to be by her side in times, like this, was on official assignment outside the country. The responsibility of caring for her and my grandson became solely mine.
For the first time, I had access to my daughter’s bedroom, as she had made it clear to me that her room was off limit to me.
Since she and the baby needed change of clothes, I had to enter her room to get them.
That was when I discovered the biggest shock and betrayal of my life. Adorning her bedroom walls were pictures of her and my husband in intimate postures. Even the ones of their court wedding were pasted on the walls.
It was from these pictures I got to know my husband was the father of her son as well as the one on the way since the doctor confirmed her pregnant before I left the hospital to bring her change of clothes.
I’m so pained at this betrayal.
Should I abandon her at the hospital especially as she and my husband from the documents I saw in her room, have concluded all plans to travel out of the country?
Should I call my husband to tell him about my findings? Should I confront my daughter?
Please your advice for this woman!
