“what is that supposed to mean?” I questioned.
She looked around to make sure we were alone, “well after my husband went to bed last night…the slave boy and I…found ourselves keeping each other company all night.” She confessed.
I didn’t know what to make of this, I made her explain again to make sure I had heard her right. I wasn’t sure how to react, one of my good friends just admitted to cheating on her husband with their slave and looked like she had plans to do so again. “are you crazy, what if your husband finds out?” I rebuked. “he won’t find out; I’m being careful” she replied full of pride. “oh, here come the boys, make sure you don’t say anything to them” she stated
We all had dinner together talking about any news or rumors we had heard while in the city and after, our neighbors said their goodbyes and left. I now found myself in the middle of a dilemma, should I tell my husband, tell our neighbor, or should I just keep this secret to myself. I wasn’t sure what to do so I decided to pray to the gods to send me and answer and went to bed thinking I’d know what to do in the morning. It shouldn’t have been that hard of a decision, if I did not know the person who had committed the act, I would put no second thought into this scenario, but this is a friend of mine, one whom I have known for a few years now, who has helped me in various occasions. I knew that if I were to tell anyone about this, there would …show more content…
She may be my friend but I believe that the right answer is to put a stop to this regardless of what happens to her. Now the question that stood before me was who I should tell, do I just tell my husband and let him take care of it, or should I directly tell our neighbor of this. After pondering for most of the day, I decided to tell my husband since our neighbor would listen to him directly. Right after we had finished eating dinner I told my husband and as soon as I did, he made a look that I had never seen before, he gathered his clothes and a light, and stormed off into the night towards our neighbor’s house. Me and my son went to bed shortly after and I was kept up by my thoughts, I was pondering if I really did the right thing, I assured myself that it indeed was but deep down I knew, the normal peaceful life I had worked so hard to keep, would turn into chaos for a while and there was nothing I could do about it. I had a fear that these days would never return to us and me and my husband would grow further apart from lack of trust all from this one incident. The following morning, I had a conversation with my husband about last night, he told me that he went over there and talked to our neighbor and they decided they would need proof that this was happening before