THE SECRET MY HUSBAND BURIED

Chapter 1: My Own Grave

The night I discovered my husband was cheating, I followed him.I expected to find another woman.Instead, I found my own grave.It was almost midnight when I saw David's car leave our compound.I was standing behind the curtain, still wearing the red dress I had bought for our anniversary.He had told me he was tired.“Work has been crazy, sweetheart,” he had said.Then he kissed my forehead, picked up his keys and walked out.Our anniversary.Our fifth anniversary.I had spent the entire evening preparing dinner.The candles were still burning on the dining table.The wine was untouched.And the cake I had ordered had my name and his written across it in white icing.Five years together.Five years of believing I knew the man I married.But something about the way he left bothered me.David never went anywhere that late without telling me.Never.I watched his headlights disappear through the gate.For almost ten minutes, I stood there arguing with myself.Then I grabbed my handbag.I didn't even change out of the red dress.I took my small car and followed him.At first, I thought he was heading toward Westlands.Then he turned toward Limuru Road.My heart began beating faster.“Where are you going, David?”I kept a safe distance behind him.His car eventually left the main road and entered a smaller, poorly lit road surrounded by trees.I almost turned back.Almost.Then his brake lights appeared.He stopped.I stopped several metres behind him.David got out.He looked around before opening the boot.There was something inside.A black bag.He carried it into the darkness.I switched off my headlights and followed him on foot.The night was cold.My heels sank into the soft ground as I walked between the trees.“David?”He didn't hear me.Or perhaps he did.I saw a faint light ahead.Then I heard voices.Two men.I crouched behind a large tree.David was standing beside a freshly dug patch of ground.A man I didn't recognize stood opposite him.The stranger was holding a shovel.My stomach...