I caught my husband with the woman I called my sister

I come back from market early one day. My shop boy tell me say my husband, Femi, dey home since afternoon. I say okay, maybe him no feel well.

When I enter the house, I hear noise from the back room. I open the door and I see my husband and my best friend, Chidinma, on the bed. Naked. The woman I help pay her rent last month. The woman I give my old clothes for her children.

I just stand there. No shout. No cry. I look at them and I close the door quiet quiet. I go outside and sit down. Since that day, I never talk to any of them again. Some people no deserve your kindness. Trust is a very expensive thing in this life.