There is this strange Mād man that has been harassing me, saying that he’s the father of my child. I have never met him before.

The first time he met me and my husband strolling one evening, this random Iunatic pointed at my pregnancy and said that he’s the father of the unborn child, meaning he was the one who sIept with me.

We have done the DNA test even when the child hasn’t been born. They said my husband is the real father, so who then is this mad man? He even tracked my office and embarrassed me, saying that he won’t leave me until I meet him.

I met my husband when I went home that day. He was just frustrated, but I noticed he was stammering.

“Honey, is there anything you’re not telling me? Because to be honest, I’m confused..” I said, looking deep into his eyes.

“Ahnn… ahnnn… Gift my love, the same way you’re confused, it’s the same way as well. Let’s just leave him, I’ll handle this situation..” Hezekiah replied, but he couldn’t look me in the face. He was busy playing with his wedding ring.

”Please handle it! I’m fed up!” I shouted, tears starting to drop. “Is it until I have a miscarriage that everyone will rest? I have never seen this strange thing in my life. What does this random mad man want from us?”

Hezekiah held my shoulders. “Gift, I promise you, by tomorrow, all this will be over. Just sleep, okay? Don’t think too much.”

The next morning, I woke up around 7:00 AM. Usually, the smell of Hezekiah’s perfume fills the room while he dresses up for work. But today, the room was cold and very quiet.

I turned to the other side of the bed. It was empty.

“Hezekiah?” I called out. No answer.

I stood up and went to the bathroom. Empty. I went to the kitchen. No breakfast was made, and the back door was slightly open.

“Ahnn ahnn, how will Hezekiah go to work without telling me?…” I whispered to myself. My heart started beating fast. My husband never leaves without kissing my forehead and saying goodbye to the baby.

I ran back to the room and saw his phone on the bed.

“Why would he leave his phone?” I picked it up. There were no new messages, but I saw he had a missed call at 3:00 AM from an unsaved number.

“Where exactly did my husband go this early morning?”

It was just 7:10 AM. I was standing in the middle of the living room, still in my nightgown. How did he leave the house secretly that I didn’t know? Hezekiah is a heavy sleeper, and he knows I am a light sleeper. He must have walked on his toes to leave.

I picked up our landline and called his office manager, Mr. James.

“Hello, Mr. James? Is Hezekiah in the office yet?”

“Good morning, Madam,” James replied. “No, ma. As a matter of fact, the office is still locked. The security guards are just now opening the gate. Is everything okay?”

“I… I don’t know,” I said, my voice cracking. “He’s not at home.”

I called his best friend, his mother, and even his brother. Nobody had seen him. It was as if Hezekiah had disappeared into thin air.

Where did my husband go?

Why is he missing all of a sudden?