After yet another night spent tugging lightly at the hem of his pyjamas to no avail, I knew my husband was cheating.
Osi was crazy about sex and it had taken a while for me to adjust to his constant need for a tangle between the sheets after we got married. But I had caught up. I had to, I didn’t want my man checking any other woman out on account of my sexual passivity.
So when Uche mentioned she knew some private investigator, I didn’t hesitate to engage his services.