30/11/2025
My wife has too many ugly stretch marks that puts me off"
CHAPTER 1
He stood at the bedroom door, staring at the woman he married… terrified to lie beside her.
Not because she was dangerous—
but because the stretch marks on her body “disgusted” him so deeply he had not touched her in months.
That was the moment everything began to fall apart—
the moment that would later haunt him, destroy his peace, and force him to confront a truth he’d spent years running from.
But for now, let’s pause right there.
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Now… let’s go back to where it truly began.
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He never imagined marriage could feel like a prison he built with his own hands. His wife, Amara, once the woman he chased for two years, the woman who used to make his heart beat like a talking drum, now felt like a stranger he was trapped with. And the worst part? She had no idea.
Every night became a silent war inside him. He would pretend to fall asleep on the couch, pretending work stressed him out, pretending everything was normal. But nothing was normal. Not anymore.
Because the truth was simple, ugly, and shamefully shallow:
he couldn’t stand the sight of her stretch marks.
They were everywhere—her stomach, her thighs, her hips.
Lines carved by childbirth, life, and sacrifice.
But in his eyes, they were flaws too loud to ignore.
He hated himself for thinking it.
He hated himself for feeling it.
But the thought didn’t stop.
Every time she changed clothes, he looked away.
Every time she reached for him at night, he pretended to be tired.
Every time she smiled at him with that gentle softness she always carried, guilt punched him in the chest.
Yet he still withdrew, becoming colder and colder, like harmattan wind inside the house.
And Amara… oh, she felt it.
She felt the distance.
She felt the silence.
She felt the rejection buried beneath his forced smiles and half-hearted hugs.
But she never questioned him.
She never accused him.
Instead, she blamed herself.
She started wearing big shirts around the house.
She started bathing in the dark.
She started rushing to dress before he walked into the room.
And slowly, she began shrinking, like a candle burning down to its last inch.
He saw it.
He noticed the way her laughter faded.
He noticed her eyes losing their shine.
He noticed the way she held her stomach when no one was watching, as if trying to hide what she never asked for.
But still… he said nothing.
Because admitting the truth felt like swallowing shame itself.
In their culture, people loved to say marriage was simple:
“Just love your wife.”
But no one ever talked about the things people secretly struggled with, the flaws they couldn’t unsee, the imperfections they didn’t know how to accept.
He thought he could live with it.
Ignore it.
Pretend it didn’t matter.
But one night changed everything.
The night Amara finally broke.
The night she walked into the living room at 1 a.m., eyes red, voice shaking, heart shattered in a way he didn’t understand yet.
She stood there, staring at him, holding something in her hand—something that would twist his whole world upside down.
But what she said next will change everything.
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