Work Wife Gone Too Far! | Caribbean Confessions

Maisay, working at one of Saint Lucia’s top hotels is a blessing and a curse. The vibes can be real nice. But the people? Sometimes they’ll make your life messy. I’m talking about Sharma, my “work wife.”

It started small. Flirting in the kitchen, playful teasing… some Lucian women like to touch first, like men eh have feelings, u know? She’d brush past me “accidentally,” lean close while we chopping vegetables, laugh a little too loud at my jokes. And the touches… oh man, she kept touching me, on my arm, shoulder, back… until one day, I couldn’t talk myself out of it. Man is man, and Sharma? She knew exactly what she was doing.

Then came the rides. I upgraded her from taking the staff bus. Gas expensive, and Maisay… my own woman was cheap IHMC, she wasn’t even putting gas for me, but Sharma? She putting gas for me like nothing. That little gesture? Legalized the ting, and every ride, every gesture, pushed us closer.

And then the walk-in freezer… Maisay, that’s when it got real. She didn’t say “excuse me,” just passed right in front of me, rubbing on me while I wasn’t even expecting it. Cold as the freezer was, my blood boiling. That cemented her intentions, and from that day, the cheating really started. Lying about shifts, sneaking extra hours, finding excuses to be alone… it became a real routine.

Now let’s talk about the Christmas staff party. Management said, “No partners,” but did we care? Nah, man. Whole night is pure daggering, pure 6:30 like that’s my real woman. A piece of rum drink that night!

Little did I know, my woman’s cousin was working as the sound engineer that night. He wasn’t just running the system… he was taking photos of every single move. I didn’t even notice him. Maisay, Karma is a bitch!

Same night, my phone blow up. My woman saw the pictures. Mate have me in all type of angles… Real watchman vibe, he even find out what the girl name was, what department she working, where she living, who her ex is, who her mun is… and give my girl all that info.

Lucian women, boy!… they are detectives, serious detectives! C.I.D need to hire them to do the work. She interrogated me like a real suspect via WhatsApp: “Who’s Sharma? Why you giving her rides? Why your hands on her waist?” I swear, I tried to explain, but words didn’t help. I told her I will talk to her when I reach home, me and the shabs are just cool coworkers, shortly after typing that my battery die.

I thought the drama done for the night after the interrogation, but Maisay, I was dead wrong. While I inside the party daggering like a madman, thinking my woman home vex and WhatsApping me… she wasn’t home at all. She was outside the venue, hiding like a real undercover agent.

Party done, Sharma and I step out, I reach the car, open the driver side, Sharma walking straight to the passenger seat. Before she could even touch the handle, out of nowhere, my woman appear like a shadow. Boy, my heart drop straight to my feet.

She roll and look Sharma dead in the eye:
“If you is woman, sit down in that ride.”

Sharma look at me, then at her. I jump in quick, stand between them, trying to calm it down. “Babe, relax… is just coworkers, nothing serious. You reading it wrong.” My mouth moving fast, but my brain blank.

Sharma still holding the door handle, half scared, but you can still see she was ready for the war. My woman’s face? Demon mode. I stretch my arm back, block Sharma like a referee, telling her, “Stand behind me.” But deep down I knew it was too late. The damage done, the evidence already stack up, and now both of them face-to-face in a parking lot warzone.

That’s when an SSU officer who was at the party intervened. Garcon, the scene was getting real ugly. People circling, recording, security just watching… it coulda end in blows. The officer step in, calm everybody down, and long story short, that night I ended up leaving with Sharma, dropping her home.

I went back to my place, and my woman wasn’t there. I call her phone, no answer. I stay up whole night waiting, Maisay, heart pounding like a drum. Next day, evening time, she show up!!! together with the same SSU officer. They come straight in the house, she start packing her things, cool like she rehearsed it. Didn’t even argue. Just cold vibes.

That was the last I ever see that woman. Later on I finding out, after the staff party she end up moving in with the same officer. Now the two of them engaged, living their best life.

And Sharma? Her relationship still intact. She patch up with her man like nothing ever happen. Everybody at work laughing at me, and me? I deh with a old gros pwell and a set of regrets.

Moral of the story? Maisay… Lucian women dangerous.

And doh base it cold! I have a part 2 for you eh! Me and the officer, doh worry it coming

Signed

“Retired Work Husband”

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