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A Sad Story 5

The first wife sees that her plan had really worked well for her. She hid behind the corner of the house as she began planning another evīl one.

Well, after Amanda took the drug which was poison£d by the chief wife, she fell to the floor and was unconscious, and she didn't know what she was doing.

The four wives of the chief were all laughing as they whispered among themselves.

“Huh... That little w!tch thinks she is wise enough; I told you guys, “I will make sure she loses that pregnancy. That us£less girl can't live peacefully in this house, as far as I am concerned. Even our husbands can't stop us from doing our things,” she said as they all laughed.

And Amanda, who was lying helplessly on the floor, was trying hard to hold up to herself, as no one was ready to help. Even the maids were all afraid to help because they Don't want to lose their jobs.

But the four wicked wives still held on to their evil minds, wanting Amanda to d!e. They did this because of the hatr£d and jealousy they had towards her. They only wanted to see poor little Amanda face death at a young age.

They still did everything possible to make her suffer more. They poured water on her, even as she was fighting death. But these four ev!l wives still held on to themselves, wanting her to see more hell.

“You little b@stards, now you can see my true colours. After all I’ve done to the other ones, you still have the guts to come with that nonsense pregnancy,” the first wife said with anger.

Just as Amanda was fighting for survival, the 3rd wife brought out something t£rrible to strike Amanda. As she tried to do it, the rich old man drove into the compound.

“You us£less girl, you are just lucky today, else you should have seen your self in hell, the first wife Sandra said. As they all sniffed away.

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Three best friends

Episode 5

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Teni had crossed lines.

She wasn’t just pretending anymore — she was living the lies.

By day, she was the quiet, introverted girl on campus.
But by night?

She became James, Adaora’s sweet lover boy…
…or King Leo, Zainab’s mysterious bearded fantasy.

And somehow?

She was killing both roles like a Nollywood veteran.

The Message That Sparked the Night

That afternoon, while Teni was trying to focus on her lecture, Zainab’s text popped up like temptation itself:

Zainab: “Hey King 👑. I have the whole room to myself tonight. You down to come chill? Just vibes.”

Teni read it.
Reread it.

Her heart pounded so loud, even the lecturer paused like he heard something spiritual.

She left class immediately, marched to her hostel, locked the door and said:

“I need to bring out Leo. It’s time to show up and show madness.”

Operation: Private Chill

She opened her “Wahala Trunk” — the box where she hid her disguises.

Tonight’s outfit?
• Beard No. 2 (The Zaddy Beard)
• Black round-neck shirt with folded sleeves to fake gym biceps
• Chain with cross pendant
• Oversized jacket for final finish
• Leo’s signature cologne: “Odogwu Nights” — powerful enough to resurrect feelings.

She looked in the mirror and whispered:

“King Leo is in the building.”

Then strutted out of her hostel like a man on a mission to sin stylishly.

Zainab opened the door in shorts and a sleeveless top.

The room was softly lit with a table lamp.
Music playing low — Rema’s “Calm Down.”

Teni’s brain said, “Don’t calm down o!”

Zainab smiled, grabbed her hand (Leo’s hand), and whispered:

“Took you long enough. I was about to start missing you again.”

Teni sat down, nervous inside but playing cool outside.

They ate snacks, talked, played word games, watched funny TikToks…
…until the playlist switched to slow love songs.

That’s when the temperature shifted.

Zainab got closer. Leaned on Leo’s shoulder. Touched his (her) hand slowly.

“You smell really good,” she said.

Teni, deep voice activated, replied:

“You always do that to me too.”

Moments That Shouldn’t Have Happened

The vibe went from chill to heated.

Zainab reached for Leo’s (Teni’s) face, gently brushed her fingers against the beard.

“You feel so different from other guys. You’re gentle but bold.”

Teni stared at her — fighting every instinct to shout, “BECAUSE I’M A WOMAN OOO!”

But instead?

She leaned in and kissed her.

Soft at first.
Then longer.
Then deeper.

Zainab kissed back with more hunger. Their arms wrapped. Their bodies close. Breathing fast. Tension higher than school fees.

They didn’t go too far — but it was hot enough to set a house on fire.

When they finally paused, Zainab lay on Leo’s chest and whispered:

“You make me feel safe… and dangerous.”

Teni smiled weakly, her heart beating like a stolen drum.

“I’m in trouble.”

The room was dim.
The night was still.
The air was thick with secrets and perfume.

After all the playful cuddles and kisses, Teni — dressed as King Leo — had fallen asleep in Zainab’s bed.

One arm around Zainab. Beard still glued. Cap tilted low. Jacket slightly open.

Zainab lay there silently, smiling to herself, thinking:

“Men like this don’t exist in real life.”

But fate, that petty old woman, had other plans.

Around 2:45 a.m., a soft breeze entered the room through the open window.

The fan oscillated.
The cap on Teni’s head began to shift.
Then… whoosh — it dropped on the floor with a casual betrayal.

Zainab stirred slightly, looked over at “Leo,” and something caught her eye.

She blinked.

Leaned in.

Wait.

Where’s the hairline?
Where’s the forehead?
Why is this face familiar?!

She turned on her lamp.

And there it was.

No beard. No cap. No Leo. Just… James.

But wait… not just James.

Adaora’s boyfriend, James.

Her best friend’s supposed sweet-talking man.

“JESUS!!!” she screamed, jumping off the bed like she saw a ghost with 6 packs.

Teni woke up instantly, confused and still half-asleep.

“W-what’s happening? Why are you shouting?”

Zainab’s voice trembled in anger, pain, and pure disgusted shock:

“SO YOU’RE JAMES?!”

Teni froze.

“You mean… You’re… You’re Adaora’s James?!

“Zainab please, I can explain…”

“Explain WHAT?! That you kissed me and my best friend with two different beards like a mobile masquerade?! That you built a whole love triangle out of lies?!”

Teni sat up, speechless. Eyes wide. Wig slightly crooked. Beard half-hanging like tired Velcro.

Zainab grabbed her mirror and stared at her own reflection — as if to confirm whether she was awake or dreaming nonsense.

She paced the room like someone about to summon thunder.
To be continued ……

My Mother-In-Law Forced Me To Drink A Potion… Then I Started Giving Birth To Snakes!
Episode 3
Written By Jerry Smith.

The water swallowed Uju whole.

Darkness wrapped around her like a shroud. Her limbs flailed until something slick and warm coiled around her swollen belly. She tried to scream, but bubbles escaped her lips. Then a voice slithered into her ears, both near and far, old as time.

"You are one of us now," it hissed. "Give birth, or die."

The serpent spirit tightened, pulsing with ancient power. Uju's lungs burned. Her vision blurred.

Then, like a drop of light in an endless ocean, she saw her mother.

Standing barefoot on a ripple of water, the late Mother reached for her daughter with calm eyes and gentle hands.

"M-mama?" Uju whispered, though her mouth didn’t move.

"Listen to me, my child," her mother said. "There is a third path. Name your unborn child. Bind it to your faith—not theirs."

"I don’t understand!"

"Your voice has power. Call him by name. Reject their fate. A mother's word can rewrite what blood has cursed."

Uju gasped.

And then, she woke.

Coughing, gasping, soaked and trembling, she lay on the riverbank under the early light of dawn. Her contractions began almost immediately—sharp, rhythmic pains that made her scream.

Obiora rushed to her side.

"She’s awake! Thank God! Uju, talk to me!"

"It’s time," she groaned, clutching her belly. "It’s happening."

Mama Obiora stepped forward, flanked by the elders. Her face was unreadable.

"Take her back to the shrine," she commanded. "Let the river bless this birth."

"No!" Uju shouted. "I want to go to the church. I want my son to be born under God’s eye, not theirs."

"You have no choice!" Mama Obiora snapped.

"I do now," Uju said, glaring. "I saw my mother. I was given a path."

Obiora took her hand. "We’re leaving. Now."

The elders protested. One raised a staff. But Obiora reached into his coat and revealed a small crucifix, then held it high.

"Touch us and you touch Him."

The crowd stepped back. Mama Obiora’s face twisted, but she said nothing.

The couple stumbled toward the car. Uju moaned through another contraction. Obiora sped through the dusty road, horn blaring, hands trembling.

As they approached the church, the air grew cold. Shadows danced along the roadside. Hissing whispers echoed through the trees.

"They’re coming," Uju murmured. "The spirits... they’re angry."

They burst through the chapel doors just as Father Clement finished morning prayers. The candles on the altar flickered violently.

"Help us!" Obiora cried. "She’s in labor. The child—it’s tied to the river!"

Father Clement didn’t ask questions. He knelt by Uju, laying hands on her belly.

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit—Lord, break every bond, every darkness."

Thunder cracked outside.

Uju screamed as another contraction ripped through her. Water spilled across the church tiles. Obiora held her, whispering prayers.

"Push," Father Clement said firmly with church worker's surrounding. "The Lord is with you."

With a cry that tore the heavens, Uju bore down.

And then—silence.

The baby emerged. Gasps filled the church.

A boy. Healthy. Crying.

But wrapped in a coiled serpent tail.

Uju sobbed. Obiora trembled. Father Clement’s eyes widened—but he did not waver.

He took oil from the altar, dipped a thumb, and pressed it to the child’s head.

"This child is marked for light, not darkness. His name shall be Chizaram."

The serpent tail twitched.

Then turned gray.

Then crumbled into dust.

The baby wailed—a sound so powerful, even the thunder seemed to pause.

In that moment, the river miles away erupted. A tremor shook the shrine. Statues cracked. Water spilled unnaturally.

Mama Obiora, still near the river, screamed and fell to her knees, speaking in tongues. Her eyes rolled back. A mist rose from her body.

The spirit she had served for decades claimed her soul. Her final scream echoed through Umueke.

Back at the church, light bathed the altar.

Uju, weak but glowing, cradled her child.

Obiora kissed her forehead. "You did it. You saved him."

Father Clement nodded. "You saved more than him. You broke the curse."

As they knelt in gratitude, a breeze swept through the church, cool and damp.

And in that wind, a voice whispered:

"We will return... for what is ours."

Uju clutched her child tighter. But her face held no fear—only fierce, motherly resolve.

The river may call again.

But she would always be ready to answer.

THE END.

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FAMILY MATTERS (EPISODE 1)
Okoro covered his nose as his wife passed.
The odour coming from her body was too much.
Though he had tried to get used to it, he couldn’t.
And to make matters worse, she stood in front of him and opened her wrapper — the same wrapper she had worn for *three months* straight.

The smell filled the entire room.

*"This wasn’t the woman I married,"* he thought.
Ego used to be neat, attractive — now she looked like a suffering pig.
It all started after the birth of their third son.

Okoro tried to ignore it, but today, it was too much.
He cleared his throat.

*"Ego!!!"* he called.

She turned.

*"How many times have I warned you? Try to be neat for once! For three months now you haven’t brushed your teeth properly. You don’t make your hair. You wear one wrapper. That same wrapper! And your father's burial shirt, for how long now?"*

Ego hissed and cut him off.

*"Do you think it’s easy?! I take care of the children, cook, clean, wash your clothes — every single day! And all you do is sit and be observing me like you’re a judge!"*

Okoro blinked.
War was about to start.

My Mother-in-law Said I Have to Sleep with My Husband’s 3 Brothers Because That’s Their Family Right.

I was still b r e a s t feeding when they arrived.

My baby, Chigozie, was just three months old, and I hadn’t fully healed. I still winced when I sat too long. My b r e a s ts were sore. My sleep came in pieces. But that day, I got up early, cleaned the house, tied my wrapper tight, and prepared okra soup—Mother-in-law’s favorite.

They had called the night before.

“We’re coming to greet our grandson,” Mama had said.

I was excited. Nervous, too. You see, in Igbo culture, when a woman gives birth, the husband’s people come to "officially bless the child.” I thought it would just be gifts, prayers, and food.

I didn’t know they were bringing something else.

---

By 11 a.m., they arrived.

Mama was first to enter—regal as always, in her stiff gold lace and head tie. Behind her came three tall men—my husband’s brothers: Obinna, the quiet one; Emeka, the joker; and Chisom, the one who barely ever made eye contact with me.

I greeted them one by one, knelt to offer water, and served soup with fufu. Mama looked around and smiled.

“This is how a wife should take care of her husband’s house,” she said, nodding. “Ezi nwunye.”

I blushed. “Thank you, Mama.”

But her smile held something else. Something tight. Something I didn’t understand.

---

After they ate and played briefly with Chigozie, Mama cleared her throat.

“Let’s go to the sitting room. There’s something we must discuss.”

I followed. My wrapper stuck to my legs from sweat.

We sat. Mama in the middle. The brothers flanked her like guards. I sat opposite, holding my son. My heart picked up speed.

“Eh, Ada m,” she began, “We’re happy with how you carried our son. God bless you.”

“Amen,” I whispered.

“But now, it’s time to carry your full responsibility as wife.”

I tilted my head, confused. “Mama?”

She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “In our family, when a woman gives birth to a male child, it means she is fertile. She is now ready for the true wifehood.”

“I don’t understand.”

Obinna cleared his throat. Emeka smiled awkwardly. Chisom looked down.

Mama leaned in.

“You will start spending time with the brothers. One after the other.”

I blinked. “Time? What kind of time?”

“Intimate time,” she said slowly, as if I were a child. “You will sleep with them.”

My stomach flipped.

“What?”

“It is our family tradition. A woman must bless the lineage by tasting the sons of the house. You have given us a son. You are fertile. Now, we must share in that blessing.”

I stood up. My legs were shaking.

“Mama, are you joking?”

“Do I look like I joke?” she barked.

Emeka chuckled nervously. “It’s not that bad. Just once for each. We won’t disturb you.”

I clutched my baby tighter.

“No.”

Mama stood too. Her voice was low and sharp.

“If you say no, you insult our ancestors. You shame our house. And you may not stay here much longer.”

I couldn’t breathe.

---

That night, I sat on the bed and stared at the wall.

I didn’t tell my husband, Kelechi—he had traveled for work and wasn’t due back for another week. I didn’t call my mother—what would she say? That I should pack my bags?

My phone buzzed.

A text from an unknown number:
“Tomorrow night. Obinna is first. Prepare yourself.”

I turned off my phone.

---

At 2 a.m., I woke up to a sound outside my door.

Knock. Soft. Then silence.

Then another knock.

I didn’t answer.

I held Chigozie tight and cried silently.

What kind of family was this?
What kind of tradition demands this from a woman who just gave birth?

I didn’t know what to do. But I knew this much:

I would not go down without a f i g h t.

FICTION!

©️ Mummy Moreni

I was returning from school with my junior sister when an old woman screamed my name. She was holding a dirty nylon bag at the corner where she stood. I was in ss2 then. My sister hesitated at first but I told her not to worry that we should just go considering the fact that we'd closed from school and had nothing doing.

The woman’s body reeked of fresh fish. She wore an old wrapper, patterned with an iroko tree, tied from her chest down to her legs. We greeted her and she responded and then mentioned my father's name which made us curious.

I then replied, “Yes, He’s our father. How did you know him? Both of you have worked before? What happened ma?"

She handed me the sack and said someone had asked her to give it to me to keep for him.

As the eldest, I decided to speak up.

"Please don't be offended. But our dad never mentioned anything like this to us. And what is it that's inside the sack ma. I hope all is well. If you need his number to speak with him, I can call it for you?"

She looked around, turned back to me and said "Just keep the sack. Don't tell anyone about it yet. Are you people going to pass here on Friday?"

I told her that I was unsure because that Friday was 3days away and we'd be having worship service in church. My parents would definitely want us to be there. So I simply told her I wasn’t interested, held my sister’s hand, and turned to leave. She called us back and brought out some crumpled money from a red apron hidden beneath her wrapper.

She gave us ₦3,000 each and handed me the sack—which I took reluctantly, considering how hungry we were. I had already calculated how much food and groceries that money could buy.

“Between Friday, Monday, or Tuesday, I’ll send someone to come and collect it from you. Are we clear?”

I nodded and squeezed it inside my school-bag.

I asked her again to at least tell me what was inside the sack so I’d know if it was something that could spoil. But she waved it off and said I shouldn’t worry, that I should just do the job she paid me for: hide it somewhere in our house until someone comes to collect it. When I was trekking home, I felt something shaking inside the sack but I ignored it. I got home and.

I Forgave Him, Then He P0isoned Me ( A Story You Need to Read)

Episode 3

He thought I was gone forever.

But the strange sound from behind made him pause.

As he turned slowly, he saw nothing. Gradually, he walked toward my bedroom, trying to trace the source of the sound. Eniola followed quietly behind.

As they entered the room, he froze.

“Ah ah, I left her on the bed. How did she get to the floor?”

Eniola sighed, “Hmm.”

There I was, unconscious on the floor.

Standing over me were two people I loved.
One was my man, Arinze.
The other, my best friend, Eniola.
Now, they stood together… wanting me ded.

I could feel my heartbeat slowing.
I could feel life slipping away…
But something deep inside refused to let go.

Arinze knelt beside me and checked my body. “This is taking too long. I put three drops in her glass of wine, she should be gone by now,” he muttered.

Then he grabbed a pillow from the bed and moved to press it against my neck.

“Ahh! Stop!” Eniola yelled. “I can't watch you do this. Just open her mouth and pour in the whole raw content instead!

Arinze scoffed. “If you can't watch, go to the sitting room. I’ll handle it.”

Eniola took a deep breath, then slowly walked out… looking back one last time before leaving.

Just then, Arinze’s phone rang. He glanced at it.

It was my mum.
He ignored it.
It rang again.
He finally answered.

“Hello ma.”

My mother didn’t wait for greetings. Her voice trembled.

“Arinze, please… where is Simi? She’s not picking her calls. I’ve been trying her line. I’m having a bad feeling. Please put her on the phone.”

Arinze paused, then replied coldly, “I... I’m not with Simi.”

“What? But Simi called me less than an hour ago when you arrived. She even said she made pounded yam and egusi soup for you. So when did you leave?”

Arinze’s mind raced. He tried to piece together a lie.

He faked a laugh. “Ah! Mummy, so you even knew about the delicious meal she made for me. Well I stepped out to get a surprise gift for her. I’m heading back now. I’ll tell her to call you.”

“Please do,” my mum said, then broke down in tears. “Simi… my only hope. Who will take care of me when I’m old? Who will call me ‘mama’ with that sweet voice? Simi, please don’t leave me…”

“Ma, please calm down. I’ll be home soon,” Arinze said coldly and ended the call.

My mother’s tears didn’t move him one bit.

He stood there, sweating, thinking.
Then he called Eniola back in.
“Change of plans,” he whispered.

To Be Continued...

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Good morning, Mummy. I do not know if this is how marriage is supposed to be, but I am tired already. I got married two months ago, but my body never gets to rest at all. Every day, there's intimacy. My husband never skips a day without having intimacy with me. I am trying to make him understand that this is too much for me. My breasts are paining me because of too much sucking. I am tired of this, and I do not like oral intimacy, but he won't understand. My husband does not want to listen to me at all. He said I should stop working at my old place and work for him instead, but every time, he'll be using me in that office. I'll be typing something, and my husband's mouth will be on my breast, using his fingers in my va**na. I am tired of this, I don't know what to do again.

My Husband Always Locked One Room in the House — The Day He Forgot the Key, I Found My Missing Sister Chained Inside.
Episode 1
Written By Jerry Smith.

The rain tapped heavily against the rooftop like the gods themselves were trying to send a message. Ada sat by the window, hugging her knees, watching the droplets race each other down the glass. Obinna had left for yet another business trip—short notice, urgent as always. Her heart should’ve been used to it by now, but tonight felt different. He forgot his keys on the dresser. All of them.

She turned her gaze upstairs, toward that door. That damn door. Always locked. Always freshly painted, as though Obinna was trying to keep it perfect, untouched, mysterious.

He always had an excuse. "Just old storage, my love," he’d say, kissing her forehead. “Nothing special. Just dusty boxes and broken wood.” Another time, he claimed termites had chewed through the flooring and he didn’t want her getting hurt. That was the last excuse. Since then, she never asked again.

But the dreams started soon after.

Ada would wake in cold sweats, hearing screams she couldn’t explain. Her sister, Chisom—the one who vanished three years ago without a trace—kept appearing in her dreams, pale and desperate. “You’re living with my monster,” Chisom would whisper, her voice shaking like dry leaves in the wind.

Ada tried to brush it off. Nightmares. Nothing more. But every time she passed that locked door, she felt something—something watching her, something... alive.

She had been married to Obinna for two years. On the surface, it was perfect. He was charming, successful, and always generous. Their wedding had made headlines. “The fairytale union of the year,” the magazines called it.

But behind closed doors, Ada lived with shadows.

Obinna never allowed her into his study. He handled all finances, controlled the house help, even picked what they ate. It didn’t feel like abuse—not quite—but it wasn’t freedom either.

She sighed and walked to the dresser, eyes fixed on the glint of the metal keychain.

Her fingers brushed against the keys, her breath catching. There it was—the long bronze key with the red thread tied around it. The one she had seen him use only once, late at night, when he thought she was asleep.

Her heart pounded. Was tonight the night?

She looked around. The house was quiet. Even the housekeeper had gone for the weekend. The storm was loud enough to drown her steps.

Her hand trembled as she picked up the keys and slowly walked upstairs. The corridor felt colder than usual. The shadows longer.

She stood before the door.

She stared at the keyhole, then at the key in her palm. “Just storage,” she whispered to herself. “Then why does it feel like a grave?”

Her fingers were clumsy. The key scraped against the lock a few times before clicking in.

Click.

The sound echoed through the hallway like thunder. Her breath hitched. Her fingers trembled.

She pushed the door open.

It creaked slowly, revealing darkness, thick and choking. She reached for the switch just beside the frame. Flicked it.

The light buzzed and flickered on.

And she saw her.

Chisom.

Her sister.

But not the same Chisom she remembered—vibrant, laughing, full of fire. This woman was gaunt, her hair matted, her eyes sunken. She sat in the corner of the room, inside what looked like a cage, a rusted iron structure bolted to the floor. Her wrists were chained. Her legs bruised.

Ada’s knees buckled. “Chisom?”

The woman flinched, looked up slowly. For a moment, she said nothing. Then her eyes widened.

“Ada?” Her voice cracked. “Oh God... Ada, is it really you?”

Ada dropped the keys. Her voice caught in her throat. “How... how are you here? Obinna said you ran away... you were never found—”

“He lied,” Chisom croaked. “He’s not who you think. He’s a monster.”

Tears flooded Ada’s eyes. “Oh my God... Chisom, what did he do to you?”

“He locked me here,” she whispered. “For years. He kept me like an animal. He feeds me just enough to survive. He tells me no one is looking for me. That everyone thinks I’m dead.”

Ada’s world spun. “Why? Why would he do this to you?”

Chisom’s eyes filled with horror. “I found out about his secret life. I was going to expose him. He couldn't let me. So he made me disappear.”

Ada staggered back, her hand over her mouth. “All this time... I slept beside him... I trusted him...”

Chisom’s voice trembled. “He’s dangerous, Ada. You have to go. Run. He’ll kill you too.”

Ada turned, her legs shaking. “No, I have to get you out—”

“No!” Chisom cried. “He’ll know someone opened the door. He’ll come back and finish what he started.”

“I can’t leave you here,” Ada whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“You have to,” Chisom insisted. “If you love me... leave. Get help. But go now.”

The sound of a car horn outside startled them both. Ada’s heart jumped.

“Is that him?” she whispered, panicked.

Chisom’s eyes widened. “Go!” As footsteps began to grow louder as if something was running upstairs. And then they heard a metal clicking against the stair rails it sounded like a fresh cutlass.

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MY HUSBAND TWIN TOOK HIS PLACE AFTER THE ACCIDENT… AND I SLEPT WITH HIM FOR 2 MONTHS BEFORE I NOTICED.
Episode 2
> I married Emeka.
But after the accident, the man who came home wasn’t him.
For two months, I lived with, cooked for, and slept with his twin brother—who I never knew existed.
Until I found a message on his phone:

“She still hasn’t figured it out.
Give me 3 more months.
By then, the inheritance will be mine.”

I didn’t sleep that night.

I sat on the cold floor, phone in my hand, heart in my throat.

The man I had been caring for… loving again…
Was not my husband.

His name was Elijah.
His secret was the size of hell.
And the real Emeka?

I didn’t know if he was dead. Or worse—alive and abandoned somewhere.

By morning, I wore a mask of calm.

I made breakfast. Kissed him. Pretended like nothing had changed.

But I had a plan.

I started by going back to the hospital.
To the same nurse who took care of “Emeka.”

> “Can you show me the file of the man brought in on June 4th?” I asked.

She frowned.

> “That one? You’re his wife, right?”

> “Yes.” I forced a smile. “But I think there’s been a mix-up.”

She hesitated. Then led me to the back room.

We opened the file together.

And what I saw sent shivers down my spine.

There were two files.

Two men admitted within 30 minutes of each other.
Both unconscious.
Same age.
Same blood type.

Only one had a small tattoo on his back—the one I’d always kissed goodnight.
My Emeka.

He wasn’t transferred to our hospital.

He had been moved.

To a rural clinic in Kogi State.

And no one told me.

I rushed to Kogi the next morning.

It was a seven-hour journey filled with prayers, anger, and panic.

At the clinic, I pushed through the doors.
Asked for "the man in coma from June 4th with a dove tattoo on his back."

The nurse looked up.

> “Room 9. He woke up yesterday.”

My knees buckled.

When I walked into the room, I didn’t see a man.

I saw a ghost of the man I loved.

Thinner. Weaker.
But his eyes…
They were his.

Tears flooded his face when he saw me.

> “Adaora?” he whispered.

I collapsed beside him.

> “You’re alive… Emeka, oh God, you’re alive.”

He cried harder.

> “I thought I’d never see you again. I kept dreaming of you… but I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move.”

I held his hands tight.

Then told him everything.

About Elijah.

About the lie.

About the message.

His eyes darkened.
His lips trembled.

> “He took everything from me,” Emeka muttered.
“But he’s not taking you.”

We made a plan.

Emeka would rest. Regain strength.

I would go back. Pretend.

Wait. Watch.

Collect evidence.

Back home, I smiled like a woman in love.

Meanwhile, I installed a secret camera in the bedroom.

I copied messages from Elijah’s phone to mine.
Forwarded them to a secret email.

I even got a recording of his phone call:

> “Once her husband’s death certificate is ready, we can move the money.”

And I knew...

It wasn’t just betrayal.

It was attempted murder.

The next day, I told Elijah I was traveling for a women’s conference.

But instead, I returned to Kogi.

I walked Emeka to the car myself.

And we drove back to Lagos—silently.
Hand in hand.

He wore a face mask. And a hoodie.

And when we got to the house, I gave him one instruction:

> “Walk in like a ghost.”

Because tonight… Elijah was about to face the one person he buried.

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