The husband flung his wife and children out, but his lover followed them, gave the wife 10 million naira, and whispered in her ear, “Come back in three days… there will be a surprise for you…”
As if she hadn’t just made the situation even more unsettling.
That night, Adaeze barely slept.
The children, exhausted, fell asleep beside her on a worn-out couch at their friend Nneka’s house.
She stared at the ceiling.
The words repeated endlessly in her mind.
“Come back in three days…”
Why?
What did she want?
Was it a trap?
Another humiliation?
Or something else entirely?
The next morning, she finally opened the envelope.
Her hands trembled.
Inside…
Cash.
A large amount.
She counted it twice.
Ten million naira.
Her breath caught.
Why would a stranger do this?
Why would her husband’s mistress help the woman she replaced?
Nothing made sense.
And yet… deep down, a quiet voice whispered:
What if this story isn’t what it seems?
The next few days felt endless.
Every hour stretched painfully.
She wavered between fear and hope.
Between doubt and curiosity.
Her children asked softly:
“Are we going home?”
She didn’t know how to answer.
Because she no longer knew what “home” meant.
Then the third day came.
Sooner than expected.
Heavier than imagined.
She stood in front of the same door.
The one that had been honte stupi slammed in her face.
Her heart pounded violently.
She raised her hand.
Paused.
Then knocked.
Silence.
A few seconds.
That felt like forever.
The handle moved.
The door slowly opened…
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