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…”
Espiode I.
In Lagos, the rain poured relentlessly that night. Not gentle or poetic—no. It was cold, heavy, the kind that seeps into your skin and makes you feel like you’re being erased from existence.
Adaeze clutched her two children’s hands tightly—Kelechi and Chiamaka—their small fingers wrapped around hers as if she were the only thing keeping their world from falling apart.
Behind her, the door had just slammed shut.
Not softly. Not with hesitation.
But with a force that echoed painfully in her chest.
“You are never coming back here again.”
Those were her husband Chukwudi’s final words.
Ten years of marriage. Two children. Endless nights without sleep, silent sacrifices, dreams she had buried to build a life together.
All of it… gone in a single sentence.
She didn’t even have time to process it.
Only hours earlier, she had been preparing dinner. The children were doing homework. Everything felt normal.
Then he walked in.
Not alone.
A woman named Amara stood beside him—elegant, composed, almost unnervingly calm.
And him… unusually confident.
“It’s over. Take your things and leave.”
At first, she thought he was joking.
Then she saw the fear in her children’s eyes.
And she realized it was real.
“But… where are we supposed to go?” she asked softly, her voice shaking.
He shrugged.
“That’s not my concern anymore.”
No yelling. No explanation. Just a cold, detached indifference.
And somehow, that hurt more than betrayal itself.
She packed a few clothes in silence, her hands trembling. The children didn’t fully understand, but they could feel everything changing.
When she stepped outside, no one stopped her.
Except… the other woman.
The mistress.
She followed them into the rain.
Adaeze expected cruelty.
A smirk. A cutting remark.
But instead, Amara approached quietly.
She pulled an envelope from her purse.
“Take this.”
Adaeze hesitated.
“I don’t want it.”
Her pride was all she had left.
But Amara insisted, slipping it into her hands.
“For them,” she said, glancing at the children.
Her fingers tightened around it unconsciously.
“Why…?”
Amara leaned closer.
And in that moment, everything shifted.
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
“Come back in three days… there will be a surprise for you.”
Adaeze froze.
A surprise?
After everything?
Before she could react, Amara had already turned and walked back inside.
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