I KILLED MY WIFE – Yùñg Tygä stories
I accidentally k!lled my wife when we were arguing.
So sh0cked and confūsed, I dra.gged her bōdy into a red bag, took it to a bushy field and būrrīed her.
without realising her ghōst will return to exact revēnge…
[This is how it began]
After two years of marriage, everything seemed to be going well until I had suspicions that my best friend Jerry, Famata, was having an extramarital affair.
One day, Famata and I went out and met a guy named Jerry in a bar.
We struck up a conversation and exchanged pleasantries on our first day of meeting Jerry.
He had a good appearance, and based on the way he spoke, he also seemed wealthy and affable.
He even had a Mercedes outside the pub, all packed up.
He was the kind of guy that all females would aspire to date.
Just before parting ways, we made the decision to swap contacts.
However, I realised that my phone was off, so I took Famata’s cellphone and dialled his number. When his phone rang, he received ours.
I gave him my wife’s phone number, telling him he could call us if needed.
Jerry was now a close buddy of mine after that.
He worked in a different county, so we didn’t get to meet as much, but we still spoke on a lot of times.
He visited this city only on the weekends.
At that point, I had been fired from my prior job because I had gone to the village to take care of my mother while she was ill, missing several days of work in the process.
Upon arriving in the village, I encountered numerous difficulties.
My return date caught up with me since I experienced numerous problems with my motorbike. Additionally, because there was no network connection in my village, I was unable to phone my supervisor and explain the circumstances that were preventing me from getting to work.
And that’s how, upon my return, I was fired.
Jerry was aware of my employment situation when we initially met at the pub because we exchanged a great deal of personal information.
Thus, he would typically call Famata and inform her that he needed to speak with me. Additionally, on occasion he would send us money without our even asking.
When we did ask him, he would always say he’d love to help us till I can find another work. I asked him multiple times why he always helped us in our financial condition.
This went on for some time until I noticed something, which was some questionable texts on my girlfriend’s phone.
Additionally, I observed that whenever I go out for a day’s work, Famata is more frequently on the phone with Jerry.
It even got to the point where one day after a long day of looking for work, I returned home to find Famata in the lavatory.
“Baby i’m home!!!” I yelled.
“Ahh! My dear!” I’m using the loo! You were sorely missed today! I’m heading out soon!”Be a little patient my love, lemme come and serve you dinner” she replied.
I made the decision to unwind on the couch until she was finished.
I was curious to see what she had been doing on her phone when I saw her phone lying in the sofa.
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I’m still not sure if it was my curiosity or the devil’s guidance that led me to take that action, which would undoubtedly cause chaos. in my house.
When I picked it up, there was a message on Famata’s phone from Jerry saying, “I really enjoyed spending time with you today. Please make sure to meet me at the Golden Gate Hotel at the same time tomorrow.” I love you; good bye.
I was completely astounded by this message.
While i was still strolling through their other messages I immediately heard her foot steps approaching, I quickly placed her phone at the same spot and pretended I didn’t see anything.
This kept on for a while and i asked her a lots of time about her been in an affair with Jerry but she always denied.
So one day, while my wife Famata was in the kitchen cooking, I sneakily picked her phone and downloaded a secret voice call recorder on her phone.
To be continued…
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