MY HUSBAND’S SECOND WIFE Episode 19 – Authoress Winnie .B. Onuh

EPISODE NINETEEN.
MY HUSBAND’S SECOND WIFE
(That which you see seek, you shall find in abundance)

Anita had called her husband all night, but he didn’t pick up. She was growing desperate for money. Most of the workers in their house had resigned because Solomon hadn’t paid their salaries. Anita didn’t know whether to sell her husband’s car—but who would buy it?

She didn’t know much about cars, and selling one of the vehicles she often flaunted online as a “big man’s wife” might damage her image—and worse, it might not sit well with Solomon.

So, she decided to try her luck at the bank first. Maybe she could convince them using some pictures she had taken with Solomon and a copy of the divorce papers he had issued for Winnie to sign. She had photocopied the documents and kept them in her bag.

When she arrived at the bank, the security man directed her to the section where pregnant women were given priority.

“You’re welcome, ma’am. What can I do for you?” a fair, chubby lady, smartly dressed in her office outfit, asked kindly.

“Uhm, my name is Anita. My husband told me on his deathbed about some funds he set aside with his ex-wife for his unborn children. Since the ex-wife divorced my husband without having any children, and my husband is now late, I figured I might be able to access those funds—for the sake of our baby,” she said, her voice trembling as she began to shed fake but convincing tears. Written by Authoress Winnie. B . Onuh.

“My husband was buried last week, and since I returned from the village, my baby and I haven’t had much to eat. All we had was spent on his hospital bills. He had been sick for a very long time before he passed away. So I thought I should come and try to cash out the funds… before my baby and I die of hunger,” she finished, gently rubbing her stomach as she sniffled.

The lady banker took pity on her and nodded sympathetically. “Sorry for your loss, ma’am. But may I know who your husband is, and the account into which the money was deposited?”

“Yes, here it is,” Anita replied, dipping into her bag and pulling out the documents she had found. She handed them over to the banker, including a copy of the divorce papers to support her claim that Winnie was no longer married to Solomon.

The lady took both documents and glanced through them. A faint smirk appeared on her face for a brief moment as she recognized the name. Then she nodded and asked, “So, you’re telling me that you’re the current wife of Mr. Solomon, and that he’s already dead and buried?” Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.

“Yes. Sadly, my husband is now dead and buried. May his soul rest in peace,” Anita said solemnly.

The banker fought the urge to smile but kept her tone professional. “Ma’am, I know who Mr. Solomon was. In fact, I was the one who attended to him and his wife, Winnie. So you’re telling me he’s not only dead, but also divorced his wife before passing?”

Already growing irritated by the questioning, Anita’s expression shifted slightly. She forced herself to remain calm and replied firmly, “My words are correct.”

“If your words are correct,” the banker said, leaning slightly forward, “then who is that walking toward me—with a lady by his side? I believe that’s your husband… or is it his ghost?”

Anita froze.

Slowly, she turned around—only to see her husband, Solomon, walking in with another woman in his arms. And that woman was none other than Lucy—the very person she once considered a friend.

Her heart ignited with fury. Anger surged through her chest as she watched them laughing together. If looks could kill, both Solomon and Lucy would’ve dropped de*d instantly under the weight of Anita’s glare.

Solomon was smiling at something Lucy had just said when his smile suddenly froze—his eyes landing on Anita. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.

Memories came flooding back: how this stupid girl he once called his wife never visited him during his time in prison. And to make matters worse, she was the same person who had pressured him into divorcing his true wife, Winnie. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.

His blood boiled as he marched toward her, rage burning in his eyes. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.

Lucy’s brow furrowed in confusion the moment she spotted Anita. “What’s this b*tch doing here again?” she muttered under her breath, frowning deeply.

“What are you doing here?” Solomon barked at Anita, not caring that they were in a public place.

Anita scoffed. “I should be the one asking you, you shameless man! You left your pregnant wife at home starving, and here you are, parading around with this cheap thing!”

“Pregnant wife, my foot!” Lucy snapped, laughing harshly. “Anita, are you really bold enough to claim that the thing in your stomach belongs to your husband?”

Then she turned to Solomon, her tone dripping with venom. “Should I tell him, or will you? Tell him how you went around sleeping with different men just to get pregnant?”

Her words cut like knives. Lucy wasn’t about to lose a single dime from that five million—and she’d expose Anita without hesitation if it meant securing her place.

Solomon: “…”

His fury doubled—he couldn’t believe what he had just heard.

“Anita, is she telling the truth?”

Although Anita was trembling inside, she held her ground. She knew Lucy’s plan was to turn Solomon against her and block her access to the money. But she wouldn’t let that happen.

“My husband,” she said, forcing composure into her voice, “why would you choose to believe this cunning b*tch who only wants you for your money? Lucy, you think you’re the only one who can talk, eh?”

She let out a scoff, then pulled out her phone and tapped on a saved audio recording—the one she had secretly captured the day she caught Lucy with Solomon.

A familiar voice filled the room.

Lucy (from the recording): “Solomon is a community parcel. I can never be serious with a woman-beater like him. I’m just here for the money.”

As the recording ended, silence hung in the air. Solomon slowly unwrapped his arm from around Lucy’s waist, his face dark with realization.

“So… you were also just using me for my money? You b*tch!”

Lucy: “Don’t you dare call me names, Solomon! What else did you think I was here for? Wait—did you really expect me to marry you? After what you did to your two wives? Please don’t test me! Just give me my money and let me get the hell out of here!”

Everyone in the bank stood frozen, quietly watching—and recording—the drama unfolding between the three. Even the security guard, who was supposed to maintain order, stood by, fully engrossed in the show.

“You must be out of your mind if you think I’m giving either of you a single dime!” Solomon barked, pointing furiously at both women. “You two sl*ts aren’t getting a thing from me!” Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.

The moment Lucy heard that, she snapped.

With lightning speed, she yanked off her wig and tossed it to one side. Then came her shoes—off and carefully placed beside her. She stood ready, face hardened and fists clenched. She was prepared to fight.

“Wahala don set!” she shouted. “Solomon, you must give me my five million! If you don’t withdraw that money and hand it over to me this minute—head go roll! You go know say I be true Ajegunle babe! Dem no dey chop my head anyhow!”

Her voice rose, echoing through the bank hall as bystanders gasped.

“So you wan tell me say you go stay for my house for over one week, chop me, chop my food, enjoy everything free of charge—and now you no wan pay? Na big lie o! You must give me my money!”

With that, she grabbed Solomon by the collar of his shirt, dragging him closer as the tension reached its peak.

Solomon let out an angry, mocking laugh. “So you think you can disgrace me here, right? I stayed in your house for one week—and so what?! How much have you eaten from my money since I met you? I’m not giving you a dime! And if you don’t take your hands off my shirt right now, I’ll redecorate that your bleached face with slaps!”

Laughter erupted from the bystanders. Everyone was thoroughly entertained by the chaos unfolding in the middle of the bank. Even the security guard couldn’t hold back his grin.

But just as things threatened to spiral completely out of control, the female banker finally decided enough was enough.

She rose from her seat and walked toward the trio, her expression stern. “All of you need to stop disgracing yourselves,” she said firmly, drawing their attention. “And listen carefully to what I’m about to say—the money you’re fighting over has already been withdrawn… by the rightful owner.”

All three of them in unison: “What?!”

Solomon harshly shoved Lucy aside and stepped forward, eyes wide with disbelief. “What do you mean the money has been withdrawn by the owner? I deposited fifty million here, and you’re telling me it’s gone? Are you mad or something?!”

The banker remained calm and professional. “Sir, with all due respect, you and your wife—Winnie—came here years ago to open that account. You both tagged it as a children’s fund.

A few years later, your wife returned with a signed note—your signature was on it—stating that you had handed over the account to her and that she was now the sole beneficiary. She changed the account to her name and continued saving money into it.”

She paused, letting it sink in before adding, “As of last week, she withdrew everything. The account is now empty.” Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.

Solomon: “…”

Anita: “…”

Lucy: “…”

For a full ten seconds, none of them moved. Not a word. Just stunned silence
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Then laughter erupted across the bank. The bystanders couldn’t get enough of the drama. They didn’t know who Winnie was—but they all wanted to be like her.

Damn, they thought. That woman scammed her husband’s money clean and walked away like a queen—leaving him to battle it out with his side chicks in public. Written by Authoress Winnie . B. Onuh.

She was the real MVP. The queen. Unmatched.

Suddenly, Solomon’s silence shattered with a roar:

“I am going to K*LL WINNIE!!!”

To be continued.