EPISODE TWENTY ONE.
MY HUSBAND’S SECOND WIFE
(That which you seek, you shall find in abundance)
“Your husband’s house, you say? Who is your husband?” he asked in a cold, husky voice.
Anita flinched, his tone cutting through her like a blade.
She reminded herself not to be intimidated. Swallowing hard, she forced herself to respond.
“Solomon—no, baby, please… I’m carrying your child! You wouldn’t want to—”
“Don’t you dare!” Solomon roared, cutting her off. “Don’t you dare say anything about that bastard growing inside you! Don’t you f**king dare—or I swear, I’ll bury you and that thing together!”
He was trembling with rage now. The thought of another man touching his woman—worse still, of her willingly sleeping with someone else—was too much for him to bear.
Anita backed away until she hit the wall. She had never seen Solomon this furious before. His whole body shook, and his eyes blazed with fury. He raised his hand to strike her—but stopped mid-air, clenching his fist tightly.
“Go inside. Pack your things. Get the hell out of my house—now!” he ordered through gritted teeth.
“She goes nowhere!”
A sharp voice cut through the tension, and both turned to see who it was. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
It was Mama.
The moment Anita recognized her voice, she crumbled to the floor and burst into tears of relief.
“Mama? What are you doing here?” Solomon asked, stunned as his mother brushed past him and rushed to Anita’s side, pulling her into a comforting embrace.
“What is wrong with you, Solomon?” she snapped, her voice heavy with disapproval. “Can’t you see your wife is heavily pregnant—with your child?”
Solomon stared, stunned. His mother had never raised her voice at him before.
“Mama, this… this sl*t you brought into my home is carrying another man’s child!” he spat, the bitterness in his voice impossible to miss.
“What do you mean she’s carrying another man’s child?” Mama raised her brows, her eyes narrowing at Solomon.
“Ask her!” he snapped. “Ask this w*tch! I don’t want to see her anywhere near my house ever again!”
Mama looked down at the sobbing woman in her arms, her voice firm yet gentle.
“Is what your husband said true?”
Anita shook her head frantically, her voice trembling as she tried to speak through her tears.
“Mama, how can that be true? Since I came into this house as his wife, I’ve never known another man…”
She sniffled, wiping her face as she continued in a pitiful tone.
“Mama, your son abandoned me. He moved in with my best friend… he’s been giving her money, sleeping with her, and cheating on me with her. I even have evidence on my phone. He brought her into this house and slept with her in our bedroom…”
Mama slowly turned to face her son, her expression darkening. A deep pain welled up in her chest as old memories came flooding back—memories of how her own husband had treated her. The neglect, the betrayal, the violence. Watching her son mirror the very man she once feared broke her heart.
Maybe this is how he treated Winnie too… maybe he destroyed her life just like this, she thought bitterly.
But she wouldn’t let him destroy this one—not when her only surviving grandchild was involved.
Never.
Solomon glared at Anita, disbelief and rage in his eyes.
“Mama, don’t believe this sly fox, she’s—”
“Will you shut your filthy mouth!” Mama snapped, her voice rising with sudden fury.
“Listen to me, Solomon. This woman is your wife, and she’s carrying your child. She deserves to be treated with dignity and respect. If you ever lay a finger on her again, you will have me to contend with!”
Anita stared at Mama, stunned that she had actually believed her—and even defended her. Mama gently helped her to her feet.
“Sorry, my dear. Try to stand up, let me take you to the bedroom,” she said softly.
Anita stood shakily, allowing Mama to support her. She wiped her tears and, with a brief sneer at Solomon, turned away. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
“Mama, I haven’t eaten anything reasonable since yesterday,” she added quietly.
“Don’t worry. Go upstairs and rest while I prepare you something to eat,” Mama said gently.
Anita nodded and climbed the stairs, grateful that—for once—she had used her head. If not for Mama’s timely arrival, Solomon would have decorated her body with bruises again.
Still, a new worry gnawed at her.
Solomon was dark-skinned, and so was she… but what if the baby came out fair, just like that doctor?
Would Mama believe the child truly belonged to her son?
She shook her head quickly, brushing off the thought. There was no point dwelling on what-ifs. Maybe the child would take after her side. The chances of the baby looking like the doctor were low… hopefully.
Just as Solomon turned to walk away, Mama’s voice rang out.
“Hey, Mr. Man—stop right there!”
He paused, turning back to face her, his face tight with defiance. He said nothing.
“Hope you know that at your age, your children should be in primary school by now? Yet here you are, beating your wife at every chance, causing her to miscarry repeatedly. Are you even normal?”
Solomon scoffed bitterly.
“Oh, so now you want a grandchild? When you used your own mouth to chase my wife away, you didn’t think of my age then, did you?”
Mama’s eyes blazed.
“You must be stupid to say I chased your wife away! Was I the one sending her to the hospital over and over with your beatings? How many pregnancies has she lost because of you, eh? Answer me!”
“Why are you blaming me now, Mama?” Solomon suddenly shouted, his anger boiling over. “Why blame me when you always supported me growing up? You never corrected me. You let me believe I was always right! You shaped me into this person, Mama. So don’t complain now—this is the son you raised!”
With that, he stormed off, leaving his mother standing there—dumbstruck, speechless, and filled with deep regret. She stared after him as he disappeared down the hallway, her heart aching.
Outside, Solomon stepped into his car and checked his phone. A new notification flashed across the screen
:
“Send the target’s picture and address.”
He opened his gallery, searching for Winnie’s photo. But to his surprise, he realized he didn’t have any recent pictures of her. The only one he found was an old photo from years ago, back when they were still in love.
He stared at it for a moment, lost in the memory—until Winnie’s last words echoed sharply in his mind.
She was going to use his money to raise another man’s son? Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
Never—not while he was still alive.
If he couldn’t have Winnie, then no one would. She belonged to him and him alone.
Fueled by that conviction, Solomon sent the picture and address as requested, then drove to the nearest bar for a drink—something he could no longer do at home.
Meanwhile…
“Boss, we just got a job that’ll earn us ten million,” a hefty man said, walking into the dimly lit room.
Seated casually on a worn-out couch was Black—as he was fondly called. He was in his late twenties, skinny, fair-skinned, and deceptively handsome. His face wore an innocent expression that could easily mislead anyone. If someone told you he could kill ten people in minutes without losing that smile, you’d laugh it off—until it happened.
Though the youngest in the crew, he was the most brutal—and that’s why he was the boss.
Black glanced up from the mobile game he was playing and raised an eyebrow.
“What kind of job is it?”
“Kidnapping,” the hefty man replied. “We’re to abduct a woman and recover fifty million she supposedly stole from our client. Our cut is ten million.”
Black nodded slowly, his voice calm and deliberate.
“I don’t really care about the money… but recovering fifty million from a woman isn’t going to be easy. Charge him more—make it fifteen.”
“We’ll take care of it, boss,” the hefty guy said, grinning.
Black studied him for a moment, amused by his eagerness.
“You seem pretty excited about this job. Let me guess… the lady’s fine?” Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
The hefty guy blushed and chuckled.
“You know me too well, boss. She’s really pretty.”
He stretched out his hand. “Let me see her picture.”
The man handed over his phone, and Black glanced at the image of a young, innocent-looking woman. After studying it for a while, he murmured,
“She looks young.”
“Yeah,” the man replied. “Our client said she’s more mature now than she appears in that photo. He didn’t have a recent one.”
“Did he send her current address?” Black asked, his tone sharper now. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
When the subordinate mentioned the address, Black’s brows furrowed. It sounded familiar… too familiar. But before he could dwell on it, his phone began to ring.
The caller ID showed it was one of his most trusted men—the one assigned to track and report Solomon’s movements.
He answered immediately.
“What’s the update?”
“Boss, the target is on the move. Looks like he’s heading to a bar. I’m tailing him.”
“Good. Send me the location—I’m on my way.”
Black stood quickly, handed the phone back to the hefty man, and gave a firm order.
“You handle this quietly. No noise. No trouble. Understood?”
“Yes, boss,” the man replied with a nod.
Without another word, Black dashed out of the room to get ready.
This was the first time in years Christian had asked a personal favor of him—and he wasn’t about to mess it up. That meant handling things himself.
Unaware that he was being followed, Solomon drove into one of the most popular bars in the city. He parked his car and pulled out his phone, almost dialing Frank’s number—but stopped himself just in time. They weren’t on speaking terms anymore.
With a grunt of frustration, he ended the call, stepped out of the car, and headed inside.
Once inside, he requested a VIP seat. The waiter led him to a quieter section of the bar, far removed from the noisy crowd. Soft music hummed in the background, and only a few people sat at scattered tables, lost in their own quiet conversations.
Solomon chose an empty table, sat down, and ordered a drink. The waiter nodded and walked off to fulfill his request.
Meanwhile, the two men tailing him entered the bar as well. They took a seat at the regular bar area, eyes on Solomon from a distance, waiting for their boss to arrive.
Not even thirty seconds passed before Black arrived. He spotted his men but walked past them like he’d never seen them before. There was no need for acknowledgement—they had already given him all the intel he needed.
Without hesitation, he strolled over to Solomon’s table and sat down directly across from him.
Solomon didn’t even notice the presence of the stranger until he heard the calm voice.
“Woman trouble?” Black asked, flashing his usual easy smile. Written by Authoress Winnie. B . Onuh.
Startled, Solomon looked up.
“Who are you?” he asked sharply.
Black gave a small shrug.
“A friend… or you can call me a drinking buddy.”
He signaled the waiter to bring him the same drink Solomon had ordered.
“I don’t need a drinking buddy,” Solomon muttered, clearly irritated.
“Oh, but you look like you need one,” Black said with a calm smile, lifting his glass. He took a slow sip and nodded. Written by Authoress Winnie. B . Onuh.
“Nice wine.”
A brief silence settled between them before Black leaned back and spoke again, this time in a low, almost sorrowful tone.
“Women… they come with a whole lot of trouble. I even had to divorce my wife last month. I’ve never seen a woman cheat as much as she did.”
He began weaving a familiar lie—one that had worked like a charm with many of his past targets.
“Despite giving her everything—money, comfort, even loyalty—she went behind my back and cheated on me with her ex. I was out on a business trip when it happened.” He paused, letting the words sink in.
“The worst part? I found out the child I thought was mine… wasn’t. It was her ex’s.”
The moment those last words left his mouth, Solomon stiffened. Written by Authoress Winnie . B. Onuh.
The story hit too close to home.
He glanced up, really looking at Black for the first time, curiosity now flickering in his eyes. There was silence. Then, without realizing it, Solomon asked quietly:
“So… what did you do when you found out?”
Seeing that he had successfully dragged Solomon into his fabricated pitiable tale, Black smiled and refilled both their glasses. He raised his own, his smile faint but knowing.
“Cheers…?”
Solomon stared at him for a moment, trying to read the man across from him, before he clicked his glass with Black’s.
“Cheers,” he muttered, his voice low.
They both took a sip of their drinks before Black spoke again. Authoress Winnie . B. Onuh.
“I loved my daughter so much that I decided to stay as her father, even if the child wasn’t mine. So, I k*lled the man my ex-wife loved, cut off her legs… and now my daughter stays with me.” He finished with a faint, almost detached smile.
“Men deserve to take revenge too.”
Solomon felt a chill creep down his spine. The story—no, the way Black spoke—sent a shiver through him. Despite every instinct telling him to stay quiet, the alcohol began to cloud his judgment, and he couldn’t hold back. He needed to unload.
“That’s a brutal way to take revenge… but I like it,” Solomon muttered, his words spilling out more easily than he intended.
Black chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement.
“Revenge is for men with strong hearts,” he said, his voice dripping with irony. “So, over to you. What’s your story?”
“She made away with my fifty million! Winnie… my wife took my money to spend it with her new man,” Solomon spat, his voice dripping with bitterness.
“Wow, that’s bad,” Black replied, feigning sympathy. “So, are you going to let her enjoy the money in peace? That wouldn’t be right.”
Solomon chuckled coldly, a dark edge to his laugh.
“Never. If she can’t belong to me, then no one will have her. I have some boys who’ll help me get the money back… and then they’ll deliver her to me. I’ll take my revenge myself.”
Black’s mind flashed back to a similar case one of his men had brought to him. Something about the story sounded all too familiar.
Deciding to probe further, he asked, “So where is this wife of yours now?”
“She ran off to stay with her new man after they put me in prison for weeks.” Written by Authoress Winnie .b .Onuh.
“That’s bad,” Black said, his voice laced with mock sympathy. “That woman really needs to be taught a big lesson.” He refilled Solomon’s glass without a second thought.
But something was off. The nagging feeling at the back of Black’s mind wouldn’t let up. He pulled out his phone, texting Christian.
“Can you send me the name or picture of your woman? It’s urgent.”
A few seconds later, a reply came through. Christian’s text read: written by authoress Winnie b Onuh .
“I don’t know what urgent situation you’re in, but delete her picture from your phone as soon as you view it.”
Black chuckled at the message, downloading the picture, then paused as he studied it. His instincts had been right. Something was wrong—too wrong. He only hoped his men hadn’t acted on it yet.
Solomon, already drunk and unaware that his drink had been spiked, mumbled incoherently to himself. Black seized the opportunity to dial his men’s number, but it wasn’t going through. Frustrated, he called his second in command.
“Boss,” came the voice through the receiver.
“I’m calling Biggie, but his line isn’t going through. He accepted a job to kidnap a woman and recover some money from her. I want you to track them down, stop the operation, and if they’ve already gone through with it, release her immediately. Apologize to her and ask for forgiveness. Be fast about it.”
Surprised by the strange request, the second in command couldn’t help but ask in curiosity, “Boss, who is this woman?”
“Someone we can’t afford to offend… she’s my boss’s woman,” Black replied, his voice steady, and ended the call. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
He finished his last drink, set the money on the table, and with surprising ease, helped the blacked-out Solomon to his feet.
With his hand over Solomon’s shoulder, Black led him out of the bar. No one in the dimly lit place noticed the man being quietly kidnapped right under their noses.
To be continued.
