MY HUSBAND’S SECOND WIFE Episode 14 – Authoress Winnie .B. Onuh

EPISODE FOURTEEN

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

Two months after the incident, Solomon had changed dramatically. He began coming home late, drunk, and would lash out at Anita over the smallest things—sometimes even striking her stomach. Remarkably, though, their baby stayed safe and continued to grow stronger each day.

By the time Anita was six months along, Solomon’s coldness and violence had become unbearable. One afternoon, exhausted and heartbroken, she confided in her friend, Lucy.

“Lucy, I’m so tired. I don’t know if I should leave this marriage,” Anita sighed.

Lucy offered a sympathetic smile, slid a glass of juice across the table, and sat down beside her. “Babe, take a deep breath. But seriously—what did you expect to go with this pregnancy, knowing it’s not Solomon’s baby?”

As soon as Lucy spoke, Anita glared. Lucy held up a hand. “Oh—sorry, my bad. I won’t bring it up again. But seriously, babe, you need to take it easy on yourself. Think about your baby and what could happen to him or her.”

Anita sank into her chair with a heavy sigh. “Girl, sometimes my mind keeps going back to that question Winnie asked me.”

Lucy arched an eyebrow. “Which one?”

Anita pressed her lips together. “She asked how strong I was when I declared, ‘I’m coming to take over her man.’ And right now, I’m realizing exactly what that means.”

Lucy burst into a loud chuckle at Anita’s confession. After a moment, she shook her head and switched to a softer, more casual tone.

“Come on, babe—you’ve got to chill out, okay? You’re not with Solomon for love, you’re with him for his money. So why not just focus on that?”

Anita bristled. “You just don’t get it. Solomon’s the worst man ever, but I don’t want Winnie to think I’m already tired of him. I boasted so much about being his only wife… and now I’m pregnant. I can’t look stupid admitting I’m fed up.” Written by Authoress Winnie l. B. Onuh.

Lucy fell silent for a beat, studying Anita closely. Then, with a gentle note of surprise, she asked, “So… you’ve actually fallen in love with him, haven’t you?”
Hearing Lucy’s question, Anita’s eyes went wide and she shook her head so fast her hair almost whipped her face.

“What are you saying? How could I fall in love with a man like that? He’s the worst of the worst!”
Lucy just gave her a knowing smile. “Then why are you so bothered that he isn’t giving you any attention?”

Anita rubbed her stomach, exhaling slowly. “You’re missing my point. Solomon barely gives me any money these days—I don’t know where it all goes. He’s hidden every credit card from me, and whenever I ask for even a dime, he beats me up.”

Lucy smirked inwardly, but her face softened with compassion. “That’s really bad—for you and the baby—but you still need to chill.”

“You want me to chill?” Anita echoed, brow furrowed. Lucy just shrugged.

“What else can you do? Keep calm, breathe, and wait until after you give birth. Then you can decide if you want to stay or go.”

Anita threw up her hands. “Okay, but how am I supposed to fund my rich–man’s–wife lifestyle? He’s stopped giving me money altogether—and I really need it.”

“Girl, calm down. Make do with what you have. Maybe Solomon’s going through a rough patch. It’ll pass.”

Anita rolled her eyes. “Enough about me—tell me about your new man. With this glow, I can tell your new catch is a real odogwu panraran.” Lucy blushed at the nickname.

“He’s not bad,” Lucy admitted. “He pays all my bills, cares for me, and even promised to marry me.”
“Wow—that’s amazing! What did you say?”

Lucy scoffed. “I laughed him off. Financially he’s great, but in bed? He couldn’t satisfy a woman if he tried. Plus, he’s married—so I’m just here to spend the money.”

Anita frowned—too familiar a scenario. “Weren’t you the one who told me to go after a married man? Now you’re turning down a proposal?”

Lucy waved a dismissive hand. “Please—don’t pin that on me. You were thrilled when his mother picked you over his first wife. I only cheered you on.”
Anita fell silent, knowing Lucy was right.

Leaning closer, Lucy whispered, “Listen—if you need cash that badly, there’s an easier way. Go to Solomon’s boutique. Yes, his first wife manages it, but the shop belongs to him. He’s married to both of you. You’re entitled to your share—so take what you need, or at least go shopping.”

Anita’s eyes lit up. She sat quietly for a moment, then a slow smile curved her lips. “Why didn’t I think of that? Lucy, you’re a genius.” She jumped up.

“You’re heading there now?” Lucy raised an eyebrow.
“That desperate,” Anita grinned. “See you later.”

Lucy walked her to the car. “You’re heavily pregnant—take it easy, okay?”

Sliding into the driver’s seat, Anita patted her bump. “Don’t worry—Winnie won’t touch me. I’m carrying our husband’s baby, something she could never do.”
Lucy waved until the car was out of sight, then muttered, “Such a foolish woman.”

Her phone buzzed. Seeing the caller ID, she scoffed. “Now that foolish husband is calling me.”

She answered with a sultry laugh. “Hello, baby—missing me already?”

Solomon’s voice buzzed over the phone. She chuckled sweetly, “Baby, how could you send me money without asking? You’re too sweet.”
“Alright, I’m coming over,”

She said and ended the call with a soft click, let out a loud hiss, and stepped inside, closing the door firmly behind her.

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Women’s Fashion Store.

The boutique was located inside Shoprite. Solomon had set up the business for Winnie as an apology after she suffered her first miscarriage—caused by his excessive beating. At the time, Winnie had threatened to leave him, and in a desperate attempt to make amends, Solomon went out of his way to purchase the store from its original owner. He spent a huge sum of money to acquire the space, stocked it with high-end designer items, and handed the keys over to her.

Initially, Winnie didn’t take the business seriously. She left it in the hands of hired workers, who nearly ran it down. But everything changed when she decided to take full control—with help from Christian, who already had several successful businesses of his own and a solid understanding of how to run them.

Together, Winnie and Christian revived the boutique, bringing it back to life. The store now buzzed with activity, with customers trooping in and out daily.
She had only two dedicated staff members: a twenty-five-year-old woman named Adaeze, who served as the store manager, and a twenty-year-old young man named Samuel, the salesboy. Winnie treated both of them with kindness and respect, and in return, they admired her and performed their duties diligently.

There weren’t many customers around that day, so the two staff members were casually chatting inside the shop while Winnie took a light nap in her small office.

That was when a heavily pregnant Anita walked in, her expression cold and calculating. Her eyes roamed greedily around the boutique, taking in all the expensive items on display.

Thinking she was a customer, Samuel quickly stood up to attend to her.

“Hello, ma’am. What would you like to see today?” he asked politely.

Anita shoved Samuel aside so suddenly that if he hadn’t steadied himself, he would’ve hit his head on the counter.

“Don’t you dare block my way!” she barked.

Adaeze, alarmed by the woman’s aggression, immediately stood up, her face tightening with anger.

“Excuse me, ma’am, why would you push my colleague like that? Are you okay? You walk in here acting like a mad woman—are we the ones who got you pregnant? Why bring your frustration to innocent people? Do you even realize how dangerous what you just did is?”

Anita let out a mocking laugh, clearly furious.

“Wow! Where did Winnie dig up all these uncultured workers from? And you have the nerve to speak to your boss like that?” Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.

Hearing the woman call herself their boss, Adaeze looked at her up and down, shook her head in disbelief.

“Did you just escape from a psychiatric hospital?” she asked sarcastically.

Enraged, Anita raised her hand to slap Adaeze, but Adaeze swiftly caught it mid-air and flung it aside, causing Anita to stagger backward.

“You dare push me?!” Anita barked, steadying herself.

Adaeze scoffed. “Consider yourself lucky because you’re pregnant. If not, I would’ve—”

“Adaeze, what’s going on here?” Winnie’s voice came from behind, cutting her short. Adaeze quickly turned to her madam, ready to explain.

But before she could utter a word, Anita sprang forward and began yelling loudly, her voice echoing through the boutique.

“Winnie, can you imagine what these useless staff did to me? You didn’t tell them I’m your co-wife and that this business belongs to our husband!” Anita ranted loudly.

When she finished, Winnie looked over at her calmly, then smiled.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch your name again… Do I know you? And I’m not married, so which husband are you talking about?” Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.

Her question hit Anita like a slap. She froze, speechless and visibly embarrassed. The boutique fell silent for a moment, then Adaeze and Samuel burst into quiet laughter behind the counter.

Seeing their reaction, Anita’s face flushed with anger.
“Winnie, enough with the jokes. They’re not funny anymore,” she snapped. “This business belongs to Solomon, and by right, it should also belong to his two wives. Look, I’m not here to drag anything with you—I just want my share. Give me some money and I’ll leave the place for you.”

When Anita finished speaking, Winnie folded her arms and repeated her question calmly, “You still haven’t answered me… do I know you?”

“Quit your stupid act, Winnie!” Anita suddenly snapped. “I said this place belongs to our husband, Solomon! You’re still living in our boys’ quarters, yet you’re out here behaving like the prize! Solomon owns this business, and as his wife—carrying his only son—I demand my share!”

Instead of getting angry, Winnie let out a soft chuckle, clearly amused.

“Oh! You mean my ex-husband?” she said with raised brows. “I guess you’re not aware—we’ve ended things. Ma’am, your husband and I are no longer together. This shop right here?” she gestured around casually. “It’s part of my divorce settlement.”
She glanced at Anita with subtle mockery.

“And since you’re carrying his only heir, I assume there must be plenty of other properties he owns. I’m sure he’ll hand some over to you. What a lucky woman you are.”

Then, with a gentle smile, she added, “Now, if you would kindly leave my store without creating any more drama, that would be best—for both of us.”
Anita wanted to say more, but she realized it would only lead to further embarrassment.

If Winnie had raised her voice too, it would’ve given her a reason to argue—but she didn’t. Instead, Winnie remained calm, and Anita knew that any further outburst would only make her look worse. Swallowing her pride, she turned to leave.

But just as she reached the door, Winnie’s sharp voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Wait, ma’am.”

Anita paused and snapped irritably, “What again do you want?”

“I have a camera here, in case you didn’t know,” Winnie said coolly. “And if I take that footage to the police, you’ll be forced to pay a fine for assaulting my innocent staff member who did absolutely nothing to you. So, before you walk out of here, apologize to Samuel—immediately.”

“And if I say that I won’t? What will you do?” Anita shot back proudly.

Winnie smirked, took a slow step forward, and leaned in close, her voice dropping to a chilling whisper.

“Don’t force my hands, Anita,” she said, her tone low and cold. “You’ve been pushing, trying so hard to provoke me. But because of that innocent child—who doesn’t even have a father—I’ve let you play this little game, letting Solomon take that place. He deserves the illusion. But don’t make me strip away the last shred of compassion I have left.”

She paused, casually patting Anita’s hair, her whisper becoming even more dangerous.

“Imagine what would happen if Solomon and his mother found out what you really did. You wouldn’t want that, Anita. You really wouldn’t want to fuck with me—because you can’t handle what comes next. Now, you’ll bow your head, apologize to my staff, and get the hell out of my space—and my business.”

A cold chill ran down Anita’s spine. She blinked and raised her eyes to meet Winnie’s. The deadly smirk on Winnie’s face made her shudder slightly, her pride slowly giving way to fear.

And with immediate effect, Anita turned to Samuel and bowed slightly. “I’m sorry,” she muttered, then quickly walked out of the store, leaving the two workers speechless.

“Madam, what did you say to her that made her tremble like that—like a lab rat?” Adaeze asked with a chuckle.

Winnie shrugged casually. “Just reminded her to know her place and stay in it.”

Meanwhile, Anita sat in her car, visibly shaken. Her hands trembled on the steering wheel as she muttered to herself. Written by Authoress Winnie. B . Onuh.

“How did she know? Did she have me followed or tracked? Was she playing with my intelligence? But I was so careful… How did she find out?”

“How much does she know?” she asked aloud again, her voice cracking with panic. Desperate, she grabbed her phone and dialed Lucy’s number, but it rang out. She called again and again—still no answer.
Frustrated, she tried her husband’s number, but it wasn’t reachable either.

In a fit of rage, she banged her fists against the steering wheel and screamed, “Ahhh!”

Breathing heavily, she started the car and sped home. The boutique wasn’t far from her house, so it took barely ten minutes to get there. Once she arrived, she threw her car keys at the driver waiting by the side and stormed inside the house.

Blinded by anger and frustration, Anita didn’t even notice the awkward looks her driver and the housekeeper, who was quietly setting the dining table gave to her.

Anita dropped her bag on the couch and trudged upstairs to her room. All she wanted was some rest—her head throbbed so badly, she needed a cold bath and a long sleep. But fate had something entirely different in store.

As she neared her bedroom, a strange sound caught her attention—muffled voices, ambiguous noises, and soft moans. She froze in place, her heart pounding rapidly in her chest. Taking cautious steps forward, the sounds grew louder with each stride until she reached the door.

Slowly, she pushed it open—and what she saw shattered her.

There, on her matrimonial bed, was her husband, Solomon, tangled in an intimate embrace with a fair-skinned woman. Anita’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stepped closer and recognized the woman—it was Lucy. Her best friend. The same friend she had just poured her heart out to barely an hour ago.

“Lucy!!!” Anita screamed, her voice echoing through the room. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
Both lovers paused and turned to her—but instead of shame or fear in their eyes, there was only irritation. As though she had rudely interrupted something she had no business interfering with.

“What are you both doing? Solomon! How dare you?!” she yelled, trembling with rage.

But neither of them responded. They simply stared at her, making no attempt to explain or even cover themselves. Their silence was louder than words—and far more painful. Written by Authoress Winnie. Onuh

“Baby, why didn’t you lock the door? She just interrupted the fun,” Lucy muttered with a frown. Solomon kissed her on the forehead.

“Sorry, my love. Let’s continue,” he said softly.

Lucy wrapped her arms around Solomon’s neck and gave Anita a playful smirk, as if to say, You can do it, so why can’t I? After all, Solomon was never really your man to begin with. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.

Anita stood there, speechless—shocked, heartbroken, and overwhelmed by the bitter taste of betrayal. The only words that echoed in her mind were those of the broken mother she had met in the hospital, the one who had just lost her child.

With a smile, she had asked Anita, “Anita, how strong are you?”

To be continued.

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