EPISODE EIGHTEEN.
MY HUSBAND’S SECOND WIFE.
(That which you seek, you shall find in abundance)
After spending three weeks in a cell, Solomon was granted bail, which came with a hefty fee. He was also required to sign a legal document stating he would never lay a finger on Winnie again. Once that was done, he was allowed to leave with his friend Frank, who had come to pick him up from the station.
During those three weeks behind bars, Solomon had missed work, and news of what he did had spread. As a result, he was fired from his job.
“Man, you look like shit,” Frank said as they walked out of the station together.
Once in the car, Solomon fumed with rage. “I’ll deal with Winnie and her stupid boyfriend! They think they can lock me up and get away with it? Humph! They must be joking!” Written by Mhiz Winnie Onuh.
Frank glanced at him in disbelief. “Wait—you’re not even remorseful for putting your ex-wife in the hospital for weeks? Solomon, you nearly killed that woman, and she did absolutely nothing to deserve it! Are you even okay?” he asked, his voice rising.
“Frank, are you sleeping with Winnie too? Is that why you’re siding with her instead of me?” Solomon snapped.
Frank was stunned. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing from the man he once called his friend.
“Stop staring at me like that and answer the question. If you’re not, then why are you defending her? Winnie is still married to me! I told you before—divorce isn’t real! She’s still my wife, and I’ll deal with her!” Solomon shouted.
“Wow. I thought spending time in a cell would make you reflect on your actions. Clearly, I was wrong,” Frank said with a sad smile. “I was foolish to think there was still a shred of humanity left in you.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean? I thought we were friends—friends support each other!”
“That friendship ends today, Solomon,” Frank cut in coldly. “Get your stinking self out of my car. I don’t want to see you anywhere near me, my wife, or Winnie. And let me make something very clear—if you ever lay your hands on that woman again, you’ll be the one in the hospital, not her.”
Solomon was stunned.
He had never seen Frank this angry. But his foolish pride wouldn’t let him admit he was wrong. All his life, his mother had told him that his choices were always right. She never corrected him, never told him he was wrong, so he grew up believing he was above reproach—never apologizing, never backing down.
“I knew it. You are sleeping with Winnie,” Solomon muttered.
“You’re sick. Get out of my car!” Frank barked.
“I’ll go, but you haven’t seen the last of me,” Solomon hissed as he stepped out of the vehicle.
“And don’t bother showing up at work—you’ve been fired. Your severance pay? I used it to bail you out of jail. Honestly, I regret it. I should’ve given that money to your pregnant wife instead, so she could take care of herself. But it is what it is. Goodbye, Solomon.”
Solomon opened his mouth to argue, but Frank had already slammed the car door and sped off.
Left with no choice, Solomon staggered home. Fortunately, he still had a bit of cash left in his pocket, just enough to take a taxi to Lucy’s house.
That was the last of his money, but he had nowhere else to go. Anita hadn’t visited him once during his time in jail. Solomon knew that if he returned to his house and saw her, he might hit her in a fit of rage—and that would land him right back in a cell. He couldn’t afford that.
Even though he’d been fired, he had no plans to tell anyone.
He still had some savings tucked away—money meant for his unborn children. That should sustain him until he figures out his next move.
“What do you think about the house?” Christian asked Winnie.
As soon as she was discharged from the hospital, he had accompanied her to the bank to withdraw her savings. Since Winnie had been a regular customer, the process was smooth—she simply transferred the funds to her current account, received her ATM card, and they went together to check out the house with Chioma and Chioma’s mother.
Winnie’s former housekeeper, who had been working at Solomon’s house, had resigned the very night Winnie was hospitalized. She later helped her daughter pack up their belongings along with Winnie’s and moved them into Christian’s place temporarily, as they would soon be relocating to Winnie’s new home.
“Chioma, what do you think?” Winnie asked, turning to the young girl. Written by his Winnie Onuh.
Chioma blushed with excitement and turned to her mother. “Mama, what do you think of this house? Isn’t it lovely?”
They all laughed and turned to Christian. In one joyful chorus, they said, “We love it!”
“Then it’s a deal,” Christian said, smiling.
He felt genuinely happy seeing Winnie up and strong again. The fact that she had been smart enough to quietly save money during her time with an abusive ex-husband only made her more admirable in his eyes.
Winnie had refused to let her circumstances define her or make her a victim in need of pity. Instead, she took charge of her life and asked for help when she needed it. She had saved herself before anyone else could—and that made her nothing short of remarkable.
She was the kind of woman Christian was more than willing to fight for.
He pulled out his phone and called his friend, who answered on the first ring.
“Hey, my client loves the house. Send me your account details for payment.”
“Alright, thank you,” his friend replied before the call ended.
“What about the building documents?” Winnie asked.
“Oh, I have them,” Christian replied. “My friend already left for the States and entrusted all the documents to me. Once the payment is made, I’ll show them to you when we get home.”
“Alright, that’s fine. Thank you so much, Christian. I honestly don’t know what I would have done without you.” Written by Mhiz Winnie Onuh.
“Come on, you don’t have to thank me,” he said, grinning. “But if you really want to show appreciation… feed me. I’m starving.”
He gave her a playful whine, followed by a warm, teasing, and slightly flirtatious gaze.
Winnie felt a light flutter in her chest just from the way Christian looked at her. Unable to resist teasing him, she leaned in and spoke softly, so only he could hear.
“With that gaze you’re giving me, I’m not quite sure what kind of meal you’re talking about.”
Christian was momentarily stunned—he hadn’t expected such flirtatious words from her so soon. But more than anything, he felt genuinely happy. It meant she was finally beginning to feel free again, free enough to tease and play like herself.
Leaning in, he whispered back, “Sugar, I’m down for any kind of meal… as long as it’s coming from you.”
“Get it from your girls,” Winnie murmured with a sly smile.
“You’re the only girl I have right now… so are you down?” he asked with a wink.
“In your dreams,” Winnie said, laughing as she playfully pushed him away.
Christian grinned, made an exaggerated bow, and replied, “Then see you in my dreams tonight.”
They both burst into laughter at his playful gesture.
Just then, Chioma’s mother stepped out from the kitchen, having finished inspecting it. When she caught sight of Winnie smiling and laughing freely with Christian, her heart filled with joy. It had been so long since she had seen Winnie this happy. At one point, she feared the young woman had forgotten how to smile—let alone laugh. Written by Mhiz Winnie Onuh.
Silently, she prayed this young man wouldn’t hurt her… or take away her smile again.
“Mom,” Chioma whispered as she appeared beside her, “don’t you think Aunty Winnie looks like herself again? She even looks younger.”
Her mother nodded with a soft smile. “Yes… I pray she stays that way. That young woman has been through too much.”
Just then, the older woman’s expression shifted as a sudden thought crossed her mind.
“I wonder how Anita is doing with her pregnancy,” she murmured.
“Why would you bring up that woman?” Chioma scoffed. “Whatever she’s going through, she brought it on herself!”
Although her mother agreed with Chioma, she couldn’t help but feel a little sad for Anita. Yes, the woman was wicked and harsh, but she was still pregnant—and mothers, by nature, often have a soft spot for expectant women. She was no exception.
“Who’s hungry? Our newest landlady is buying us lunch!” Christian announced joyfully.
“Yes!” Chioma squealed in excitement. She turned to her mother and said, “Mama, let’s go and eat!”
“Call your sister to join us,” Winnie added with a smile. “And can we go to that local restaurant you took me to the other day? I’ve been craving their local dish again.”
“Of course!” Christian said enthusiastically. “Anything for the new landlady. After you, ma’am.” He gave another playful, exaggerated bow.
“Thank you, sire,” Winnie replied with a chuckle.
They all laughed as they made their way to the car. Christian placed a call to his sister, inviting her to join them.
A week later.
Anita was frantically searching the bedroom, trying to find where Solomon might have hidden some money. She knew he had been arrested, but she hadn’t bothered visiting him. Why should she? When he was a free man, all he ever did was bring different women into their home. In truth, she was glad he got arrested.
But what Anita didn’t realize was this: if Winnie were still Solomon’s wife, she would’ve visited him. But sadly, Anita wasn’t Winnie—and never would be.
After turning the room upside down with no success, Anita sat on the edge of the bed, irritated and dejected. In a burst of frustration, she flung the dressing table aside, screaming in anger. As it toppled, something caught her eye—a large brown envelope tucked beneath it.
Her rage paused instantly. She squatted awkwardly, her pregnant belly making it difficult, and picked up the envelope. Sitting back on the bed, she tore it open and pulled out a document.
It was a savings agreement—the original document Solomon and Winnie had received when they deposited forty-five million naira into a joint fund for their future children. Written by Mhiz Winnie Onuh.
Although Winnie had later changed the document to remove Solomon’s name, she never informed him. Solomon still believed he was a beneficiary.
Anita’s eyes widened in shock as she read through the contents. The document clearly stated it was a fund for Solomon’s offspring. She looked down at her swollen belly and smiled.
Finally, she thought, this pregnancy is going to pay off.
First, she would need to visit the bank and convince them that she was Solomon’s wife. But she’d need a solid plan. Written by Mhiz Winnie Onuh.
“Would calling Mama to the city help?” Anita wondered aloud. After some thought, she decided she might also try visiting Solomon in the cell—or perhaps call him.
One way or another, she was determined to claim that money. After all, Winnie didn’t give Solomon a child—she did. And in her mind, that made the money hers.
“Baby, you’ve been in my house for days now and haven’t said anything. What’s going on? Don’t you go to work anymore?” Lucy asked, a deep frown forming on her face. Written by Mhiz Winnie Onuh.
Solomon had been lounging in her apartment for almost a week—eating her and her food, using her things, and not contributing a single dime. He’d claimed his company granted him some time off after he was released from prison. Lucy didn’t care about the details; all she wanted was for him to either start bringing in money or get out so she could entertain other men freely.
Solomon finally tore his eyes away from the television and looked at her.
“Asam, don’t worry. Tomorrow, I’ll go to the bank and withdraw some funds I deposited. It’s a few million. Once I do, I’ll give you two million to cover my expenses here, alright?” Written by Mhiz Winnie Onuh.
At the mention of money, every trace of anger vanished from Lucy’s face, replaced by a bright, eager smile.
“Baby, I hope you’re not trying to play me or pull my leg,” she said, watching him closely. Written by Mhiz Winnie Onuh.
Solomon chuckled confidently.
“Don’t you know your baby again? Do I look like a poor man to you? Baby, relax. I’ve made serious money. By this time tomorrow, you’ll have two million in your account. In fact—make that five million.”
“Oh my God!” Lucy squealed, jumping up excitedly. She threw her arms around him, showering him with kisses.
“This is why I love you so much, my king! You’re just the best!” Written by Mhiz Winnie Onuh.
“Well then, why don’t you come and show me how much you love me, huh?” Solomon said, dropping the remote and pulling her into his arms.
Lucy laughed and jumped into his embrace, her desire more fueled by the promise of money than anything else.
Knowing she could be five million naira richer by tomorrow, she was more than ready to serve her man just the way he liked it. Written by Mhiz Winnie Onuh.
But will she actually get the money?
Tomorrow will tell.
Greedy Lucy
Ur world is about crushing