MY HUSBAND’S SECOND WIFE Episode 20 – Authoress Winnie .B. Onuh

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

Christian’s Mansion.

The whole family was having an early lunch—everyone had somehow woken up late.

Since Chioma’s mother had moved into the house, she had taken over the cooking, and Angela couldn’t be happier; finally, a break from kitchen duties.

“Winnie, when are you moving into your house?” Angela asked, helping herself to more meat.

Before Winnie could reply, Christian beat her to it. Glaring at his sister, he said,

“What’s it to you? Did she say she was moving out anytime soon?”

Angela rolled her eyes and twitched her lips at him.
“Did I ask you?”

Winnie chuckled at their usual bickering and answered,

“I’m moving this week. Why do you ask?”

“I just want to help decorate the place,” Angela replied. “I’ve been learning interior design for a few months now, and I want to put my skills to work.”

“That would be lovely. Thank you in advance,” Winnie said with a smile.

She really was grateful for meeting Christian and his family. Staying in this house had helped her regain her sanity. Even though she wasn’t ready for another relationship just yet, she knew Christian was being patient with her—though she wasn’t sure for how long.

“Then I’ll drop you off at work today,” Christian added, placing another piece of meat on her plate.

“Eat more meat. You need it.”

Chioma’s phone began to ring, and she was slightly taken aback when she saw Solomon as the caller
.
Assuming it had something to do with her mother—since she’d left while her employer wasn’t around—Chioma dropped her spoon and answered the call.

But the moment she heard Solomon’s loud, angry voice, she quickly pulled the phone away from her ear and switched it to loudspeaker.

“Will you get Winnie on the phone?!” Solomon barked. “She had the audacity to block my number after stealing my money!”

Since the phone was on loudspeaker, everyone at the dining table heard Solomon’s voice loud and clear. They all paused, exchanging glances before looking toward the phone.

Christian’s expression darkened the moment he recognized the voice. He reached out to grab the phone and end the call, but Winnie gently held his hand and shook her head.
“Let me handle it,” she said with a small, calm smile.

She picked up the phone and spoke evenly,

“You were looking for me?”

The calmness in her voice only fueled Solomon’s rage.

“You dare steal my money?!” he shouted. “Winnie, if you don’t return that money, I swear I will kill you! So your useless boyfriends can’t provide for you, but you had the nerve to steal from me? I’ll make you regret it!”
Winnie chuckled softly and replied, her tone cool and casual,

“I stole your money—so what? After all, you stole my kids from me, and I didn’t kill you. So why are you ranting like a madman?”

She continued,

“That money was for my children. I simply took what we set aside for them and invested it elsewhere. And when I finally have kids with my new man—who, by the way, is ten times better than you—I’ll use that money for them.”

She deliberately added the last part to provoke him—and it worked.

The entire table sat frozen, stunned by her boldness.

As for Christian, hearing Winnie refer to him as her “new man” melted away his anger in an instant. A quiet pride replaced it.

But on the other end of the line, Solomon was shaking with fury.

“Winnie,” he growled, his voice trembling with rage, “don’t you dare mess with me… Return my money, or you won’t like what comes next.”

“Mr. Solomon, you can’t do anything. And guess what? I’m not scared of you.”

With that, Winnie ended the call and handed the phone back to a stunned Chioma.

“Block him.”

“Uh… okay,” Chioma blinked and quickly blocked the number. Written by Mhiz Winnie Onuh.

“Winnie, I still think you should be careful,” Angela said with concern. “Your ex-husband sounds dangerous.”

“I’m not scared of him,” Winnie replied calmly. “Besides, I’m not alone anymore. I have all of you, don’t I?”

She turned to look at Christian, who gave her a reassuring nod.

“You’re right. I’m by your side,” he said. “Nothing will happen to you. But there’s something I urgently need to take care of today, so please stay home. Keep your shop closed too. Just calculate how much you would have made today—I’ll transfer it to you.”

“But…” Winnie started to protest, but he gently cut her off.

**“Winnie, please. Just listen to me this time. I can’t have you going back to the hospital—unless it’s to give birth.”

Winnie’s cheeks flushed slightly.

“What do you mean by ‘give birth’?” she asked shyly.

“Just using your own words,” he said with a wink and a grin.

“Please! Some of us are still single,” Angela groaned playfully. “It’s too early in the day to be fed with dog food!” Written by Mhiz Winnie Onuh.

She dropped her spoon dramatically and walked out laughing, with Chioma trailing behind her.

Now, only Christian and Winnie remained at the table.

Sitting close to him, Winnie felt a warmth spread through her when Christian gently took her cold hands in his. His gaze lingered on her face, and his dark eyes smiled into hers.

Damn.

This man could melt her into a puddle of want without even trying, she thought.

“Are you trying to seduce me into staying home?” she asked with a teasing smile.

His lips curled into a dangerously mischievous grin.

“Is it working?” he murmured.

She laughed softly.

“Alright, I’ll stay home. And you don’t need to pay me anything. Besides, I could use a day of rest.”

“Thank you,” he said with a smile, leaning in to place a gentle peck on her forehead.

He truly wanted to kiss her lips—but that would be crossing a line he wasn’t ready to push. Not until she was.

“You’ve been giving me a whole lot of forehead pecks lately,” Winnie teased.

“Do you want me to upgrade that?” he asked with a playful smile.

Winnie blinked, swallowed hard, and quickly looked away. She picked up a glass of water and gulped it down in one go.

Christian chuckled at her reaction, then stood up before he did something he might regret.

“See you later, babe,” he said, grabbing his car keys and walking out. Written by Mhiz Winnie Onuh .

The moment he stepped into his car, his expression shifted—calm warmth replaced by cold determination.

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

Since the police couldn’t do their job right, he’d handle it himself.

A male voice answered, sounding surprised.

“Are you really the one calling me, or is this some kind of call divert?”

“I have a job for you,” Christian said, overtaking a car and increasing his speed.

“And I need it done within 24 hours.”

“You know I’m always at your service. Who offended you?” the voice on the line asked, instantly serious, sensing that Christian wasn’t in the mood for small talk.

“His name is Solomon. Late thirties. I’m sending you his picture now,” Christian replied curtly.

“I need him captured and tortured—but don’t kill him. Just keep him locked up until I give the go-ahead to release him.” Written by Mhiz Winnie Onuh.

“May I ask what his crime is?” the voice asked. “So I know the level of pain to inflict.”

Christian was silent for a moment. His jaw clenched as he remembered the state he found Winnie in just a few weeks ago. The rage simmered beneath his calm tone.

“He laid hands on my woman… and had the guts to threaten her.” Written by Mhiz Winnie Onuh.

“What?” the man sounded stunned. He had known Christian for years and not once had he heard him mention being serious about any woman.

In fact, he had always assumed Christian would remain single forever, especially with the way women chased after him and he never seemed to choose one.

“Then… are you sure I shouldn’t kill him?”

“No,” Christian replied coldly. “Just follow my orders—and be quick about it.”

He ended the call without waiting for a response.

Solomon stormed back to his house, seething with rage after the phone call with Winnie. He needed a drink—something strong—before he could figure out his next move.

Once home, he poured himself a glass of brandy, downed a shot, and began to pace.

There was no way he was going to let Winnie disappear with his money. Written by Mhiz Winnie Onuh.

Sure, he had signed that ridiculous document promising never to lay a hand on her again—but it didn’t mean others couldn’t do it for him.

He smirked bitterly.

Thankfully, his time working with the government had given him access to people who operated in the shadows—men who did the dirty work no one talked about.

Brandy glass in one hand, he used the other to scroll through his phone, searching for the contact of one of the most dangerous gangs he’d once hired for a job on behalf of a superior.

He found the number and dialed.n

The line rang twice before a deep, gruff voice answered.

“Who be this?”

“You don’t need to know,” Solomon replied coolly.

“I have a job for you. I’m offering five million—and you don’t need to kill anyone.”

The voice on the line was silent for a hmoment before responding.

“Wetin be the nature of this work?”

“I’ll send you a picture of a lady,” Solomon replied. “She ran off with my money and followed another man. I want her kidnapped—and I want my money back.”

“How much be this money?”

“Fifty million.”

“Oga, if na fifty million we dey recover, our charge na ten million.” Written by Mhiz Winnie Onuh.

Solomon clenched his jaw, ready to curse them out, but stopped himself. He had no other option.

“Fine. Deal. When should I expect results?”

“Before this week run out. We go run am.”

The call ended.

Solomon slammed the phone down and hissed.

“Winnie, just wait for me. I’ll make sure you regret this.”

He downed the rest of his brandy in one gulp and poured himself another glass.

Unnoticed, Anita had been standing outside the door for a while, debating whether or not to enter. After a long pause, she gathered her courage and stepped in.

Solomon looked up, raising a brow as his eyes landed on her. He paused, his gaze scanning her from head to toe—his anger intensifying.

“What are you doing here?” he asked coldly.

Anita flinched at the harsh tone but forced herself to stand her ground. Written by Mhiz Winnie Onuh.

She had already called Mama that morning and told her everything—how her son had been treating her. She hoped Mama would speak up for her.

“What kind of question is that? Is this not my husband’s house?” she muttered quietly.

Solomon let out a sudden, hysterical laugh. Then, rising to his feet, he took a step toward her.

Anita instinctively took a step back.

To be continued.