EPISODE TWENTY- THREE
MY HUSBAND’S SECOND WIFE
(that which you seek, you shall find in abundance)
“Buddy, can we negotiate? Whatever the person paid you, I’ll triple it,” Solomon said, his voice flustered and filled with desperation.
Black’s expression lit up with a grin. “Oh? Are you willing to pay any amount?”
“Any amount at all,” Solomon affirmed anxiously, hoping for cooperation. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
But what he didn’t know was that talk of money only made Black angry—and the angrier he got, the wider he smiled. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
Black leaned in, his tone laced with menace.
“Do you even have money left, aside from the fifty million your ex-wife scammed from you? Smart woman, I must say. But buddy… your ex-wife is now someone you can’t touch.” Written by Authoress Winnie. B . Onuh.
Solomon’s eyes widened in shock. “Wait—how do you know my ex-wife?” he asked, utterly confused.
“Before we start our game,” Black said, a sly grin playing on his lips, “maybe I should tell a little story. It’s actually a funny one.”
With a snap of his fingers, a few men emerged from the shadows—among them, the very man Solomon had once hired to kidnap Winnie.
Solomon’s face twisted in shock.
Black smirked at the sight. “I see you recognize him. He’s the guy you paid to snatch your ex-wife, right?”
He paused dramatically, letting the moment sink in.
“Too bad for you… my boss took a liking to your ex-wife. And now? She’s our Boss Lady. Which means anyone who lays a hand on her—”
He stepped closer, his tone darker, “—gets punished.”
He leaned forward, eyes locked on Solomon.
“And you were foolish enough to land her in the hospital for days. That’s the worst part. I hate men who beat women.”
His smile grew colder. “They’re my worst enemies.”
Solomon’s eyes went wide. He shook his head in disbelief. “That’s impossible! Do you even know who my ex-wife is? Winnie’s just a useless b*tch who ran off with my money. Who the hell would want secondhand goods like her?!” Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
But no matter what Solomon said, Black just kept smiling… and smiling.
Black turned to glance at his men, who were visibly tense. They knew what that smile on his face meant—and they were silently afraid for Solomon.
“Bring the table closer. Untie his hands,” Black instructed calmly.
The men exchanged quick glances and moved to obey.
Solomon exhaled in relief, a hopeful smile tugging at his lips. “You’ve made a wise decision, my friend. Don’t worry, I can wire some money to you. And if you can retrieve the rest from that b*tch, I’ll give you twenty million. Huh? Deal?”
Black nodded slowly. “Nice deal.”
Then he turned to his men.
“Put his hand on the table.”
“What… wait, what are you trying— AHHHHHH!”
Solomon’s scream tore through the room as pain shot through his body. One of his fingers had been cleanly chopped off.
Staring in horror, he looked up to see Black lazily licking the blood off his little dagger, still smiling like they were just getting started.
“Come on, buddy,” Black said casually. “It was just a finger. Why all the noise?”
Solomon tried to get up, but a large, silent guard behind him slammed his shoulder down, pinning him in place.
“You were saying something about paying me?” Black asked, turning to his men. “How much did he say again?”
“Boss,” one replied, “he said twenty million.”
“Oh, that’s a lot of money,” Black said, reclining slightly in his seat, smiling at Solomon. “Fear not, I accept your offer.” Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
He lowered the dagger like he was about to drop it.
Solomon sighed in relief, believing the torture was over.
But in a flash—another scream echoed. A second finger hit the floor.
Solomon’s scream echoed through the warehouse, bouncing off the walls with chilling force.
Black burst into laughter, clearly enjoying every second of it.
“You actually fell for that?” he chuckled, throwing his head back. “Damn, this is so fun! Are you having fun too?”
“You psychopath! I swear, I’m going to ki—AHHHHHH!”
Another scream ripped from Solomon’s throat as a third finger was severed clean off.
He clutched his hand in raw agony, shaking violently as cold sweat poured down his face.
“Yes! That’s the spirit!” Black taunted, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. “Scream for me! Come on—louder!”
He paced in front of Solomon like he was hyping up a show.
Meanwhile, Black’s men stood still—silent.
Though they were used to their boss’s ruthless methods, even they couldn’t help but pity Solomon in their hearts.
Solomon suddenly realized he wasn’t dealing with a man, but a cold, bloodthirsty beast. Panic washed over him, and he began to beg desperately.
“Please… please have mercy on me. I swear, I’ll never do anything bad again!”
Black tilted his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with a terrifying calm.
“What about beating women?”
“Boss, I swear—I’ll never even go near a woman again, let alone lay a hand on one!”
He pleaded as though his life depended on it—because it did. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
Black slowly nodded, but the wicked smile on his face was even more terrifying than his bloodlust.
“Well… I believe you,” he said, voice low and menacing.
“Because you won’t have hands to beat them with again.”
Before Solomon could process those words, both of his arms were severed in one swift, brutal motion.
Blood gushed like a fountain, and the pain was so overwhelming that Solomon blacked out instantly.
“Tch. So weak,” Black scoffed, wiping the blade lazily on a cloth.
“Call the doctor to come patch him up,” he ordered coldly, dropping the bloodied dagger onto the table with a clink before turning and walking out of the warehouse.
“Yes, boss,” the men bowed respectfully and immediately placed a call to the doctor within their organization—his job was simple: treat anyone their clients wanted to suffer, but not die.
Christian lay on the bed, his woman curled peacefully in his arms. He wasn’t asleep, just resting quietly, eyes open and lost in thought, enjoying the stillness. When his phone buzzed, he instinctively turned the volume down to avoid waking the sleeping beauty beside him.
He answered softly.
“Is it a good time to talk?” Black’s voice crackled through the speaker.
“Speak,” Christian responded, his voice low and calm.
“The target has been taken care of,” Black said.
Christian’s brows furrowed slightly. “How?” he asked, already knowing how far Black could go.
“Well…” Black began with a lazy drawl. “I made sure that for the rest of his life, he can never raise a hand against a woman again. I cut off his arms.”
There was a pause before he added with a chuckle, “Wait… he might still try to use his legs. Should I cut those off too?” Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
Christian laughed lightly.
“Don’t. Just give him a warning—tell him the next time he lays a finger on a woman, he’ll lose his legs. That should be enough… for now.”
Black was quiet for a moment, then asked,
“So… do you care to tell me about the lady who made you stain your hands with blood?”
As soon as Black asked the question, Christian ended the call without a word.
Winnie stirred gently in her sleep, her eyes fluttering open for a brief moment. She gave him a soft, dreamy smile before drifting back to sleep
.
But deep down, she made a quiet vow to herself—never to arouse this man ever again.
The punishment had been too intense.
Never again.
Mama had been trying her son’s number for hours, but it still wasn’t going through. Meanwhile, Anita had gone into labor.
Thanks to the driver, they were already on their way to the hospital. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
It had been hours, and Anita was still in labor.
From the waiting hall, Mama could hear her piercing screams coming from the labor room.
Then finally, the sound they had all been waiting for—a baby’s cry.
Anita had given birth.
Mama immediately fell to her knees, raising her hands in praise. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
“Thank You, God,” she whispered joyfully. “You’ve finally answered my prayers and blessed me with a grandchild!”
She rejoiced, jumping up and down with excitement, waiting anxiously by the labor room door for the doctors to let her in. But she wasn’t allowed inside until they had cleaned the mother and baby and moved them to the regular ward.
Anita was exhausted, her eyelids heavy, but she fought to stay awake—she wanted to see her baby first.
When the nurse finally handed her the child, a wave of fear and confusion washed over her.
The baby… looked nothing like her.
Nothing like her husband either.
Just a very beautiful, very fair baby girl—a perfect replica of the doctor whom she had an affair with.
She was still staring at the child in stunned silence when Mama entered the room, beaming with joy. Her smile was bright—until she took one look at the baby in her arms.
Slowly, her joy faded.
The baby girl looked nothing like Anita.
Nothing like her son.
Mama’s hands trembled slightly as she looked again, her heart sinking.
Who is the father of this child?
Could it be… her son had been telling the truth all along?
To be continued.
