EPISODE FOUR.
MY HUSBAND’S SECOND WIFE
(That which you seek, you shall find)
Anita spent the entire day indoors, nursing her pain and nearly blinded eyes.
That morning, she had complained to Mama, but Mama only advised her to be respectful and stop arguing with her husband, reminding her that he was the head of her life and she should behave accordingly. To console her, Mama told her to choose a car from the garage to drive as her own and suggested she move her belongings into the master’s bedroom.
Those words offered Anita some comfort. By afternoon, she finally stepped out of the house, elegantly dressed in expensive clothing. Heavy makeup, a scarf, and sunglasses concealed her scars. She walked straight to the garage, admiring the collection of cars until her eyes landed on a sleek red Lamborghini, sitting prettily on its own.
Before leaving, Anita had attempted to reclaim the authority she lost that morning. Determined to erase her shame, she instructed the housekeeper to move her belongings into the master’s bedroom and transfer Winnie’s things to the guest room. Though the housekeeper hesitated, she ultimately obeyed—after all, that was her job.
Written by Authoress Winnie . B. Onuh.
“Hey, you! Come here!” Anita called out to the driver in charge of the car keys.
“Give me the key to this red Lambo,” she demanded, pointing at the car.
The driver followed the direction of her hand, his eyes landing on the sleek vehicle. He hesitated, then shook his head. “Ah, Small Madam, that car—”
Slap!
Anita struck him across the mouth, leaving him stunned. The driver stood frozen, completely confused about what he had done wrong.
“What did you just call me?” she hissed.
“Small Madam,” he repeated hesitantly.
Slap!
She hit him again, her anger flaring.
“Listen to me, you stupid animal! There is no ‘Small Madam’ in this house. I am the only Madam here, and you will address me as such. Do you hear me?”
Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
The driver, his hands still on his stinging cheeks, stared at the young woman who had only arrived at the house the night before. Slowly, he nodded.
“Okay, ma’am, but that car belongs to Madam Winnie, and she’s—”
“Do you want another slap?” Anita interrupted harshly.
The driver quickly shook his head, then retrieved the keys and handed them over.
Anita snatched them from his hand and slid into the driver’s seat. The moment she turned on the AC and took in the luxurious interior, a wave of satisfaction washed over her. All the pain from earlier seemed to disappear. With this car, she thought, every beating she had endured was worth it.
What Anita didn’t know, however, was that at this very moment, Winnie was far more dangerous than her husband. And if there was one thing Winnie hated, it was people touching what belonged to her.
Blissfully unaware, Anita drove out of the compound, heading straight to her friend’s place to show off her new car.
Written by Authoress . Winnie. B. Onuh.
Winnie spent a full two weeks in the hospital—not because she was sick, but because she needed time to mourn the baby that had been taken from her at four months.
She never even got the chance to see her son, just like the other two she had lost—all at the hands of her abusive husband. But it wouldn’t happen again. Solomon would never have the privilege of laying his hands on her again. This time, she would be the one doing the beating.
When it was finally time to go home, Chioma—one of Winnie’s favorite maids—arrived at the hospital to help her pack. The sixteen-year-old had come to work in the house alongside her mother, the housekeeper, and over time, Winnie had taken a liking to her.
As Chioma folded clothes into the suitcase, she couldn’t stop complaining about everything that had happened in Winnie’s absence.
“Ma’am, I’m so happy you’re coming back. That rude lady has almost taken over everything in the house, and Oga is hardly ever around,” she said, shaking her head as she continued packing.
Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
Winnie didn’t say a word, but she was listening as Chioma continued.
“She even moved your belongings to the guest room and put hers in the master bedroom. Not just that—she drives your car, wears your gold jewelry, and tells everyone she’s the only madam who will give birth to children that will stay.”
Remembering something, Chioma suddenly laughed. “The night she arrived, Oga gave her the beating of her life and nearly blinded her. She even packed her bags and tried to run away!” She laughed even harder but then abruptly frowned.
“But since that day, Oga hasn’t laid a hand on her. Mama is still around and helps her with all the cooking, so he hasn’t bothered her about it.”
Winnie smiled and nodded. If Chioma’s words made her angry, she didn’t show it.
“Are you done packing?” she asked.
Chioma nodded. Winnie reached out to help with the bags, but Chioma quickly stopped her.
“Ma’am, leave them. I can carry it.”
Written by Authoress Winnie . B. Onuh.
“Chioma, I’m not that weak. I’m fine,” Winnie replied, taking one of the bags from her. Chioma carried the other as they made their way out.
“Ma’am, I don’t know if I should tell you this, but Mama and Oga’s new wife…” Chioma trailed off, hesitant.
Winnie glanced at her. “Why did you stop? What did Mama and Anita do?”
Chioma bit her lip, unsure. Her mother had warned her not to say a word, but deep down, she felt her ma’am needed to know.
Taking a deep breath, she finally said, “Mama and Oga’s new wife… they burned all your baby things. They said it was bad luck.”
She stared at Winnie, expecting some kind of reaction. But there was none. Winnie’s face remained unreadable.
Chioma blinked, a chill running down her spine. In that moment, her madam felt… different, as if someone else had taken over her body.
Winnie paused at Chioma’s words, her fingers tightening around the bag she carried. No emotion showed on her face—she had long since grown numb to pain. But remembering how happy she had been while buying those baby items, a dull ache settled in her chest. Burning them felt like burning her children.
At that moment, she silently added Anita and Mama to her revenge list.
“Why burn them? They were very expensive,” Winnie finally said, her voice calm, her lips curving into a soft smile as she resumed walking.
Chioma stood frozen, shock gripping her to the core.
“Why do I feel like my madam has gone insane?” she muttered under her breath.
Her mother had always warned her: The people you should fear most are those who smile and stay silent when you hurt them.
If someone reacts in anger, you’re safe—they’re letting their emotions out. But if they walk away in silence… then you should fear for your life. Because the silent ones are the deadliest.
Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.
“Ma’am, wait for me!” Chioma called out, hurrying after her madam.
She was truly glad to have Winnie back in the house. Now, everyone would finally know who the real madam of the house was.
