MY HUSBAND’S SECOND WIFE Episode 8 – Authoress Winnie .B. Onuh

EPISODE EIGHT.

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

“So, Miss Anita, what exactly do you want me to do for you?” the young doctor asked, removing his glasses and fixing a curious gaze on the beautiful lady seated across from him. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.

Anita looked at the doctor, who didn’t appear to be older than twenty-seven, and replied in a desperate tone, “Doctor, I need a baby—and I need it urgently.”

The doctor raised his brows, feigning surprise, just as he did with every new client.

“Ma’am, I’m not sure I understand. I’m not God—I don’t give children. I only help women deliver their babies, not create them from thin air.”

“Doctor, I know what I’m saying.” Anita leaned in slightly. “A friend of mine recommended you to me. She gave me full assurance that you could help—that you’re the solution I need.” Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.

Anita had confided in that friend after lying to her husband about being pregnant. Now Solomon was demanding the hospital test results to confirm the news. Anita had promised to bring the results to his office, but first, she had come here—the hospital her friend insisted would make anything possible, as long as the money was right. After all, this was Lagos.

The doctor leaned back thoughtfully before asking, “What about your husband? Where does he stand in all this?”

Normally, women only found their way to his clinic through recommendation. He ran a discreet sperm donor hospital—one where he paid young, eligible men for their samples and stored them for women who needed a child, whether due to an absent or impotent husband, or simply not wanting to marry.

But for some of his young and attractive patients like Anita, the doctor had a different method—he preferred to personally donate his sperm by sleeping with them until they get pregnant. It was an unspoken arrangement, one he proposed only to select clients. His condition was simple: once they got pregnant, they were never to return or contact him again. Surprisingly, many women agreed, largely swayed by his charming looks and discrete approach.

“My husband is impotent,” Anita lied smoothly, her voice barely trembling. “And my mother-in-law is on my neck to get pregnant—or else she’ll find another woman for her son.” Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.

The doctor raised his brows in disbelief. From her appearance, Anita looked quite young—no older than twenty or twenty-two. So why the rush to get pregnant when she clearly had time?

Anita noticed the skeptical look on his face and quickly cleared her throat. “I’m the second wife,” she explained. “My husband’s first wife still doesn’t have a child. That’s why I was married into the family, and now they’re expecting me to get pregnant immediately. In my desperation, I lied that I was already pregnant… So please, doctor, help me.”

As she finished speaking, Doctor Ken rejoiced inwardly. This was exactly the kind of case he favored—but he kept a straight face, masking his excitement as he silently considered the best way to make his offer known.

“Ma’am, I understand what you mean,” the doctor said, adjusting his glasses. “But right now, we’re out of artificial sperm. Most of our donors haven’t submitted new samples yet, so I’m not sure I can help you… unless…”

His voice trailed off as his gaze drifted over her, his thoughts clearly heading in a less professional direction.

“Unless what?”Anita asked, already sensing where the conversation was headed.

“Unless you’d prefer I help your husband do the job… since his weapon isn’t exactly active. I could personally donate my sperm to you.”

Anita stared at him blankly for a moment, processing his words. She glanced at his face, then his build. The doctor wasn’t bad-looking at all. In fact, he was exactly her type. A slow smirk played across her lips. If he could give her what she needed, was there really any harm in accepting the offer? Written by authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.

“But I need to give my husband a doctor’s report confirming my pregnancy today,” Anita said after a moment of silence.

Doctor Ken smirked. “That’s not a problem at all. I’ll write you a convincing report—right after we’re done.”

“By done, do you mean… here?”Anita asked, glancing around the office in mild confusion.

He leaned back in his chair, a smug look on his face. “Don’t worry about that. My office is soundproof and securely locked. Now, why don’t you come over here and show me what you’ve got?”

Anita smiled shyly and stood up, placing her bag gently on the chair. She was already grateful she’d listened to her instincts that morning and worn a flowy, floral gown.

Slowly, she walked over to Doctor Ken and stood in front of him, slipping off her undergarments without a word. Then, she eased herself onto his lap, her fingers moving to undo the buttons of his shirt while his hands slid under her gown, gently stroking her thighs with growing intent.

Anita moaned softly as she leaned in and claimed his lips in a deep kiss.

Without a care in the world, the two of them gave in to their desires right there—Doctor Ken adding yet another patient to his list.

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An hour later, Anita arrived at her husband’s office, the pregnancy result clutched in her hand. Solomon had already informed his secretary about her visit, so the moment she mentioned she was his wife, she was let in without delay.

“Wow! Baby, your office is so spacious and beautiful,” Anita said shyly as she walked in.

“You’re here already?” Solomon asked, closing his laptop and raising a brow.

Truth be told, he was beginning to like this new wife his mother had chosen for him. Anita was beautiful, warm, and didn’t make him feel as tense or unsure as he always did around his first wife.

Anita walked over to him and gently settled into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck as she beamed. “Baby, we’re pregnant! The doctor said I’m just two weeks gone, so it’s still very delicate.”

“Really? Let me see.” Solomon took the result from her and scanned it carefully. The confirmation brought a soft smile to his face.

“So you’re really the fruitful wife—just like my mother said,” he teased, and Anita giggled, resting her head against his shoulder.

“And our baby will stay,” she whispered with quiet hope.

“Thank you, baby,” Solomon said, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. Anita responded warmly, and the couple shared a tender kiss that lingered for a few moments.

But then, Anita slowly pulled away, her expression shifting. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.

“What’s the matter?” Solomon asked, concerned.

“Baby, you seriously need to divorce your first wife,” she said quietly, her hands instinctively resting on her stomach. “I feel like her evil spirit is the reason babies never stay in that house. I’m scared for our baby.”

Her words made Solomon go silent.

He didn’t know how to respond. Although he believed Winnie had changed, a part of him still didn’t want to let her go. She was once his everything. There was a time he couldn’t even imagine living without her.

Seeing his hesitation, Anita continued, her voice soft but firm. “It’s not like I hate Winnie, but she’s becoming unstable—and it’s getting out of hand. Earlier today, she threatened Mama with a broken bottle, and if I hadn’t intervened, she would have stabbed her to death.”

Solomon’s eyes widened in shock. “Winnie did what? When did this happen?”

“This morning—right after you left for work. And ever since then, Mama’s been in shock. Winnie threatened me too, and I know she’s done the same to you in the past. She’s becoming toxic, Solomon. It’s not safe for me, for Mama, or for our baby.”

Anita finished with a soft sigh, subtly emphasizing Mama in every sentence—knowing full well that Solomon’s love and respect for his mother ran deep.

After a few moments of tense silence, Solomon finally asked, “Are you telling me the truth?”

Anita’s expression darkened as she frowned, pretending to be offended. “Are you saying your pregnant wife would lie about something like this? Fine, call Mama. Ask her yourself if Winnie threatened her or not.”

Seeing his hesitation, Anita pressed on. “It’s not that I don’t like Winnie, but she’s losing it, Solomon. She’s becoming completely unstable. Earlier today, she threatened Mama with a broken bottle. If I hadn’t stepped in, she would have stabbed her to death.”

Solomon picked up his phone and dialed his mother’s number. When she answered, he quickly asked if Winnie had threatened her this morning. Mama’s response was frantic, her voice trembling as she described how Winnie had nearly killed her. She was so dramatic on the phone that Anita couldn’t help but twitch her lips slightly, her expression hard to hide.

When Solomon ended the call, his anger was palpable. He had grown up watching his father beat his mother, and from a young age, he’d vowed never to allow anyone to intimidate or hurt her again—not when he was old enough and strong enough to protect her.

Without wasting another moment, he picked up his phone again and dialed his lawyer’s number. When the call was answered, he barked into the phone, “Mr. Ayo, prepare a divorce papers for me.”

Anita’s heart leaped with triumph. Everything is going exactly as I planned.

All Anita wanted at that moment was to go home and rest after the exhausting ordeal with the doctor, but she couldn’t. Not yet, at least. She still needed to appreciate this man—this “human beater” she reluctantly called a husband. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.

She gently rubbed Solomon’s chest, attempting to soothe his anger. “Baby, please calm down. Winnie isn’t worth your frustration. I’m here for you.”

Staring at his beautiful wife, Solomon’s anger melted away, and he pulled her into a passionate embrace, gently kissing and caressing her, his emotions settling as he focused on the moment.

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Winnie went to the supermarket to get a few things for herself. The doctor had advised her to eat more fruits, so she made her way to the fruit section. She reached for a bunch of grapes, her favorite, but just as she stretched out her hand, another pair of hands reached for the same bunch. Both their hands brushed against each other, and she paused. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.

She raised an eyebrow at the owner of the hands. It was a handsome guy whose face seemed a little familiar, though she wasn’t particularly interested in remembering who he was.

But the guy was smiling at her. “We meet again, stranger,” he said, still keeping his hand on the grapes.

“Do I know you?” she asked, frowning slightly, still uncomfortable with a stranger’s hand so close to hers.

Christian chuckled. “I haven’t forgotten about you since the last time at the gym. Yet you can’t even remember me?”

Winnie’s frown didn’t clear up right away, even as she realized who he was. “Get your hands off me. I touched the grapes first.” Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.

“That’s a lie,” Christian replied with a grin. “We both reached for them at the same time, but I’ll let you have them.” He finally removed his hand.

“Thanks,” Winnie muttered, turning to walk away. Christian followed behind her.

“So, I didn’t get your name last time. Can I ask what it is?” he asked. Written by Authoress Winnie. B. Onuh.

“Winnie,” she replied shortly, pausing as her eyes landed on some baby items on the shelves. The longing in her gaze was obvious.

Christian noticed but didn’t comment. Instead, he continued the conversation, “Nice name, Winnie. I didn’t see you at the gym again after that day.”

“My husband was against it,” Winnie answered dryly.

“Oh, really? You didn’t strike me as the type of woman who’d listen to her husband,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

Winnie heard him, but she didn’t feel the need to respond. She started walking away to pick up the other things she needed.

Christian watched her, his mind racing. He could tell there was something troubling her, but it wasn’t his place to get involved. Still, the look in her eyes lingered in his thoughts.

“Winnie, why don’t I take you out for lunch sometime?” He caught up with her again.

Winnie narrowed her eyes at him for a moment but then looked away without saying anything.

“It’s just a friendly lunch, no strings attached,” Christian added, sensing her hesitation.

Her lips twitched into a small smile. “There’s no such thing as a ‘friendly lunch’ between a married woman and a single guy.”

To be continued.