I observed a shift in my wife’s behaviour at home, as she began asserting her rights within our household. Instead of preparing breakfast as usual, she insisted on equal treatment and asked me to pick up snacks on my way to work. But when I cook, she doesn’t hesitate to eat. Atimes, she takes the bigger portion or even all while I go to the office hungry. Not once, not twice, not..
Did I complain? No.
Before, she never used to sneak out to make calls at the balcony or in the toilet, but suddenly, it became a regular occurrence, and now, she doesn’t even bother hiding it from me anymore. See finish.
Did I complain? Never!
She even went as far as suggesting we create a cooking schedule, completely against the idea of hiring a housemaid. And to add insult to injury, she implemented a timetable for our intimate encounters; once every two weeks, or sometimes, nothing for three months straight. And all this while we don’t even have a child?
Did I give a heck? H£ll no!
What did I do to deserve this treatment? She found out I was building a house without informing her, and despite my apologies and efforts to make amends, she remains stubborn in her accusations.
Did I continue to beg? H£ll No!
Now, I’ve stumbled upon evidence of her communication with another man. I conducted my own investigation and uncovered his residence and workplace. He’s a married man with two lovely daughters, aged 19 and 8.
What am I going to do? Relax and see.
I don’t need anyone else to fight my battles; I’m fully capable of being a formidable force on my own.
I found myself frequenting his wife’s shop, engaging her in playful banter and forming a bond that transcended the confines of customer and shopkeeper. Gradually, she became my confidante, her presence a welcome respite from the monotony of everyday life.
As our friendship blossomed, she began to seek solace in my company, yearning for the attention that her husband seemed unable to provide. While he was busy with my wife, I became her rock, offering her the support and comfort she craved.
In a moment of vulnerability, she offered me more than just her friendship—she offered me her body, a tempting proposition that marked the purpose of my revenge.
The same time, I met her daughter. She caught my eye, her innocence juxtaposed against the complexities of her mother’s desires.
Driven by impulse, I showered her with gifts, money and attention, buying her an iPhone and indulging her with promises of secrecy. She was happy that I took her to school, far away in Osun State. She tempted men to sleep with her, but, the plan was not to that edge. It’s something more wesser!
Then, I invited her to a hotel. The same hotel I invited the mum to, but separate rooms. They ate and were waiting for me. While they were waiting, I was in her husband/father’s office.
As I stood in the doorway of his office, I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins, my heart pounding with a mixture of rage and apprehension. The confrontation that lay before me was fraught with tensi0n, the outcome uncertain, yet I was determined to confront the man who had encroached upon my marriage.
I caught him talking to my wife on the phone.
“You said you like riding but your husband doesn’t want to. I love riding and touching all those touchable things dangling like a pendulum. You will thank me by the time I am through with you.”
Mind you, his phone was on speaker, so I heard everything crystal clear. They were indulging in fantasies about each other, leaving only the physical touch to complete their desires.
As soon as he realized I was there, he abruptly ended the call and feigned ignorance of my presence.
“Hello, gentleman, what can I do for you?”
he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Yes, but by the end of our conversation, you might be the one in need of help, sir,”
I retorted.
His expression shifted, a hint of unease flickering in his eyes.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Sir, with all due respect, stay away from my wife. Trust me, you won’t like what I’ll do if you don’t,”
I warned, my voice laced with determination.
His smirk faded, replaced by a look of disdain.
“Oh, it’s you? You’re just as she described—insensitive and f00lish. Get out of my office. Now!”
I couldn’t say for certain if he had already crossed the line with my wife, but the way things were going, it seemed inevitable. No one to be trusted.
“Listen to this voice note, sir,”
I insisted, undeterred.
“My wife went from sweet messages like
‘Hey baby, I love you so much. I want to spend the rest of my life with you,’
to cold statements like;
‘Hey, if you want to end this marriage, that’s fine. There are plenty of better men out there.’ And this change started when you began meddling in my marriage.”
He stood up and walked to his window. He adjusted his suit, slammed his table so loudly;
“Mr man, I never forced her to stop loving you. You can coerce a woman into marriage, but you can’t compel her to continue loving you. She’s my best friend, and we love each other. You’re not God. She deserves a say in the house. Are you finished?”
He y£lled at me. I looked at him, pleading for calmness. The confidence in his voice was remarkable. If only he knew what awaited him.
I calmly dialed a number and put it on speaker.
“Hello, baby, where are you right now?”
His wife’s voice filled the room. I smiled at him.
“Yes, baby, are you at the hotel now?”
I asked, watching his reaction. He stared at me, seemingly transfixed, recognizing the voice. He tried to dial the number, but it was busy.
“Baby, I’m totally free. I’m ready for anything with you. Any position you want, I’m all yours. Please come quickly. Guess what, I’m already dripping…”
his wife’s voice continued. A typical seductr£ss.
“Cool. What’s the name of your husband again?”
I inquired. She must have rolled her eyes and her countenance seem disgruntled and irritated. This she does anytime his name finds its way into our conversation. So, I calm down. I listened.
“You mean that useless b@stard? He’s a one-minute man. I wish I’d met you earlier in my life. Please, let’s not talk about him; he’ll ruin my mood,”
she responded.
“I’m sorry, baby. Can you send me a picture of you? Or maybe make a short video and send it to me,”
I requested.
“Right away, honey. I can’t wait to be with you. Please come soon,”
she replied, feigning distr£ss.
“Does he not satisfy you? I’ll teach you a lesson he never could. I’m not a one-minute man, Benjamin; I last two hours,”
I continued, emphasizing his name.
“You didn’t pronounce the name correctly. Benjamin Olaleye, aka Olele.”
We ended the call and she sent the short video. I didn’t show him. His initial confidence faltered as I played the incriminating phone call, the words of his wife echoing through the room like a damning verdict. The realization dawned upon him, a flicker of f£ar dancing in his eyes as he grasped the gravity of his indiscretions.
I wasn’t finished with him yet. This was just the beginning of my retaliation.
“Let’s give my young girlfriend a call. I’m sure you’d love to hear this,”
I said, a smirk playing on my lips.
I dialed his daughter’s number, his eyes widening in disbelief as I recited each digit. Yes, the number was all too familiar, but who cared?
“Hey sugar… Been waiting here for an hour. Where are you, babe?”
His daughter’s voice was like music to my ears, innocent and angelic.
“Calista Cali-berry, ọmọ Olaleye. My super angel that flies without wings. Sorry I was caught up with something. Will be there shortly,”
I replied, my tone dripping with faux affection.
“Oh baby, come joor… You know I have been looking forward to today. I promise you I am going to injure you. We are going to be there for a week,”
she responded eagerly.
“I am ready, baby. But, what about your Dad? What if he came to your school?”
I asked, a hint of concern in my voice.
“Which Daddy? He doesn’t know what’s going on in my life. Please let’s not talk about him. I wish I never had a father,”
she replied, her contempt for him thinly veiled. Already lost her completely.
“Okay love. Send me some racy pictures to set the mood,”
I said, the anticipation evident in my voice.
As I listened to her voice, dripping with anticipation and desire, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was crossing a line, venturing into territory that was fraught with danger and moral ambiguity. But the desire for revenge burned hot within me, driving me forward even as doubt gnawed at the edges of my conscience.
“I would rather make a short video. You are going to love it. Gimme some minutes.”
she said, the anticipation evident in her voice.
As I ended the call, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. This was just the beginning of my revenge, and I wasn’t about to go easy on him.
I showed him the short videos they both sent to me. As tall as he is, he knelt down begging.
“You should have considered the repercussions before embarking on this journey.
My wife and I are still young, and we haven’t had any children together. If we were to path ways now, we could easily move on and find new partners. Can you comprehend the investment you’ve made in your marriage? Twenty-five long years!
You have nothing substantial to offer her. All those foolish gestures, loans, and care were merely ploys to pull her pants down. I know your type.
Here’s the deal: Transfer a total of ₦13 million to this account within the next two hours, and your family will be returned to you. Afterward, I won’t have to remind you to stay away from my wife again.”
Did he pay the money? Of course.
Did his wife and daughter return home? Oh yes.
Did my wife know about my revenge? Of course yes. She left the house for a few months. And later she filed for d!vorce and I signed.
I don’t believe in having close friends of the opposite sex. It seems like a setup to either replace you or snatch you away from your partner..
Behind every bestie there is a hidden agenda.
— Amusan Tolulope Writes
