05/04/2026
βMy husband has been bringing me breakfast in bed every day for three years until I noticed the slight bitter taste. I bought a testing kit. The results? Let's just say, he's not the person I thought he was.
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βBy the time he returned, he saw me unclad and completely relaxed.
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β"This one wey you no wear clothes? Am I safe?" He teased me with light, quick kisses while he joined me in bed.
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βWhen he leaned in, I reciprocated by kissing him back with equal passion.
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βThen, we heard a knock on the door, and he went to see who was at the door.
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βHe sighed the moment he opened the door, "Cynthia, what do you want?"
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βI listened closely to their conversation.
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β"Sir, I'm done washing the plates," Cynthia told him.
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βHe struggled to answer her, his nervous demeanor revealing his discomfort.
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β"Okay, thank you..."
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βCynthia tried to flaunt her curvy shape in that tight blue gown she wore as she continued to speak.
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β"Is there any other thing you would want me to do?"
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β"No, you can go back to your room..." I interrupted them, quickly covering my body with the bedspread.
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βCynthia ran along the corridor to her room, while I reprimanded my husband.
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β"Why were you looking at her hips? You pervert...."
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β"Stop right there Ebele, I'm not your maid, I'm your husband..." He reacted calmly to the harsh criticism.
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β"If you're my husband, then act like you're my husband, not like an emotionally immature boyfriend," I yelled at him.
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β"I see you don't want me anymore...I need to step away for a moment" He said, leaving the bedroom.
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β"Come back here Chukwuma...." I uttered authoritatively.
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βImmediately, he left, I reached out to my phone and called my Mom.
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β"Mom, Chukwuma just left the bedroom because we had a little misunderstanding."
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β"Whatever happened in your marriage should be settled amicably. Don't involve a third party for some reason..." My Mom advised me.
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β"But Mom he was...." She interrupted, "I don't want to hear what happened just apologize to your husband for peace to reign in your home..."
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β"Alright, Mom, I will do as you've said..."
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β"Okay, bye." She ended the call.
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βI moved into the bathroom, had a quick shower, and then got dressed and moved out in search of my husband.
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βThe moment I stepped out of the gate, I saw him leaning on a car.
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β"My love, what are you doing here?" I asked, trying to hold his hand.
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βI watched him concernedly, looking away as soon as he felt my eyes on her.
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β"I'm annoyed that you called me a pervert."
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β"Eya, I'm sorry for saying that, you know how I feel whenever Cynthia is with you..." I explained, holding him tight.
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β"You should learn to control your emotions... From the look of things, she's not going anywhere anytime soon," Chukwuma advised.
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β"I promise to control my emotions," I told him, this time embracing him.
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βHe turned to look at my face, "And I promise to always serve you breakfast in bed no matter the weather...I love you" He said reassuringly.
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β"I love you more..." I said, shyly, holding him close to me.
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βUpon returning to the bedroom, I noticed several missed calls on my phone.
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β"Honey, look, Mr Ezenwa has been calling on the phone..." I said to him, scrolling through the phone.
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β"You have to call him back to know why he called..." My husband suggested, while he eased into the chair across the bedroom.
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βI dialed his mobile number and felt a flood of relief when he picked up his call.
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β"Ebele, I want to see your husband first thing tomorrow in my office," He echoed on the phone as if he was speaking from a large, empty hall.
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β"Uncle, is there any problem?" I inquired closely.
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βHe smirked and then answered, "No, there's no problem. I only want to discuss business with him."
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βHe hung up almost immediately.
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βI reached out to my husband, who was resting comfortably with a book, and passed the information to him.
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β"Mr Ezenwa wants to see you first thing tomorrow morning in his office..."
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β"Why does he want to see me?" He probed me for an answer, looking worried and anxious.
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β"I don't know why he wants to see you..." I said, moving toward the closet.
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βDo you think Mr Ezenwa has a hidden agenda?
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βFind out in the next episode
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βStory Title: My perfect husband
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βEpisode 4
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