I📝: MARRIAGE ON FIRE
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CHAPTER FIVE (final)
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Goosebumps were hovering all over my body and mind, I became very skeptical about opening it. I began asking myself question like how does what is inside my business? I had been taught better and opening what does not belong to me is bad and very wrong, so now me opening that paper was simply preying on other people’s privacy.
I went ahead to keep it back but it wasn’t easy, so I decided to keep a glance at the paper. Probably, go through it and get a glimpse of what was inside all those pieces of papers.
At least I won’t die if I do, besides nobody was at home except me.
Inside, there was a contract between my father’s company and his father’s. I was shocked when I saw that Obinna knew about my family’s business. I kept calm and continued and I saw a letter from my father refusing to sign his prospal. The next one was a photo of my family and I and it was marked with a red pen on my parents head saying “Rip”. I was confused and kept looking and then found another one with a signed deal of someone who was sent to eliminate them.
The contract between the assissinator and the contractor said that he should get rid of the people in the photo and also he should make sure their secret never got out. And that was the end of the contract, this person was paid 4 million naira.
“I’m lost here, what’s all these?” I asked rhetorically as I felt tears gushing out of my eyes.
So Obinna’s family had a hand in my parents death, they still had the guts to claim the company because they were shareholders there. That was not all, they sent a message to my father asking to buy the company from him and when he refused they became angry and sent someone to do their dirty job.
Inside there was a compact disk, I took the disk and inserted it into the dvd player and there I knew everything that happened and why I was wedded to their son, Obinna.
And then I reasoned that since Obinna knew I was the child of his rival, he shouldn’t have gotten wedded to me. But now that I know the reason why they sent Obinna to come and find me and then create a relationship with me and he did successfully without stress.
But today it turned out to be because his parents sent him, according to the clip and the files presented by the lawyer, that if they wanted to be part of my father’s company, they should be able to get one person from my family to sign. And at that time, since I had lost my parents I was dating Obinna. When I brought the file for me to sign, I didn’t even waste time before signing up, not knowing I had sold the company to them and they were rightfully the owners of that company.
And all these years, I lived a life of hand to mouth. They had the guts to make me suffer from my early age. I began cursing his father and everyone involved. So, even Obinna, whom I thought was the only good human I had met in my life other than my grandmother, was the wrist before I would even talk about his mother.
His mother was the best description of a evil, how could a woman agree and convened with men to eliminate a follow woman like her, or didn’t she know that they had a infant to look after but no she didn’t think of that, she had already been blinded by the greed that birthed her. And who they managed to pretend and get away with everything was still a mystery to me.
But when I got my answer, there was a small phone which I guessed was used to communicate with his accomplices, I turned on the phone and found out that yes it really was. My so-called husband had been ruining my life for the past 6 years of us being married. Because I did not get help, I saw a text he sent to an unknown number to get my three best friends out of the way.
Inside there, I found out that my husband and the doctor forged the result they presented at the hospital and that the main reason why I was taken there was for a checkup before they began. Obinna wanted me injected with Risperidone Injection so that I would lose my senses and also got to know that Obinna was suffering from erectile dysfunction.
How could I be so naive and foolish at that time, I sat and watched as this family made my life miserable. I had been living with a murderer and I had monsters as in laws. It was at this point that I found out that Obinna was sterile and could not impregnate a woman. Also Obinna added pills to my food, anytime we had s3x and made sure I too would be in the same fate as he was.
Obinna became sterile after he was involved in a car accident when he was coming back from a trip, that accident almost cost him his life but as God would have it, he survived but he became impotent from as a result of the accident.
I began looking for a spare key seriously and at that point, I found my phone but it had been destroyed by Obinna and the sms cards weren’t inside either. Out of anger, I began hitting the door violently so that it would at least break open and I would this helldom, greed had really made wicked. So the reason why marriage was on fire was because I was married to the wrong person and for a wrong reason.
Because of the way I was banging the door, our neighbors instead of coming to my aid, they all went and began calling my husband on the phone. The wrongest thing to do at my hour of death. These people are very unserious, maybe they failed to understand that I was a lady in distress.
It was not until I began screaming “FIRE” before a concerned neighbor came and began bouncing on the door until it flew open. Then they rushed inside to put off the supposed fire and didn’t find anything, as I made way to run out of the house. Immediately I opened the gate, my husband caught up with me and grabbed me inside forcefully.
I tried to bite him and free myself but the mind of the slap he dashed made me comfort myself. I screamed for help but the people in the compound concluded it was a husband and wife kind of issue and some believed that I was running m@d as my husband had told them before.
The only person I thought would save me wasn’t at home when the incident occurred and immediately my husband took me inside, he began pouncing on me without even knowing if I was human or not. I was bleeding from my mouth and nose. He intensified his speedometer and immediately he found out that I was losing draining out of life, he stopped and then tied me to a plastic chair.
Without being he knew that I had found out the truth and then if not that the neighbors whom he told I was insane called him, I would have escaped and maybe by now he would have been in the police station. My husband brought down the file without saying a word to me, he brought a lighter from his pocket and set the entire file on fire.
He began laughing hysterically as he called the supposed doctor to bring the Risperidone Injection so that they could do as they planned and leave me to my fate. He told the man on the phone not to delay and made sure that the injections arrived today and he should make sure it was an overdose of the fluid.
While waiting for him he brought out his belt and began whipping me without caring to know where he was hitting. I jerked in pain and watched as holes were being bourtled out of my whole system. I cried out in pain and anguish, not only was I involved in a MARRIAGE ON FIRE but I’ve successfully married a psychopath.
He went inside and then came with a black pistol, pointed it directly at me and threatened to waste me if I made a mistake by causing a scene or making a noise again. Honestly I was scared but I had nothing to lose because I had lost all from the start of my life. The way I hat3 this man standing before me with a gun pointed at my head was indescribable.
Unfortunately enough, his Doctor friend arrived and he had the door opened for him. I watched weakly as he wore his gloves and began to prepare the injections which they were to use on me. I looked at them and watched as the doctor brought the needle close to me. And then he asked my husband to roll up my sleeves and turn off the fan.
He did that and then he faced me, immediately he was about to inject me, the door swarmed open and the police men rushed in with immediate effect and my husband Obinna was shocked and confused, but his confusion was cleared immediately he saw Stanley, our new neighbor who he didn’t know worked for safespace. SafeSpace was created by Ann Ben for people who had issues and were worn down by it for them to open up and stand up for themselves.
“Freeze! Your hands above your head. If you move I shoot you. ” The police instructed him, while pointing the gun directly at him.
As they made a move to get handcuff Obinna, he immediately shot one of the officers and then he also was about to shoot me on the head and mistakenly it landed on my shoulder, and before he would do worst, one of the officers shoot a bullet at him and it landed on his chest immediately at that spot Obinna died and the doctor was arrested and his license was sized.
As sudden as the news of what happened got out, Obinna’s mother scampered for life and from the police but she did not know that her picture and other stuff had been made viral and she’s under search by the police, she had been placed on notice boards and a lot of other things.
And lucky she was found in the airport the day her flight was might for departure, one person whom had heard about her and knew she was on search called the attention of the police and she was arrested immediately they came, even though she tried to run but that didn’t help as the police had come prepared for her.
She was arrested and when asked she called for her and then she also went ahead to further the case from where I ended it. I wasn’t bothered because I had evidence of everything her son thought he had burnt. Unknown to him, I had replaced the original docvments with pieces of papers, so with that my own lawyer had enough evidence to fight back for me.
The matter was been taken to Court and his mother was arrested for their crimes since was the only one who was still alive, I later was able to claim the companies of both my father’s and Obinna’s own to myself and then I joined forces with safespace to support and empower our fellow women and also to stand against domestic violence and women abuse.
I hope you learnt something from my story.
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THE END
