write with Tears, I woke up after my wedding night to see a knife buried in my husband’s
chest, our bed sheet soaked with blood. I couldn’t believe my eyes, i couldn’t believe it was all real. I held
my dead husband and looked around. “no this can’t be happening” i breathed, trying hard to control myself. But itwas all real, Damian was cold and still. He was dead for real. “nooo” i sobbed
quietly, wondering what to do, wondering the next step to take. There was any doubt, i was about
experiencing a very terrible twist in my life. Damian was definitely murdered by someone who was so desperate to destroy my happiness. I sat down on the floor while my mind flashed back to how i met my husband. After NYSC, early the previous year. I came to Abuja to live with my elder brother who was a doctor in one of the city hospitals. He had no problem getting me a good job in a very popular construction company inside the city.
Seriously i counted myself as a very lucky girl because i was the first to get a job among all my classmates and friends. I started work in Damian’s office as a secretary and that was when my life took a dramatic turn. Damian who was my boss, a white and an American citizen quickly took interest in me. He was so sweet and caring but equally a womanizer.Everyone warned me to be careful. My colleagues advised me to be professional when dealing with him and never give in to his demands, which i obeyed. But surprisingly he continued disturbing me, even after turning him down so many times. The more i turned him away, the more bolder he got. This continued until i finally gave in to him. We had a very sweet relationship that soon became the talk of the town. As our relationship progressed, i started getting threats from his old girlfriends both in Nigeria and abroad, but it never stopped me from giving up on him. Three months into the relationship, he proposed to me and met my people, drawing another shock from everyone, especially the white community. Our marriage was quickly fixed and i insisted for it to be done in Nigeria because of my family and friends which he accepted without hesitation. Damian’s mother, family members and friends arrived the country two days to our wedding. I had a very long talk with his mum and cousins who all tried to be nice to me even though the resentment on their faces were noticeable...click here to keep reading

http://tosynbrown..com.ng/2016/09/episode-1-my-wedding-night.htm
other episode here
http://tosynbrown..com.ng/2016/09/episode-2-my-wedding-night.html
http://tosynbrown..com.ng/2016/09/episode-3-my-wedding-night.html

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ehya so sad..

pls I need other episodes... nice job

pls I need other episodes... nice job

Nice story, looks like a crime story, am interested in this one. Tag me on ur nxt update pls Nice story, looks like a crime story, am interested in this one. Tag me on ur nxt update pls

will post next episode tomorow

Gracemoimoi:
ehya so sad..

pk dear i would..but to save u d the stress of wating i post new episodes on mondays,wednesdays and friday just visit the blog on the afomention days..thanks dear for the encouragement#

charytea:
Nice story, looks like a crime story, am interested in this one. Tag me on ur nxt update pls Nice story, looks like a crime story, am interested in this one. Tag me on ur nxt update pls

Lovely story, what a wedding night to remember, please o do noyt disappoint with updates