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Yampotatocarrot:
No, trust me, I would have done worse than Praise. I'll stay with her till she heals physically, then take a well deserved one month separation... Whatever happens after that, happens. She brought it on herself, karma or no karma

Before people come for me, my lady won't even agree I chat with my ex, you should have seen her demeanor when I tried going into a legit business with one.

@SheWrite, really nice story. More impressive is the fact you didn't bring the twist at the initial stage until everyone felt comfortable, then *booooom*

*hugs*

Masking:
Interesting

I dont think its possible to request that someone is retained in d cell for as long as you want.
If that were possible, cells would be so congested.

Unless you'be filed a case, and d accused is awaiting arrainment, suspects are charged within 24 hrs or 48, cant remember

@shewrites you might wanna look into that.
You don't know how far ds book would go, consider the worth of your audience

I will... but I have heard of people held up in the police cells for weeks, in the name of investigations.

Is this not Nigeria again?
*shrugs*

Humbleness:
l am feeling for her, hope she gets a second chance.
Thanks for the update

*winks*

Ann2012:
Oya na

Hahaha... oya let's do this.

Asco9ty5:
The fool's wife still came to your house to talk nonsense and you couldn't channel all the anger and frustration of Praise not talking to you on her, you need a serious knock on your head to restore it back to Factory settings.
Thanks SheWrites........

*opens-teeth*

You're welcome

Ann2012:
Thanks for the update I pray God mends your marriage oooo

Shey we should do prayer and fasting on top her matter ba?
*winks*

mhizv:
In as much as she pissed me off,still feel sorry for her.
Hope she's wiser now and can handle confrontations like this in the future. Anyway you doing well

*hugs*

mhizv:
Well I feel sorry for her.

She's now beginning to see what she should have done and what she did wrong. Would prefer Kingsley rots in jail. Obsession or not he's still a rapist.

Hmmm...

Shedrack36:
well done.

Thank you.

BlizzydoDo:
Well done ma'am .

Thankssss

Toeyean1507:
Lol. Coro nor go near us by His grace ma

Amen ooooooo!

MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

Episode 26

Dear Diary,

30th April, 2019.

It's being a week plus since the... the heart wrenching incidence that took place in my abode.

Praise and I are like intimate strangers now.
He still eats my food and we still sleep on the same bed, but... we don't talk anymore. After 'good morning', 'welcome back', 'how was your day?', 'good night', that's all, Shikena. Nothing else. I miss gisting with my Praise.
Remembering a line from the lyrics of that Boyz II Men song, 'We don't even talk anymore...' That's my situation with Praise at the moment. I think the entire song, 'Water Runs Dry', speaks to my crisis.

Do I blame him? No. Do I blame me? Totally yes.
What's the way forward now? How do I get things back to norm between Praise and I? He doesn't even look at me. He avoids meeting my gaze. He is always like an arms length away, be it in the sitting room, dining, kitchen and even on the bed. Praise has created a wall between us. I know it's my fault, but it hurts more than hell.
Diary... I want my husband back. I want my Praise back...

I don't even know who to confide in. Praise and I have a rule of keeping our families out of our marriage. Long and short, I can't even talk to my mum or siblings about this. They will just blame me. I am already blaming me. I don't need the judgement of others right now.

This isn't entirely my fault now. I had no idea that Kingsley followed me into the house. And... and when I realized that he did, I thought the security guard will come and drive him away. I didn't know that the guard had gone out to get help. How was I supposed to know?

Fine! I should have driven him out myself. I should have dragged him to the door. I should have even left the house for him and wait at the gate for my husband's arrival. I could have done a million things differently.

But should I be blamed for my ex skewed mind? For his fried brains? Should I be blamed for his obsession? For his lustful desire to get into my coochie coochie at whatever cost?

O Kingsley Ike, wherever you are, I hate you! I hate you with every single cell in my body!
Oh diary...

Yesterday, the unimaginable presented itself right here in my compound.

At dawn, I woke up. I wasn't sure exactly what woke me, but I saw Praise seated on his side of the bed. Seconds later, I heard a voice. Someone was screaming and crying and calling out to my husband and I. It was a woman and I didn't recognize her voice.

Praise left the bedroom and I followed. My husband stood at the opened front door, while I went to the window in the sitting room. The woman's voice became louder. She said she was Kingsley Ike's wife and she was pregnant and she needed her husband back home. She said he has spent 2 weeks in the police cell and she was begging us to release him.

Praise slammed the door in anger and returned to the bedroom. I remained at the window, thinking of how many people had seen Nneoma, Kingsley's wife, at our gate. What would my neighbours think?!

Praise took his bath, changed and drove out. But Nneoma didn't leave. She kept begging for her husband's release.

The security guard came to the window and told me that the woman crying outside wanted to see me. I didn't think twice. I told him to let her in. I limped to the front door and leaned against the wall. My left ankle still hurts, but it's better now. The doctor said I will be able to walk with it without feeling any more pains soon.

The guard opened the gate, letting Nneoma in. She ran up to meet me and knelt down. She apologized for everything Kingsley did to me. And she assured me that their family were going to make sure that he stayed away from me henceforth. And even if they have to sign an agreement, they would all sign it together.

I actually felt sorry for her. I wondered how she must have felt when she was told that her husband had been arrested for raping a married woman, his ex for that matter.

I told Nneoma that the case was out of my hands. I cannot take a sole decision in the matter. I advised her to get a very good lawyer for her husband. He or she would be able to advice them accordingly.

Diary, in the next ten seconds, Nneoma transformed from the pleading distraught wife to a wild animal.

She jumped to her feet and started to insult me. She called me terrible names! She said she knew that Kingsley was planning to divorce her and run away with me. She said everything that happened between her husband and I was probably consensual. And if my husband didn't catch us that day, I wouldn't have claimed 'being raped'.

Men! I was just short of words and hurt. Really hurt because the woman didn't know what she was talking about. She had no single idea about what I went through that day.

Nneoma went as far as threatening Praise and I. She said she would post my pictures all over the internet and tell the whole world that I have been sleeping with her husband. She said I had till midnight to release her husband, or else, she would do her worst.

Oh diary... with tears in my eyes, I told her that I hope she gives birth to a girl and I pray that everything Kingsley did to me, may someone else also do it to her daughter.

My God! My words enraged her. Nneoma became a tigress. She screamed and ranted and threw curses here and there.

The guard swung into action and threw her out.
In that moment, I lost compassion for her. And I was ready to support my husband, regardless of whatever decision he takes concerning Kingsley. Even if my ex will rot in jail for the rest of his life, so be it.

That same day, long after Praise returned home from work, Kingsley's parents and his siblings and their spouses showed up at our gate. They begged and begged and begged, until Praise and I went outside to see them. They came with their lawyer, who suggested that we should settle out of court.

The lawyer said Kingsley will be filed a restraining order and made to sign an agreement. Regardless of where I am on planet earth, he mustn't be seen around my circumference.

Praise looked at me for the first time in so many days, and I could see the pain in his eyes. My husband was still hurting. Oh diary...

He glanced back at the lawyer and told him that aside the restraining order, Kingsley will also remain in the police cell for four more weeks. My husband met my gaze again and I nodded in support.

Kingsley's family and their lawyer protested.
My husband stood his ground. He said that was the only way Kingsley might get back his senses and hopefully realize his misconduct and mistakes.

The lawyer spoke to Kingsley's parents in low tones. After a while, they all agreed to my husband's terms.

When they left, Praise and I went back into the house.

Kingsley has been handed his own punishment. And I wonder what mine will be.

Oh diary... I have been praying to God to mend the cracks on the wall of my marriage. I want my husband to look at me again with love in his eyes. I want him to draw me close and assure me that everything is going to be all right. I want him to touch me and kiss me and lie in bed with me.

Oh diary... I will do anything and everything...

Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!

Toeyean1507:
�️ *Hugs back* uncle Coro nor go make me miss out on this kain huggu.

Hahahaha...
After all, na e-hug *winks*

Toeyean1507:
First of all, no one deserves to be raped irrespective of the situation.

That said, I will only blame Ego for keeping the whole thing as secret from her husband. I'm of the school of thought that the water wey ah go drink nor go pass me by. If she and Praise were meant to be even after sharing her past, I believe they'll. After all, Na everyone get 'past'.

It is important for everyone to go for defensive mechanism class bikonu to avoid cases of rape laidis. All she should have just done Is to squeeze the hell outta Kingsley balls. That will definitely leave him ball-less. I hate rapists!

Give me a *high-five*
*hugs*

PrudySara:
Praise has every right to be angry. Ego would have opened up to her husband when she noticed Kingsley's disturbance was getting out of hand. In the first place, why did she allow him enter her house. Why didn't she tell the security to chase him out. Ego is just gullible. Is she that small sef that any man can just do what they want?

Her coochie have really suffered, haaa!

Thanks for the update SheWrites!

*hugs*

Ann2012:
Sebi I talk am before....
Ego tell Praise about it before Kingsley dents your image, now e don happen your eyes son clear na
It's not easy but I pray Praise forgives her and they move on but Kingsley should suffer small inside cell....anofia

Thanks for the update ma'am

*winks*

Thanks everyone that commented... Praise will put your suggestions into consideration.

And of course, Ego learnt a very big lesson.

Next episode loading.

*hugs&kisses*

Humbleness:
Kingsley should sign a form of agreement to stay away failure to do that will warrant prison no second chance.
Ego should have told her husband from the beginning, she created her own problem, hope she has learnt her lessons.
Thanks for the update

*winks*

Moura7:
@SheWrites @kunki90 @kayo80 @Saturn101
@Awesome05 @kweensheba @FairCritic
@Oyinprince, cassidypat and other Literature Nairalanders, I'm inviting you all to read my stories.

Present o...

jummy604:
This one na real gbege o the emotional stress praise is going through now.
The nerve of that bastard,the thought of it disgusts me.
You like someone and the next thing is to force her to do your wish.



Shewrites, you too much abeg

*hugs*

#My two percent

If NWAKAEGO was rain...
Most women have a drop of her in their character, mannerism, way of life... selah


Can we really blame her 100%?
I know she has made mistakes time and time again.
But, no one is perfect. Me, mine and I is included.


If I was in her shoes, I would have told my husband sincceeeeee...
But when I thought about the situation again, will I be able to tell my husband everything, from A to Z?
Serious food for thought.


QUESTIONS
What should Praise really do concerning Kingsley?
Leave him in Jail? Sue him and make sure he spends a decade or so in Prison?
Forgive him and let him go back to his wife and family?
And with his lawyer present, make sure Kingsley signs a form of agreement to stay away from his wife?
Praise is completely lost ooooo....

divinelypruned:
No matter what your excuse may be, I will always blame you.
A married woman is been pursued by an ex, who has made an attempt to rape you before and you did not tell your husband, you even allowed him into your home.
Abeg this Ego woman carry loads of wahala, she does not think, always falling into one rape or the other and will still not learn.
I wonder how the husband will fill, knowing that his wife allowed her psycho ex into your home to rape her.

I like the way you described her... she seriously carries loads of wahala indeed *winks*

neloyah:
Praise should try to understand that she was overpowered by Kingsley... And let him leave him locked up, because with Kingsley out of prison, I really do not see an end to it. That guy is unrepentant...


Thanks for the update tho..

*winks*

MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

Episode 25

Dear Diary,

21st April, 2019.

My world ended three days ago...

Three disastrous, torturing days ago. How I wish I could turn back the hands of time. How I wish...
Three days ago, while I prepared to go to my business place, the security guard knocked on my front door. He said a man he has never seen before has been loitering around our gate since yesterday and when he confronted the man, the stranger said he wanted to see me.

I was indifferent at first. But when I asked the guard what the man's name was, his response felt like the beginning of a rainstorm. He said Mr. Kingsley Ike was at our gate and he wanted to see me.

Diaaarrrryyyyy!

How in the world did he find me? Did he follow me home? Why did this mofo come to my house, my matrimonial home for that matter? Why is Kingsley stalking me for Pete's sake? Ehn why? Why has this craze junkie decided to die before his time?

How I wished Praise was home. He left very early that morning. And I haven't told him about Kingsley yet. I know, I know, I should have told him by now. Actually, I intended to, but this past week, Praise leaves the house before I wake up and he returns home long after I had slept. He is opening another branch of Sweet Things bakery on the island and this has consumed his time and attention. But that is still no excuse. I should have found the time to tell him.

Sooooooo, I told the guard to send Kingsley away. I was prepared not to give him an audience at all. If he likes, let him keep camping at my gate. When Praise finds him there, nobody will be able to rescue him from my husband's wrath.

I ate my breakfast in peace, got dressed and climbed into my car. The security guard opened the gate and as I swerved out of my compound, Kingsley jumped in front of the vehicle!

Ah! Chi mo! I have really suffered. What if I didn't apply the brakes in time? This guy just want to die, and in my hands for that matter.

The dead-man walking waved his hands, pleading, that he needed to speak to me.
I was just mad. So was my security guard who came out and pushed him out of the way.
I spread my five fingers at Kingsley and drove away. From the side mirror, I saw him arguing with the guard.

Diary ooooo. Can you believe that when I returned from work that same day, Kingsley was still loitering around?! The security guard told me that he refused to leave.

I didn't even know what to say. I was tired and all I wanted that evening was to eat, shower and sleep. I was in no mood to argue with an ex, a troublesome one at that.

The guard opened the gate and the moment I drove in, Kingsley ran into my compound. He went on his knees, pleading that he needed to speak with me.

I ignored him, got down from the vehicle and went in.

Diary, this mofo followed me! He knelt at the door, begging and begging and begging. The security guard came in, frowned at him and left.
I expected the guard to throw him out. And I assumed that the guard probably thought I had agreed to listen to Kingsley. But no, I was just tired. Too tired to shout and start a fight.

I flung my bag on a nearby chair and asked Kingsley to leave. He refused. He said not until I agree to leave with him. As in how now?

One wicked headache took over my skull that minute. I staggered to a chair and covered my face with my palms. I started praying to God. I wanted my husband to come home fast. Because if he didn't, he might meet Kingsley's corpse at our door.

Kingsley came to where I was sitting. He knelt down in front of me and told me that he had already told his family that he wants to leave Nneoma. He said this time around, he has their full backing to marry me. All I needed to do was to divorce Praise.

He said he might not be as wealthy as my husband, but he was earning enough cash, alongside a few side profitable businesses and he would be able to give me the future I wanted.

Diary, who send Kingsley message? Who send am ooooo?

With the remaining strength I had left, I screamed at him and ordered him out of my house. I told him to leave and never, ever come back.

Diary, he started crying. Out of the blue. He started shedding some very pathetic tears. He said he won't leave, unless he was sure that I didn't love him anymore.

"I stopped loving you a lifetime ago Kingsley!" I shrieked, and this doubled the pain I felt. My head was bursting with a bad ache.

"I don't believe you!" he yelled back. "And I can prove it," he added.

Prove wetin? Bi ko nu, this... this small boy, this ewu?

Before I could say Jack Robinson, Kingsley pounced on me! He pinned me down to the leather three settee and I screamed! He stuffed his handkerchief into my mouth and he told me that by the time he was done with me, I would be screaming his name.

Oh God! Everything went to hell in the next few minutes.

His wretched hands were everywhere. In my blouse, grabbing my coconuts, on my thighs, squashing my buttocks. Ewo!

I fought him. Scratched him everywhere. On his face, arms stomach, leg, anywhere I could reach. I think I gave him permanent scars.

He didn't relent though. Pathetic right?

He was able to get hold of my hands and he pinned it above my head. Then I felt his wet lips on my cheeks, my neck, my ears... My inner ears that I haven't cleaned in a while, ewwwwww... I wanted to puke! He lifted my blouse, unhooked my bra and swallowed one of my coconuts!

Diaaaaarrryyyy!

I started to cry. Where was the security guard? Will my husband come home on time and save me from this mad man? So many thoughts ran past my agitated mind.

Kingsley sucked my coconuts, one after the other like someone who had been deprived of food for many days. He sucked and chewed and bit me! Oh God, he bit into my flesh! Is it meat?!

Then I felt his erect third leg. My heart beat accelerated. I knew I was in trouble. And I couldn't move my legs because I was crushed under his weight. He started grinding his rotten cucumber against me. As he sucked my coconuts, he grinded. The more he sucked, the faster he grinded.

I tried shouting again, but my voice was muffed because of the handkerchief. I started to pray again. Oh diary... I prayed and prayed for help.
Kingsley lifted up my skirt and dived his crooked fingers into my coochie coochie. I cried the more and began to fight him again. I struggled for freedom like my life depended on it. I knew what was coming next. And I would rather die than allow another man's cucumber, aside my husband's own, into my coochie coochie.

His fingers went deeper and deeper and I fought him tirelessly. The handkerchief came off and I screamed! I screamed and screamed and I didn't stop.

He let go of my hands and placed a hand over my mouth. With my freed hands, I threw blows, punches and I scratched him! I bit his hand and he let go of my mouth.

I screamed again and fought him. It all paid off. I got free from his grip and fell on the floor with a loud thud. When I tried to get up and run, I felt pain on my left ankle. I think I sprained it when I hit the floor. I didn't mind, the only thing on my mind was 'escape'.

I staggered towards the door and Kingsley came after me. We crashed on the floor. I tried to get up again, but, this time around, my ankle hurt like hell. I got on my knees, despite the pain and crawled to the door. Kingsley crawled after me and pulled my leg, the very one that hurt. I yelled in pain and fell on the floor. He came up behind me and pinned my head to the tiled floor and lifted my skirt.

The next thing I felt was his rotten iron rod cucumber slamming into my buttocks. It felt like a very sharp knife was being driven into me. I didn't have the strength to fight anymore and I started to cry...

"I have missed you so much Ego, aaaah! Finally you are mine... aaah! You're soooo sweet!" Kingsley said as he plunged deeper into me, causing me pain, physically, psychologically and emotionally.

He rammed into me like a cow on heat and I thought he would never stop.

"What the hell!"

I heard Praise's voice. Relief washed over me... But how I wished he arrived in time... before Kingsley gained access into my coochie coochie.

Then I heard a loud crash.

Then someone yelling. I recognized Kingsley's voice.

I raised my achy head slowly and saw Praise throwing my ex against the wall. I think Kingsley just got his spine broken and I didn't care. I wish worse things will happen to him.

The security guard came in with two police officers and they dragged my ex out of my home.
Praise lifted me up and carried me out of the house.

The next time I opened my eyes, I was on a hospital bed. My husband and the family doctor were standing at the doorway, talking in low tones. When they realized that I was awake, the doctor came to my bedside.

He told me that I had a lot of bruises on my coconuts, coochie coochie and in my buttocks. He said I also had a sprained ankle. The good news was that the bruises will heal in less than two weeks, but my ankle will take more time.

When the doctor left, Praise remained at the door and he refused to meet my gaze. He told me that Kingsley slept in the police cell, but by morning, his wife and family came begging. He earlier planned to sue him and make sure he rot in jail for what he did to me. But he pitied the guy's wife and aging parents. He was at a loss on what to do next.

When I looked into my husband's eyes, I could see his pain. This is my fault. I should have told Praise about my ex weeks ago.

This is all my fault...

It's being three days now. I came back home from the hospital yesterday. And Praise and I had a long talk this morning, but it didn't end well.
Praise wanted to know exactly what happened. And I told him the whole truth. From A to Z. From the day I met Kingsley at the hospital to the day he showed up at our gate.

I saw tears in my husband's eyes. He wasn't happy because of everything I kept from him. He blamed me for not telling him about my ex disturbance on time. He said I was responsible for getting raped by my ex. He said... he said a lot of things.

My husband is not happy with me right now and it is my fault.

The man can't even look at me. Does he despise me now?

Oh God... what have I done?

Diary... what am I going to do?

New update cooking

rosieflower2:
I really love your writing prowess, please keep it up.

Thank you *hugs*

PrudySara:
Bia Kingsley Ike, dem send you
How's it doing you? Are you on heat period?


It's high time, Ego let Praise in on what's happening before it becomes too late.


Thanks for the update SheWrites. You're doing a great job. Chop kiss�

*collects-the-kiss* thanks babes

Asco9ty5:
Someone should help me play that "Egungun be careful" for Kingsley........na Trailer go jam him very soon.

*hands-on-my-head*

hizeeksheun:
@SheWrites @kunki90 @kayo80 @Saturn101
@Awesome05 @kweensheba @FairCritic
@Oyinprince and other Literature Nairalanders, I'm inviting you all to read my stories. *Winks*

Present *raises-hand*

cyndy1000:
I don't know when she will tell Praise is she waiting for Mandela to come back from prison before she will do the needful. Such a useless guts Kingsley has. So toxic.

Hmmm...