We had been married for eight years.
Blessed with two kids.
Living comfortably in a beautiful duplex at Lekki.
I thought I was lucky. I thought I had the perfect husband. Until one evening changed everything.
It started with little things. My husband, Tobi, insisted we hire a live-in housemaid because he said I was overworking myself. At first, I was hesitant, but he was so persuasive.
We hired Blessing. She was just 19 years old. Quiet. Respectful. Everything seemed fine — at first. But then, I noticed how he stared at her.
How she smiled at him shyly.
How he suddenly became “too concerned” about her welfare. He would buy her gifts, give her money for upkeep. I tried to. Get the full scoop! Tap here now and read the entire article.
