We’ve been married for 8 years. Church leaders. Choir members. Role models. But my home has been filled with cold silence and late-night calls my husband won’t explain.
So, I dragged him to a deliverance program.
During prayers, the pastor began speaking in tongues, then suddenly paused and looked straight at my husband.
“There’s a woman in this room,” he said, “whose husband has been sleeping with their maid, in the living room, on the floor where they pray every morning.”
My heart froze. My husband began to sweating. Before I could say anything, he started to. Click here immediately to access all the details in the complete article!
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