He BEAT his wife every Monday Night to please mistress , She felt BETRAYED, she left & got a REVENGE

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Rising from Ashes

Chapter 1: The Shattering Blow

The glass vase crashed against Adunny’s head with a loud bang. Blood ran down her face as she fell to the floor of their beautiful home in Lagos, Nigeria. Her husband, Kunnel, stood over her, his fist still raised, ready to hit her again. “You stupid woman. Why didn’t you clean the house the way Solar likes it?” he shouted, his eyes red with anger.

Adunny touched her bleeding head, confusion swirling in her mind. Who was Solar? Why did her husband care what some other woman thought about their house? “Who is Solar?” she whispered, trying to stand up. He kicked her in the stomach, and she cried out, curling up on the cold floor.

“Don’t ask me stupid questions! Just do what I tell you!” he screamed.

This was not the first time Kunnel had beaten Adunny. Every Monday night for the past six months, he would come home angry and hurt her. She never knew why. She was a good wife. She cooked his favorite food, cleaned their house, and never talked back to him. But tonight was different. Tonight, he mentioned a woman’s name.

Adunny was 28 years old. She had been married to Kunnel for five years. They lived in a big house in Victoria Island, one of the affluent areas in Lagos. Kunnel owned three car shops in the city. Everyone thought they were the perfect couple. But they were not perfect. They had no children yet, and Kunnel’s mother always blamed Adunny for this. She would say mean things like, “What kind of wife cannot give her husband a son?”

As Adunny lay on the floor bleeding, she heard Kunnel’s phone ring. He answered it quickly. “Hello, my love,” he said in a sweet voice. This was not the angry voice he used with Adunny. This was gentle and loving. “Yes, Solar. I’m coming to see you now. She won’t bother us anymore. I made sure of that.”

Adunny’s heart broke into pieces. Her husband was talking to another woman, a woman named Solar, and he was going to see her now. While his wife was bleeding on the floor, Kunnel grabbed his car keys and walked toward the door. He looked back at Adunny one more time. “Clean up this mess before I come back. And remember, Monday nights belong to Solar. That’s why I have to make you understand who is boss in this house.” The door slammed shut.

Chapter 2: The Awakening

Adunny was alone. She crawled to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Her beautiful face was swollen. Her left eye was turning black. Blood was still coming from the cut on her head. For the first time in months, Adunny felt something new. It was not sadness. It was not fear. It was anger. Pure, hot anger.

She cleaned her wounds and sat on her bed. She took out her phone and did something she had never done before. She called her best friend, Kem. “Kem, I need your help,” she said when her friend answered.

“Adunny, you sound strange. What’s wrong?” Kem asked.

“Kunnel is cheating on me, and he beats me every Monday night because of this other woman. I need to find out who she is.”

There was silence on the phone. Then Kem spoke in a very serious voice. “Come to my house right now. We are going to find this Solar woman. And when we do…” The phone line went quiet. But Adunny knew her friend was thinking the same thing she was thinking. It was time for revenge.

Chapter 3: The Plan

Adunny drove through the empty streets of Lagos at midnight. Her hands shook on the steering wheel. The cut on her head still hurt, but the anger in her heart hurt more. When she reached Kem’s house in Lekki, her friend was waiting outside. Kem was a smart woman who worked at a big bank. She knew how to find information about people.

“Come inside,” Kem said, hugging Adunny carefully. She saw the bruises and cuts on her friend’s face. “We are going to make him pay for this.”

They sat at Kem’s kitchen table with a laptop computer. “Tell me everything you know about this Solar woman,” Kem said.

“I only heard him say her name on the phone. He said Monday nights belong to her. That’s why he beats me every Monday to please her somehow.”

Kem typed on her computer. “What about his phone? Do you know his password?”

“Yes, it’s our wedding date, but he always keeps his phone with him.”

“Don’t worry, we will find another way.” They spent two hours looking through Kunnel’s social media accounts. Nothing. Then Kem had an idea. “What about his business? Maybe she works at one of his car shops.”

They looked up the websites for Kunnel’s three car shops. On the third website, they found something shocking.

“Look at this,” Kem pointed at the screen. There was a photo of Kunnel at a business party. Next to him stood a beautiful woman in a red dress. The caption said, “Mr. Kunnel Adabo with Miss Solar Oak, our best sales manager.”

Adunny stared at the photo. The woman was younger than her, maybe 25 years old. She had long hair and perfect makeup. She was smiling at Kunnel like he was the most important man in the world. “She works for him,” Adunny whispered. “She works at his car shop.”

Kem clicked on more photos. They found five more pictures of Kunnel and Solar together at different events. In every photo, they stood very close to each other. “Look at this one,” Kem said. “This was taken three weeks ago at a restaurant.” In the photo, Kunnel was holding Solar’s hand across a dinner table. They were looking into each other’s eyes like lovers.

Adunny felt sick to her stomach. While she was home cooking his dinner, her husband was out having romantic dinners with his employee. “There’s more,” Kem said. She had found Solar’s personal social media page. They scrolled through Solar’s photos. Most of them showed her wearing expensive clothes and jewelry. In her latest post from yesterday, she was wearing a gold necklace that looked very familiar to Adunny.

“Wait,” Adunny said. “That necklace. Kunnel gave me one just like it for our anniversary last year, but I haven’t seen it in months.”

“He probably took it from your jewelry box and gave it to her,” Kem said angrily.

They kept looking. Then they found something that made Adunny’s blood turn to ice. It was a photo of Solar in a bedroom. She was wearing only a bathrobe. In the background, they could see a window with blue curtains. Adunny knew those curtains. She had bought them herself. “That’s my bedroom,” she whispered. “That’s my house. She has been in my house, in my bed.”

Kem put her arm around her friend. “We have enough information now. But what do you want to do about it?”

Adunny was quiet for a long time. Then she spoke in a voice that was cold and determined. “I want to destroy them both. But I need to be smart about it. If I just confront them, Kunnel will find a way to make me look like the crazy wife. I need proof.”

“What kind of proof?” Kem asked.

Adunny smiled for the first time that night, but it was not a happy smile. It was the smile of a woman planning revenge. “I know Kunnel’s schedule. Every Monday at 8:00 p.m., he goes to see her. Next Monday, we are going to follow him and we are going to record everything.”

Thunder crashed outside Kem’s house. It was starting to rain. “What if we get caught?” Kem asked.

“Then we run. But I promise you this: by next Tuesday morning, everyone in Lagos is going to know what kind of man Kunnel Adabo really is.”

The two friends shook hands like they were making a business deal. But this was not business. This was war.

Chapter 4: The Chase

Monday came too slowly for Adunny. She spent the whole week pretending everything was normal. She cooked Kunnel’s food, cleaned their house, and smiled when he talked to her, but inside she was planning.

Kunnel acted strange all week. He was nicer to her than usual. He even brought her flowers on Wednesday. Adunny knew why. He felt guilty about hitting her so hard last Monday. “My beautiful wife,” he said, kissing her cheek. “I’m sorry I was angry last week. You know, work makes me stressed.”

Adunny wanted to throw the flowers in his face. Instead, she smiled sweetly. “It’s okay, my husband. I understand.” But she didn’t understand, and she would never forgive.

Monday evening came at 7:00 p.m. Kunnel showered and put on his best clothes. He used expensive cologne and checked himself in the mirror three times. “I have a business meeting tonight,” he lied. “Don’t wait up for me.”

“Okay, honey. I’ll keep your dinner warm.”

As soon as his car left their compound, Adunny called Kem. “He just left. Meet me at the corner of Oola Odiku Street. Bring your camera.”

Adunny changed into dark clothes and grabbed her car keys. Her heart was beating fast, but she was not scared. She was excited. They followed Kunnel’s car through Lagos traffic. He drove to a fancy hotel in Ikoyi called Golden Tulip. Adunny and Kem parked across the street and waited.

At 8:15 p.m., a red car pulled up to the hotel. Solar got out. She was wearing a tight black dress and high heels. She looked around to make sure no one was watching, then walked into the hotel.

“There she is,” Kem whispered. “Your husband’s girlfriend.”

They waited 10 more minutes. Then they saw Kunnel walk into the hotel lobby. He went straight to the elevator. “Room 405,” Kem said, looking through small binoculars. “I saw him press the button.”

They got out of their car and walked into the hotel. Adunny’s plan was simple. They would go to the fourth floor and try to get evidence of Kunnel and Solar together. The hotel was busy, so nobody paid attention to two women walking to the elevator. They went up to the fourth floor and found room 405.

Adunny put her ear to the door. She could hear voices inside. One was definitely Kunnel’s voice. The other was a woman laughing. “What now?” Kem whispered.

“We wait. They have to come out sometime.”

They hid behind a corner and watched the door. After one hour, nothing happened. After two hours, Adunny was getting frustrated. Then Kem had an idea. “What if we call room service?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll call the hotel and pretend to be room service. I’ll say I’m bringing champagne to room 405. When someone opens the door, you take photos.”

It was a risky plan, but Adunny agreed. Kem called the hotel from her phone. “Hello, this is room service. We have champagne for room 405, but I’m lost. Can you tell me exactly where the room is?”

The hotel worker gave Kem directions. More importantly, he confirmed that room 405 was occupied by Mr. and Mrs. Adabo. Adunny felt like someone had punched her in the stomach. Kunnel had registered at the hotel using his real name, but with Solar as his wife.

“Did you hear that?” Kem asked. “He’s pretending she’s his wife.”

They waited another 30 minutes. Then they heard the door opening. Adunny quickly turned on her phone camera and held it ready. Kunnel stepped out first. His shirt was wrinkled, and his hair was messy. Then Solar came out behind him. Her dress was now unzipped at the back. Kunnel put his arm around Solar’s waist and kissed her neck.

“Same time next Monday, my love?” he asked.

“Of course, but next time bring me that diamond bracelet you promised. The one you said you would take from your wife.”

Adunny almost dropped her phone. They were not just having an affair. Solar was asking Kunnel to steal from his own wife. She recorded everything—five minutes of clear video showing her husband kissing another woman and planning to steal from his wife.

When Kunnel and Solar got into the elevator, Adunny and Kem ran to the stairs. They needed to get to their car before Kunnel saw them. They made it to the parking lot just as Kunnel’s car was leaving. Solar’s red car followed behind it.

“We did it,” Kem said. “We have proof.”

But Adunny was not smiling. “This is just the beginning. Now I need to decide how to use this video.”

“You could show it to his family or post it online or take it to a lawyer for your divorce.”

Adunny shook her head. “All of those things are too small. I want everyone to see what kind of man he really is. His customers, his family, his friends, everyone.”

As they drove home, thunder started again, but this time Adunny was not scared of the storm. She was the storm.

Chapter 5: The Fallout

The next morning, Kunnel woke up happy. He whistled while he showered and smiled at breakfast. He had no idea that his wife knew everything about his secret. “Good morning, beautiful,” he said, kissing Adunny’s forehead. “You look lovely today.”

Adunny smiled back, but inside she felt sick. “How could he touch her with the same hands that touched another woman?”

“Thank you, honey. How was your business meeting last night?”

“Boring. Just old men talking about money.” The lie came so easily to him.

After Kunnel left for work, Adunny called her lawyer. His name was Mr. Balagan, and he had helped her family before. “I need to see you today,” she told him. “It’s about my marriage.”

Two hours later, Adunny sat in Mr. Balagan’s office. He was an old man with gray hair and kind eyes. She showed him the video from the hotel. “This is very clear evidence of adultery,” he said after watching it. “You have good grounds for divorce, but are you sure you want to end your marriage?”

“Yes, but I want more than just a divorce. I want to make sure he pays for what he’s done to me.”

Mr. Balagan leaned back in his chair. “What exactly do you want?”

“Kunnel has been using our joint bank accounts to pay for his affair. Hotel rooms, expensive gifts for her, dinners. I want to prove he stole our money to spend on another woman.”

“That could be considered theft of marital assets. If you can prove it, the court might order him to pay you back double. Good. What else can I do?”

“Well, if his business partners knew about this affair, they might not want to work with him anymore. Many Nigerian businessmen don’t trust a man who cheats on his wife.”

Adunny’s eyes lit up. This was exactly what she wanted to hear. “How do I make sure his business partners find out?”

“You could send them copies of the video, but that might be seen as harassment. Better to let the information come out naturally.”

They talked for another hour. Mr. Balagan explained that divorce in Nigeria could take a long time, especially when money was involved. But with the video evidence, Adunny had a strong case.

When she left the lawyer’s office, Adunny felt more confident. She had a plan now. But first, she needed to gather more evidence. She drove to Kunnel’s main car shop in Victoria Island. She knew all the workers there because she used to bring them lunch sometimes when she visited her husband.

“Mrs. Adabo,” called Samuel the mechanic. “How are you? We haven’t seen you in a long time.”

“I’m fine, Samuel. Is my husband here?”

“No, ma. He’s at the Acia branch today, but Miss Solar is here.”

Adunny’s heart jumped. Solar was here at the shop. “Oh, I don’t think I know Miss Solar.”

Samuel looked confused. “She’s the manager, ma. Very close to your husband.”

“I thought you knew her.”

“Can you show me where her office is? I’d like to introduce myself.”

Samuel led Adunny to a small office at the back of the shop. Through the glass window, she could see Solar sitting at a desk talking on the phone. She was even more beautiful in person. Her hair was perfect, her makeup was perfect, and she was wearing an expensive suit. On her desk were photos of her and Kunnel at different events.

Adunny felt her anger rising again. This woman had destroyed her marriage, and she didn’t even know Adunny existed. “Samuel,” Adunny said quietly, “how long has Miss Solar worked here?”

“About eight months, ma. She’s very good at selling cars. Your husband says she’s the best worker we’ve ever had.”

“Eight months.” That meant the affair started just two months after Solar got the job. “Does she and my husband work closely together?”

Samuel looked uncomfortable. “Ma, I don’t want to gossip.”

“Please, Samuel, I’m his wife. I have a right to know.”

The old mechanic sighed. “They work very closely together. Ma, every evening they stay late to do paperwork, and Mr. Kunnel takes her to meet clients for big sales. Sometimes they travel together to other cities.”

Each word was like a knife in Adunny’s heart. While she was at home cooking dinner for her husband, he was traveling around Nigeria with his mistress.

“Thank you, Samuel. Please don’t tell my husband I was here asking questions.”

“Of course not, ma.”

As Adunny walked back to her car, she made a decision. It was time to meet Solar face to face.

Chapter 6: The Confrontation

She waited in the parking lot for two hours. Finally, at 6:00 p.m., Solar came out of the building. She walked toward her red car, the same one from the hotel.

“Excuse me,” Adunny called out.

Solar turned around. Up close, she was even younger than Adunny had thought. Maybe 23 or 24 years old. “Yes, I’m Adunny Ado. Kunnel’s wife.”

The color drained from Solar’s face. For a moment, neither woman spoke. Then Solar surprised Adunny by smiling. “So, you’re the wife. I was wondering when I would meet you.”

Adunny was shocked. Solar was not ashamed or sorry. She was confident, almost proud. “I know about the affair,” Adunny said quietly.

“Good. Then you know your husband is no longer happy with you. He loves me now.”

The words hit Adunny like a slap. “You’re destroying my marriage.”

“I’m not destroying anything. Your marriage was already broken. Kunnel told me you can’t even give him children. What kind of wife are you now?”

Adunny was truly angry. “What kind of woman seduces a married man?”

“The kind who gives him what he needs? Love, passion, excitement—things you obviously can’t give him.”

Solar got into her car and rolled down the window. “Oh, and Adunny. Thank you for the diamond necklace. It looks much better on me than it ever did on you.”

She drove away, leaving Adunny standing alone in the parking lot. But Adunny was smiling because now she had heard Solar admit to receiving stolen jewelry, and she had recorded every word on her phone. The war was about to begin.

Chapter 7: The Aftermath

That night, Kunnel came home earlier than usual. He was carrying flowers and a box of chocolates. “My beautiful wife,” he said, giving Adunny the gifts. “I missed you today.”

Adunny wanted to laugh or cry or scream. Instead, she smiled and accepted the flowers. “These are lovely, honey. What’s the occasion?”

“No occasion. I just wanted to show my wife how much I love her.”

While he showered, Adunny looked at the receipt in the flower wrapping. The flowers cost 15,000 naira. That was a lot of money for a simple bouquet. She wondered if he had bought flowers for Solar, too.

At dinner, Kunnel was unusually talkative. “How was your day, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Quiet. I went shopping and visited Kem. Nothing special.”

“That’s nice. You should go out more often. Have fun with your friends.”

Adunny almost choked on her food. Her husband was encouraging her to leave the house so he could bring his mistress over more easily. “What about you?” she asked. “How was work?”

“Busy. Very busy. The Acia shop is doing well, but I need to spend more time there.”

Another lie. Adunny knew he would probably be with Solar tomorrow night. “Of course, honey, I understand.”

After dinner, they watched television together on the sofa. Kunnel put his arm around Adunny and pulled her close. “I love you so much,” he whispered in her ear. Those words used to make Adunny happy. Now they made her feel sick.

The next morning, after Kunnel left for work, Adunny drove to the bank. She needed to check their joint accounts to see how much money he had been spending on his affair.

“Mrs. Adabo, how lovely to see you,” greeted Mrs. Oandu, their account manager. “How can I help you today?”

“I need to see all the transactions on our joint accounts for the past six months.”

Mrs. Oandu printed out the statements. Adunny’s heart sank as she read through them. Hotel bills, expensive restaurant bills, jewelry store receipts, clothing boutique purchases. In six months, Kunnel had spent over 2 million naira on things that were definitely not for his wife.

“Mrs. Adabo,” Adunny said, “I didn’t approve these purchases. My husband spent this money without telling me.”

The bank manager looked concerned. “That’s unusual. Would you like to speak to our legal department about protecting your assets?”

“Yes, please.”

Chapter 8: The Gathering Storm

An hour later, Adunny had learned something important. She could freeze their joint accounts if she could prove Kunnel was stealing money for illegal purposes. An extramarital affair, according to Nigerian law, counted as a legal use of marital funds. She asked the bank to prepare all the documentation she would need for court.

Then she drove to Kem’s office. “I need your help again,” she told her friend.

“What do you need?”

“Tonight, Kunnel is probably going to see Solar again. I want to follow them and get more video evidence, but this time I want to do something bigger.”

“What do you mean?”

Adunny pulled out her phone and showed Kem a list of names and phone numbers. “These are Kunnel’s business partners, the men who give him contracts for their company’s cars, the politicians who buy cars from him, his suppliers, his family members.”

“What about them?”

“Tomorrow morning, I’m going to send each of them a copy of the video along with a message explaining that Kunnel Adabo is a cheating husband who steals money from his wife to spend on his mistress.”

Kem’s eyes widened. “Adunny, that will destroy his business completely.”

“Good. That’s exactly what I want. But what if he tries to hurt you when he finds out?”

Adunny had thought about this. “I’m moving out tonight. I’m going to stay with my sister in Abuja for a few weeks. By the time I come back, everyone in Lagos will know the truth about Kunnel Adabo.”

They spent the afternoon preparing. Kem helped Adunny write the message that would go with the video. “This is Kunnel Adabo, owner of K Motors, with his employee Solar Okaphor. They are having an affair while he is married to me. He beats me every Monday night after visiting her. He steals my jewelry to give to her. He uses our joint bank accounts to pay for hotels and gifts for her. I thought you should know what kind of man you are doing business with.”

The message was simple and direct. Along with the clear video evidence, it would be impossible for Kunnel to deny.

That evening, they followed Kunnel again. This time, he met Solar at a different hotel. They got more video of them together, including footage of Kunnel giving Solar an expensive handbag. “That’s enough evidence,” Adunny said. “Tomorrow morning, his world is going to collapse.”

But as they drove home, Adunny’s phone rang. It was an unknown number.

“This isn’t over. I know where you live, and I know how to destroy you. Watch your back. – Solar.”

Even in defeat, Solar was still making threats. But Adunny was no longer the scared, beaten woman she had been six months ago. She had learned to fight back. And if Solar wanted another war, Adunny was ready.

Chapter 9: The Reckoning

Two weeks later, Adunny was sitting in her sister’s house in Abuja, watching the news on television. The reporter was talking about a story that made her smile. “A Lagos businessman is facing serious trouble after a video of him cheating on his wife went viral on social media. Kunnel Adabo, owner of K Motors, has lost several major contracts and is being investigated for stealing money from his wife to fund his affair.”

Tola, Adunny’s sister, shook her head. “I can’t believe Kunnel did all those terrible things to you. I never liked him, but I thought he was at least faithful.”

“He fooled everyone,” Adunny said, even me for five years.

Her phone had been ringing all week. Reporters wanted to interview her. Lawyers wanted to represent her. Women’s rights groups wanted to support her. But the most important call came on Thursday morning. It was Mr. Balagan, her lawyer.

“Adunny, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want first?”

“The good news.”

“Kunnel’s business is completely destroyed. He’s lost over 80% of his customers. He’s also facing a lawsuit from Chief Williams for breach of contract. The man is basically bankrupt.”

“And the bad news?”

“He’s hired a very expensive lawyer. He’s claiming that you stole money from the business to pay for your revenge campaign. He’s also saying you damaged his reputation illegally.”

Adunny laughed. “He’s trying to make me look like the bad person.”

“Yes, his lawyer is smart. They’re going to argue that while the affair was wrong, your response was too extreme and caused more damage than necessary.”

“What does that mean for our divorce case?”

“It means we need to be ready for a fight. Kunnel is not going to give up easily. He wants to keep as much of the marital property as possible.”

After the call, Adunny felt worried for the first time since starting her revenge. She had destroyed Kunnel’s reputation and business. But now he was fighting back.

Chapter 10: The Final Showdown

That afternoon, she got a call from Kem in Lagos. “Adunny, you need to know what’s happening here. Kunnel and Solar are telling people that you’re crazy and obsessed. They’re saying you made up the stories about him beating you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Solar is going around saying that you were jealous because you couldn’t have children, so you decided to destroy Kunnel’s life. She’s showing people medical reports that say there’s nothing wrong with Kunnel’s ability to father children.”

Adunny felt sick. “She’s trying to make it look like our childlessness is my fault.”

“Yes, and it’s working. Some people are starting to feel sorry for Kunnel. They’re saying that while the affair was wrong, you went too far with your revenge.”

“What about the video evidence? Everyone saw him admitting to beating me and stealing my jewelry.”

“Kunnel is claiming that he was just angry and said things he didn’t mean. He’s telling people that he never actually hit you and that you gave him permission to give your jewelry to Solar.”

Adunny couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Kunnel was rewriting history to make himself look like the victim. “Kem, I need you to do something for me. Remember the medical records from when I went to the hospital after he beat me? Can you get copies of those?”

“I’ll try. But Adunny, there’s something else. Solar is pregnant.”

The words hit Adunny like a truck. “What?”

“She announced it yesterday. She’s telling everyone that Kunnel is the father and that now they can finally be a real family together.”

Adunny dropped the phone. After five years of trying to have a baby with Kunnel, his mistress was pregnant within eight months of their affair starting. She picked up the phone again. “How far along is she?”

“She says two months. But Adunny, some people are saying she might be lying. The timing is very convenient for their defense.”

“What do you mean?”

“If she’s really pregnant with Kunnel’s baby, it makes their relationship look more serious, less like a cheap affair, and more like true love. It could help them in court.”

Adunny felt her world spinning again. Just when she thought she was winning, Kunnel and Solar had found a new way to fight back. “Kem, I need to come back to Lagos. I can’t let them control the story like this.”

“Are you sure that’s safe? Kunnel is very angry. And Solar made more threats about what would happen if you didn’t stop.”

“I’m not afraid of them anymore. Besides, I have one more card to play.”

“What do you mean?”

Adunny had been saving this information for the right moment. Now seemed like the perfect time. “I’ve been doing research on Solar. She’s not just Kunnel’s first affair. She has a history of sleeping with married men for money. I found three other wives who say she destroyed their marriages, too.”

“Are you serious?”

“Very serious. And I have their phone numbers. Tomorrow, I’m flying back to Lagos. It’s time to show everyone who Solar really is.”

But as Adunny packed her bags, she got a text message that made her blood run cold. “Come back to Lagos if you want. But remember, pregnant women need extra protection. It would be terrible if something happened to my baby because of your stress. Think about it. – Solar.”

Solar was using her pregnancy as a weapon and threatening that any stress Adunny caused might hurt the unborn baby. If something happened to the pregnancy, people would blame Adunny. For the first time since starting her revenge, Adunny realized she might be in over her head.

Chapter 11: The Return

Adunny flew back to Lagos the next day, but she didn’t go home. Instead, she checked into a small hotel in Ikoyi. She needed to be careful now that Solar was making threats about her pregnancy. Her first stop was the hospital where she had gone after Kunnel’s worst beating.

Dr. Amadi, the emergency room doctor, remembered her case clearly. “Mrs. Adabo, I was wondering what happened to you. Your injuries that night were very serious.”

“Dr. Amadi, I need copies of all my medical records from that visit, and I need you to write a report about what you observed.”

The doctor looked through her file. “You had a concussion, three broken ribs, and severe bruising on your face and arms. The pattern of injuries was consistent with domestic violence. I remember asking if you wanted to report it to the police.”

“And what did I say?”

“You begged me not to call the police. You said your husband would kill you if you found out you told anyone.”

Dr. Amadi wrote a detailed medical report describing Adunny’s injuries and his professional opinion that they were caused by domestic violence. This would be crucial evidence in court.

Next, Adunny met with the three women she had found who also had affairs with Solar. They agreed to meet at Kem’s house. The first woman was Mrs. Folake Oandipe. Her husband had owned a construction company before Solar destroyed their marriage.

“Solar worked as a secretary at my husband’s office,” Folake explained. “Within two months, she was sleeping with him. Within six months, she had convinced him to put her name on his business accounts.”

“What happened to your marriage?” Adunny asked.

“She got pregnant with his baby. My husband left me to marry her. But guess what? After the wedding, she had a miscarriage. Then she took half his money and disappeared to find another married man.”

The second woman was Mrs. Chio Manosu. Her story was even worse. “Solar destroyed my marriage and then stole my husband’s entire pension fund. She told him she needed money for a business, but she just took it and vanished. My husband died of a heart attack when he realized what she had done.”

The third woman was Mrs. Grace Okafor, and she had shocking news. “Solar is my cousin,” Grace said. “I’ve been watching her destroy marriages for years.”

“The pregnancy with your husband? It’s not her first fake pregnancy,” Grace continued. “I found out she has done it three times before. She uses fake pregnancy tests and fake ultrasound pictures to trap men. Then she either fakes a miscarriage or disappears before the baby is supposed to be born.”

“How do you know this?” Adunny asked.

“Because I’m a nurse and I’ve seen her fake medical documents before. Also, Solar had her tubes tied two years ago. She can’t get pregnant at all.”

This was the breakthrough Adunny needed. If Solar was faking the pregnancy, it would destroy her credibility completely. “Grace, would you be willing to testify about this in court?”

“Absolutely. Solar has caused enough pain. It’s time someone stopped her.”

The four women spent the evening planning their strategy. They would gather all the evidence of Solar’s pattern of destroying marriages, including proof that her current pregnancy was fake.

Chapter 12: The Accident

But the next morning, Adunny woke up to terrible news. Kem called her crying. “Adunny, something has happened. Kunnel was in a car accident last night.”

“Is he okay?”

“He’s in the hospital. He’s alive, but he’s hurt badly. And Solar is telling everyone that the stress of your harassment campaign caused him to crash.”

Adunny felt sick. Even though Kunnel had hurt her terribly, she didn’t want him to die. “Which hospital is he at?”

“Lagos University Teaching Hospital. But Adunny, you shouldn’t go there. Solar is there with his family and they’re all blaming you for what happened.”

But Adunny couldn’t stay away. Despite everything Kunnel had done, they had been married for five years. She still cared about his well-being. She drove to the hospital and found Kunnel’s family in the waiting room.

His mother, Mrs. Adabo, saw her and started shouting, “You! This is your fault. You destroyed my son’s life. And now look what has happened.”

Kunnel’s brother Tund tried to calm his mother down. “Mama, please. This is not the time for fighting.”

“No, the old woman continued. She posted that video and destroyed his business. She caused him so much stress that he crashed his car.”

“Adunny felt embarrassed and angry. ‘Mrs. Adabo,’ she said quietly. ‘I never wanted Kunnel to get hurt. I just wanted people to know the truth about what he did to me.’”

“Truth?” Solar appeared from behind them. Even in the hospital, she was perfectly dressed and made up. “The truth is that you’re a bitter woman who can’t accept that your husband found love with someone else.”

Solar put her hand on her belly. “This baby is the future. Kunnel and I are building a new life together.”

Adunny was stunned. “You’re lying.”

“Am I?” Solar shot back. “You think you can destroy me? I’ve been doing this for years. I’ll come out on top.”

Just then, a doctor came out to speak to the family. “Mr. Adabo is stable, but he has a serious head injury. He’s going to need surgery and there’s no guarantee he’ll make a full recovery.”

The family started crying. Even Adunny felt tears in her eyes. No matter what Kunnel had done, she didn’t want to see him suffer like this.

But as the family comforted each other, Solar pulled Adunny aside. “If you try to spread lies about my pregnancy, I will make sure everyone blames you for Kunnel’s accident. I will tell them that your harassment drove him to crash his car on purpose.”

“Are you threatening me again?”

“I’m promising you. Stay out of our lives or I will destroy you the same way you tried to destroy us.”

Adunny looked at this woman who had caused so much pain. Solar was beautiful, confident, and completely without conscience. But Adunny was no longer afraid. “Solar,” she said quietly. “You made one big mistake.”

“What mistake?”

“You messed with the wrong wife.”

Chapter 13: The Turning Point

As Adunny walked away, she was already planning her next move. The accident had changed everything, but it hadn’t ended the war. It had just made it more dangerous.

Two weeks later, Adunny was sitting in her lawyer’s office making the biggest decision of her life. “So, what do you want to do?” Mr. Balagan asked. “Your husband is offering to give you everything in the divorce—the house, the remaining business assets, everything. Or you can try to rebuild your marriage.”

Adunny had been thinking about this choice every day since Kunnel’s confession in the hospital. “Before I decide, I need to tell you what happened yesterday.”

She explained how she had received a call from the police. “They arrested Solar at the airport as she tried to fly to Port Harcourt with a suitcase full of stolen jewelry and cash. The police officer said they found evidence that Miss Solar Okafor stole property from at least six different men over the past three years. Your case helped us catch her.”

Mr. Balagan nodded. “That’s good news for you. It shows a pattern of behavior on her part that could help your case.”

Adunny continued, “But the most important thing is that they told me she’s facing serious charges. She’ll probably go to prison for five to ten years.”

“That’s a significant development,” Mr. Balagan said. “How do you feel about it?”

Adunny took a deep breath. “I feel relieved. Solar won’t be a threat anymore. But I also feel conflicted. I never wanted this to happen. I just wanted to stand up for myself.”

Mr. Balagan leaned back in his chair. “And what about Kunnel? Do you still want to pursue the divorce?”

Adunny hesitated. “I’m not sure. He’s been through a lot. Maybe he deserves a second chance.”

Chapter 14: A Difficult Decision

As she sat in the office, Adunny realized that her feelings for Kunnel were complicated. She had loved him once, and despite everything, she still felt a connection. But could she truly forgive him?

“I need time to think,” she told Mr. Balagan. “I want to make the right decision, not just for me but for Kunnel too.”

“Take your time,” he replied. “But remember, you have the power to shape your future. Don’t let his past mistakes dictate your happiness.”

After leaving the lawyer’s office, Adunny drove back to her sister’s house in Abuja. She needed to clear her mind. As she sat on the balcony, overlooking the city, she reflected on her journey. The pain, the betrayal, the anger—it had all led her to this moment.

That evening, she called Kunnel. “Can we talk?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“Of course. I’ve been waiting for your call.”

They agreed to meet at a café nearby. When Adunny arrived, she found Kunnel sitting at a table, looking nervous. His face had lost its usual arrogance; instead, he appeared vulnerable and remorseful.

“Thank you for coming,” he said softly. “I know things have been hard between us.”

Adunny nodded, her heart heavy. “I’ve been thinking about everything—about us, about what you did.”

“I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” Kunnel said, his voice breaking. “But I want to make things right. I’ve been going to therapy, and I’m trying to change.”

Adunny studied him for a moment. “You hurt me deeply, Kunnel. You made me feel worthless, and I can’t forget that easily. But I see that you’re trying.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back,” he promised. “I’ll be a better husband.”

Adunny took a deep breath. “I need to know that you mean it. I want to start fresh, but we have to move away from this place. This house, everything reminds me of the pain.”

Kunnel nodded, tears in his eyes. “I’m willing to do that. I’ll sell the house and we can find a new place together. I’ll start a new business, whatever it takes.”

Adunny felt a flicker of hope. “And you need to go to counseling for your anger issues. I won’t tolerate any violence again.”

“Absolutely,” he agreed. “I’ll do everything you ask. I just want a chance to prove myself.”

Chapter 15: Building a New Life

Over the next few months, Kunnel kept his promises. He sold their house and moved them into a small apartment in a quieter part of Lagos. He started a small car repair shop with the little money they had left. It wasn’t the luxurious life they had before, but it was honest.

Kunnel attended counseling twice a week and joined a support group for men with anger problems. Slowly, very slowly, he was becoming the man Adunny had fallen in love with years ago. They went on dates like they were strangers getting to know each other. They talked about their dreams for the future and laughed together for the first time in years.

One evening, six months after leaving the hospital, Kunnel cooked dinner for Adunny. It was simple food, but he had made it with love. “I have something to tell you,” he said as they ate.

Adunny tensed up. She still got nervous when he said things like that. “What is it?”

“The doctor called today. All my test results came back normal. He said there’s no medical reason why we can’t have children if we want to try again.”

Tears came to Adunny’s eyes. After all these years, there was finally hope for the family they had always wanted. “Do you want to try?” she asked.

“Only if you do. Only if you think our marriage is strong enough now.”

Adunny looked at the man sitting across from her. He was thinner than before, with gray hairs from stress. His business was small, and they didn’t have much money, but his eyes were kind again, and his hands were gentle. “I think we might be ready,” she said.

Chapter 16: A New Beginning

One year later, Adunny got the news she had been praying for since the day she got married. She was pregnant. When she told Kunnel, he cried like a baby. “We’re really getting a second chance,” he said, holding her close.

“Yes, we are.”

Their daughter was born nine months later. They named her Ayamide, which means “my joy has come.” As Adunny held her baby for the first time, she thought about everything that had happened—the beatings, the betrayal, the revenge, the forgiveness, and finally, the new beginning.

She had learned that sometimes you have to fight for your worth. Sometimes you have to be willing to lose everything to find out who you really are. But she had also learned that forgiveness, when it comes with real change, can create something beautiful from the ashes of something destroyed.

The older Adunny would have stayed silent and accepted abuse. The newer Adunny knew how to demand better. And baby Ayamide would grow up seeing a mother who was strong, a father who had learned to be better, and a love that had survived the worst kind of betrayal.

Chapter 17: The Final Message

Six months after Ayamide was born, Adunny received one last message about Solar. Her friend Kem called with news. “Solar was released from prison early for good behavior,” Kem said. “But don’t worry, she left Lagos immediately. Someone said she moved to Gona to start over.”

“Good,” Adunny said. “I hope she learns to build her own life instead of destroying other people’s.”

“Do you really mean that?” Kem asked.

After everything she had gone through, Adunny felt a sense of peace. “Yes, I mean it. Hate is too heavy to carry when you have this much happiness to enjoy.”

As the sun set over Lagos, Adunny smiled. Her revenge had taught her husband to value her. Her forgiveness had taught her to value herself. And their love had taught them both that sometimes the best victory is not destroying your enemy, but building something better than what you lost.

The war was over, and everybody had won.