Married to My Destiny Thief Episode 2

Married to My Destiny Thief Part 2

The Day Femi Came Begging

Femi came on a Tuesday the kind of afternoon that looks harmless until it changes your life.

I was at my desk, signing onboarding papers, when the receptionist called.

“There’s a man here asking for you. He says it’s urgent.”

I didn’t need to ask his name. Some wounds announce themselves.

He stood in the lobby like a shadow that had forgotten its owner. The confidence that once filled rooms had leaked out of him. His shirt was rumpled. His eyes those eyes that once avoided mine searched my face for mercy.

“Amaka,” he said, voice cracking, already kneeling before my name reached the floor. People stared. I felt nothing.

“Stand up,” I said quietly. “Not here.”

In my office, sunlight poured in real sunlight, not candlelight. He sat on the edge of the chair like a man afraid it might reject him too.

“They froze everything,” he began. “Accounts. Shipments. Buyers disappeared. The police are asking questions. The elders won’t pick my calls. The man who gave me the… help… he says the river has turned against me.”

I waited.

“I know I did wrong,” he continued, tears finally arriving. “But you’re my wife. You were always my luck. Help me. Please.”

That word luck burned hotter than the fire that took his car.

“You didn’t steal my luck,” I said. “You stole my life.”

He shook his head wildly. “I didn’t mean to destroy you. It was supposed to be temporary. Just until I stood on my feet.”

“Twelve years?” I asked. “Temporary for twelve years?”

Silence.

I opened a drawer and placed my certificates on the table dry, clean, restored. His breath caught.

“The river returned me to myself,” I said. “It also taught me something: what you take by darkness cannot be kept in light.”

He reached for my hands. I pulled them back.

“I didn’t call the police,” I went on. “I didn’t expose you. That’s the mercy you already received. Don’t ask for more.”

He sobbed now, the kind of crying that wants to bargain with the past. “I’ll change. I’ll start again. We can start again.”

I stood. The office door reflected us me steady, him broken.

“There’s no we,” I said. “There is only accountability.”

Security escorted him out. I watched from the window as he walked away smaller than he’d ever been.

That evening, my phone buzzed once. A message from an unknown number:

I see clearly now. I release what I took. I’m sorry.

I didn’t reply.

Because release doesn’t always come from the one who hurt you. Sometimes, it comes the moment you choose yourself.

That night, I slept without fear. No chanting. No shadows. Just dreams bright, loud dreams finally mine again.

And if you’re wondering whether he ever rose again…

That’s another story.

TBC..  Episode 3 End