Married to My Destiny Thief Episode 3 End

Married to My Destiny Thief Part 3 (Finale)

The Day the Door Closed Forever

The last time I heard Femi’s name, it came with silence attached to it.

Six months had passed since the day he knelt in my office. My life had begun to feel ordinary again the sweetest miracle of all. Morning traffic. Office gossip. Deadlines. Laughter that didn’t need prayer to survive.

Then one evening, my aunt from the village called.

“Amaka,” she said carefully, the way elders speak when truth has weight. “Your husband… he is gone.”

The word sat between us.

Gone where?

“He collapsed in his workshop,” she continued. “Not dead. But empty. The doctors say his body is fine. His mind… refuses to return.”

I closed my eyes.

They said he wakes some nights screaming that the room is on fire. That he begs unseen hands to forgive him. That he keeps asking for a black clay pot that no longer exists.

I felt no joy. No victory. Only quiet understanding.

Some punishments don’t arrive with handcuffs. They arrive with memory.

A week later, I went to the village not for him, but for myself. The old man of God met me at the threshold of his compound. He smiled, as if he’d been expecting my footsteps since the beginning.

“You are free,” he said simply.

He didn’t ask about Femi. He didn’t need to. Freedom, once claimed, doesn’t look back to explain itself.

That night, I buried the last ashes of the broken idol beneath an iroko tree. I poured water on the soil and whispered goodbye not to my husband, but to the woman I used to be.

The girl who believed love meant sacrifice without limits.

The wife who mistook patience for purpose.

The woman who shrank so another could expand.

When I returned to the city, life met me halfway.

Promotions came. Invitations followed. I bought my own car not to prove anything, but because I could. I moved into a home filled with light and windows that stayed open.

Sometimes, people ask why I never remarried.

I smile.

Not because I fear love but because I respect myself too much to rush it.

I learned something the hard way:

Not every enemy fights you in the open.

Some steal from you while calling you my wife.

And not every ending needs revenge.

Some endings need distance.

Some need truth.

Some need fire.

Mine needed all three.

If you’re reading this and your life keeps shrinking while someone close to you grows fat on blessings pause. Look. Listen.

Destiny thieves don’t always come as strangers.

And when you finally take your life back, don’t apologize for the flames.

The End.