I Wanted a Simple Wife… I Didn’t Know What I Was Inviting”
I am a civil servant.
My life has always been simple.
Wake up, go to work, come back home, rest. Repeat.
I’m not a flashy man, but Alhamdulillah, I can provide. I don’t owe anyone. I live within my means.
When I decided to marry, I wasn’t looking for too much.
Just peace.
A calm home.
A woman who would take care of the house while I handle the outside.
That was when I met her.
A young lady.
Fresh out of university.
Beautiful. Respectful. Soft-spoken.
She was everything I thought I wanted.
We got married.
And at the beginning, everything was fine.
Very fine.
I told her from the start,
“You don’t need to work. I can take care of everything.”
To me, that was love.
Providing. Protecting. Making sure she doesn’t stress.
But to her…
It wasn’t enough.
After some time, she started bringing it up.
She said she didn’t want to just stay at home.
She wanted to work.
Or start a business.
At first, I refused.
Not out of wickedness…
But because I had a picture of how I wanted my home to be.
She didn’t agree.
The issue became serious.
To the point where she reported me to her family.
We had to sit down.
Elders involved.
Long discussions.
At the end…
I agreed.
I told her,
“Okay. Find something to do.”
She came back with a plan.
Event planning business.
It sounded reasonable.
Respectable.
Something I could support.
So I gave her 3 million naira.
My money.
My sweat.
My trust.
She started the business.
And at first…
Everything looked normal.
She was busy.
Always moving.
Always on calls.
Always attending “events.”
Money started coming in.
Fast.
Too fast.
At first, I was happy.
I told myself,
“This is good. She’s growing.”
But something didn’t sit right with me.
The kind of money she was making…
Didn’t match the kind of business she said she was doing.
I started asking questions.
Gently.
Her answers were not clear.
That was when suspicion entered my mind.
And once suspicion enters…
Peace starts leaving.
I decided to find out the truth.
Quietly.
What I discovered…
Is something I wish I never saw.
She wasn’t just doing event planning.
She was seeing a man.
A rich man.
In Asokoro.
Everything started making sense.
The money.
The movement.
The sudden lifestyle.
I sat down that day…
And I couldn’t even react immediately.
Not because I didn’t understand what was happening…
But because of how everything unfolded.
I remembered the day I said,
“You don’t need to work.”
I remembered the arguments.
The family meetings.
The compromise.
I remembered the 3 million I gave her…
Thinking I was supporting my wife.
And now…
I was looking at the result.
Betrayal.
Not just of trust…
But of everything we built.
The painful part is not even the money.
It’s the realization.
That sometimes…
You try to build peace…
But you end up opening doors you can’t control.
I regret many things now.
Not because I supported her…
But because I ignored my instincts along the way.
Because when something doesn’t feel right…
It usually isn’t.
Now, I sit and ask myself one question:
Was I wrong for wanting a simple life…
Or was I wrong for trusting too easily?
I don’t even know anymore.
But one thing I know for sure is this:
Some decisions…
You don’t understand their consequences…
Until it’s already too late.