
01/04/2025
I have seen things in this life.
Last night, I cooked my husband’s favorite meal jollof rice with grilled chicken. We ate, laughed, and gossiped about our neighbors. Everything was perfect.
By 10 PM, he yawned and stretched.
“Babe, let me rest small before I go and take my bath,” he said.
I nodded and let him sleep.
By midnight, I woke up to use the bathroom and noticed he hadn’t moved. I tapped him lightly.
Baby?
Nothing.
I shook him. Still nothing.
My chest tightened. My heart started racing.
I placed my fingers under his nose. No breath.
I pressed my ear against his chest. No heartbeat.
JESUS!
I slapped him, screamed his name, poured water on him nothing.
My husband was dead.
Panic took over. I couldn’t think. What would I tell his mother? His siblings? The world?
I picked up my phone, my hands shaking. Who would I call?
Then, his phone rang.
I looked at the screen.
His mother.
Blood drained from my body. How did she know?!
Then another call his younger sister.
Another his best friend.
What was happening?!
I was sweating, shivering. I couldn’t breathe.
Then my front door creaked.
Someone was inside.
But how? I locked the doors!
A shadow moved in the hallway. My heart stopped.
I grabbed the nearest thing a wooden spoon and tiptoed toward the sound.
As I turned the corner, a hand grabbed my shoulder.
I screamed.
Then
“SURPRISE!!!”
My knees buckled. My eyes widened in horror.
Standing in my living room were my husband’s mother, his siblings, his best friends holding balloons, gifts, and a cake.
My husband sat on the couch, grinning like a devil.
“Babe, he laughed. You always say nothing shakes you. I wanted to see if that was true.
I froze.
I stared at him, then at my in laws, then at the decorations.
I slowly realized…
It was a prank.
This man had staged his own death just to see my reaction.
I collapsed on the couch, eyes burning with a mix of relief and rage.
I looked at my husband, still smiling.
I will love him forever.
But first… I need to kill him.
The End.
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