12/10/2025
Everyone whispered about his side chick.😳😭
But i Chioma said nothing. He forgot the woman who prayed for him , I never imagined that one day, I’d sit down and tell this story — not out of bitterness, but out of realization.
You see, I was a woman who believed so much in love, loyalty, and patience.
My name is Chioma, 40 years old, married to a man I once called my heartbeat — Dan also 40.
When we met, he was a hardworking man, passionate about life, full of dreams. But life has a way of testing us.
After he lost his job, things began to fall apart — not just financially, but emotionally.
I did everything a wife could do: comforted him, encouraged him, and even used my savings to keep us afloat.
I worked at a music management company, a job I truly loved. It was during one of our events that I met Mr. Williams, a billionaire music executive — a man respected in the entertainment industry, yet so humble.
He admired my intelligence and confidence. He would always compliment my work ethic, and one day he said,
“You’re a beautiful woman, Chioma… I hope your husband knows he’s lucky.”
I laughed it off. Little did I know, fate was preparing me for a test I never saw coming.
A few months later, I discovered that Mr. Williams liked me — genuinely.
But I told him,
“Sir, I am married. Please don’t make me uncomfortable.”
He respected that. But one evening, when he found out that my husband had been unemployed for almost two years, he said,
“If you ever need a favor, I’ll be here.”
That night, I thought about it.
My husband had become withdrawn, moody, and sometimes disrespectful because of his frustration.
So, I swallowed my pride and asked Mr. Williams for help — not for myself, but for my husband.
“If you truly mean what you say,” I told him, “help my husband get a job. That’s all I need.”
He smiled and said something I will never forget:
“You will know the true color of a man when he starts making money.”
Two weeks later, my husband was offered a job at a big oil company — a dream job.
He came home excited, lifted me off my feet, and said,
“Baby, my luck has finally changed!”
I smiled, but deep down, I knew it wasn’t luck — it was love. My love.
But after three months, my loving husband began to change.
He became louder, prouder, and strangely distant.
He started coming home late, spending weekends “at work,” and acting like a stranger.
Then the whispers started — friends, neighbors, even church members — they all said the same thing:
“Chioma, your husband is always seen with one small girl.”
I didn’t believe it at first.
But when I saw the photos on social media, my world shook.
The same man I begged and cried for, the same man I stood by when life turned its back on him, was now flaunting his side chick everywhere like a trophy.
Dinner parties. Beach events. Company hangouts.
Everyone knew.
Everyone except me — or so they thought.
Whenever people asked me about it, I smiled and said, “It’s nothing.”
But in my heart, I was bleeding.
The breaking point came during his father’s 70th birthday celebration.
It was supposed to be a family event, but guess who he brought?
The same girl — his side chick — seated proudly in a corner with her friends like a queen.
I watched him from across the table as he made sure she and her friends were comfortable, laughing and smiling, pretending I didn’t exist.
At that moment, something in me snapped.
That night, I sent a message to Mr. Williams:
“I’m ready to be your one and only mistress , I want to be happy too.” I guess i don’t want marriage anymore .
He didn’t ask questions. He only said,
“Come see me tomorrow.”
Mr. Williams was a widower — a kind man who lost his wife in a plane crash.
He had everything, but he missed companionship.
I decided to be there for him. And let him lavish me with love and affection , and lifestyle .
Not because I wanted revenge… but because I deserved happiness.
Then came the annual company ball — a glamorous event that gathered the elite.
That night, an announcement was made to usher in one of the special guests — me — and my date, Mr. Williams.
The spotlight hit us as we walked in hand-in-hand.
Everyone turned.
But the one face I will never forget was my husband’s.
His jaw dropped. His eyes widened. He began to sweat uncontrollably.
He couldn’t believe it.
His wife — the same woman he had disrespected publicly — walked in with his billionaire boss, the man who gave him his job.
His side chick was there too, seated across the hall, staring in confusion.
He tried to act calm, but his hands were shaking.
He couldn’t eat, couldn’t smile.
And when it was time for him to present an award, he stuttered all through his speech.
For the first time, I saw fear in his eyes — not because of losing his job, but because he realized he had already lost me.
After the party, he called me, begging to see me.
I replied simply:
“Not tonight. I’ll be busy all night long.”
He called again the next day, and I finally agreed to see him.
He came over, looking broken, helpless.
“Chioma,” he said, “what was that last night? What are you doing?”
I looked him straight in the eyes and said,
“That was the end of our marriage.”
He laughed nervously.
“You’re joking, right?”
“No,” I replied calmly. “Since you couldn’t be a husband and a father, I’m relieving you of that position.”
He broke down, crying like a baby.
But I didn’t care. Not anymore.
For years, I was the one holding us together while he was out there destroying everything we built.
He forgot how I prayed for him.
He forgot who lifted him when life dragged him down.
He forgot the woman who gave up everything just to see him smile.
But I didn’t forget.
Now, I’m living my best life — not as a wife, but as a woman who found peace again.
Sometimes, the best revenge isn’t anger…
It’s elevation. ✨
💭 If you were in Chioma’s shoes, what would you have done?
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