He Beats Me To Entertain His Friends – And My Revenge Shocked Them….EPISODE: 2

• He beat me to entertain his friends. But I I will bury his pride in silence with class, with calm, and when I’m done, even his shadow will not respect him again. The day James came home and found the house sparkling clean, food hot on the table, and me smiling in silence, he thought he had finally broken me. He smirked, kissed his teeth, and said, “This is how a good wife behaves.
• ” I nodded, and served him his food. I didn’t even flinch when he threw the spoon, and shouted, “You didn’t put enough salt.” I just picked up the plate, went back into the kitchen, adjusted the salt, and returned with a calm face. He didn’t know he was dining with a woman who had declared battle. A different kind of battle.
• The kind that doesn’t announce itself. The kind that wins without raising a voice. James controlled everything. The house was in his name. The cars, the businesses, the bank accounts. Even my phone was registered under his own details. If I tried to speak with anyone outside, he would say I was becoming too friendly. So, I stopped speaking. But I started watching.
• Every time he spoke carelessly on the phone about deals or bragged about money to his friends, I listened from the other room. Every receipt, every call, every visit, I noticed it all. He didn’t know I had written down the pins to his accounts. He used them so often and loudly, it became easy to memorize. He didn’t know I had made friends with a cleaner at his office.
• The girl was young and naive, but talkative. She told me how James often slept with clients and used office funds to sponsor women. He didn’t know I had a cousin who worked in one of the banks he secretly saved his dollars in. Everything he used to show off his power, his secrets, his shame, I began to collect like seeds and I watered them with patience.
• One morning while Norah was at school and James had traveled to Port Harkort for a 3-day business meeting, I took my first big step. I called my old friend Grace. We hadn’t spoken in years. James forced me to cut her off when he saw how independent she was. He said she would teach me bad habits.
• But I kept her number in my head like a buried treasure. Grace cried when she heard my voice. Anita, is this really you? You’re alive. I told her everything, every slap, every insult, every humiliation. She was silent for a long time, then said, “You’ve suffered, but now it’s time to rise.” Grace was a lawyer, a smart one, and more importantly, a trusted one. She told me exactly what to do.
• Start gathering evidence, she said. Don’t worry, I’ll help you with the rest. That was the beginning of my return. James came back from Port Hardcourt with a new phone and a new girl saved as accountant B. I saw the messages. I saw the pictures. I didn’t shout. I didn’t cry. I even helped him plug the phone when the battery was low. He thought I didn’t know.
• That made it easier because the moment a proud man underestimates you, that’s when he opens the door to his downfall. I opened a new bank account in my cousin’s name and started moving money. Small amounts slowly, bit by bit, using the app he once showed me how to use when he was feeling like a good husband.
• He said, “One day you’ll thank me for teaching you how to move money like a boss. He was right. I thanked him silently. Then I made copies of documents he kept hidden in a locked drawer. I had found the key months earlier inside his old shoe hidden under the bed. He never suspected anything because he believed I was too stupid to look.
• I copied property papers, business shares, loan agreements, everything. I saved them in a hidden flash drive and I kept that drive inside Norah’s teddy bear. That bear became the guardian of my revenge. It wasn’t just about escaping anymore. No, I wanted him to feel everything I felt.
• The shame, the loss, the pain of watching everything you built collapse while you stand there helpless. Then came the day he humiliated me in front of his mother. It was Norah’s birthday. I baked a small cake, decorated the sitting room with balloons. I even wore makeup and tied my headscarf like the old Anita. strong and elegant.
• James walked in with his mother and his friends, looked at the cake and scoffed. This rubbish is what you call birthday party for my daughter. You don’t even have shame. He picked the cake and smashed it on the floor. Norah cried. I bent down slowly, cleaned the floor with a rag, and said, “I’ll get another cake.” His mother looked at him shocked.