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she MALTREATED her HUSBAND because he’s POOR,few years later..africanfolktales
she MALTREATED her HUSBAND because he’s POOR,few years later..africanfolktales
she MALTREATED her HUSBAND because he’s POOR,few years later..africanfolktales
She kicked her husband out because he was poor. Two years later, that same man walked into her father’s company, not as
a worker, but as the man who bought the company. How did this happen? What made him so rich? Why was her father’s
company up for sale? And what did she do when she saw him again? Sit back and find out as we dive into this shocking
story. This is the story of a young man named Desmond. a man who had nothing. No
job, no car, not even a house of his own. But what he did have was love. It
was a bright Saturday morning. Inside a small room, Desmond stood in front of the mirror. He was wearing a black suit.
His hands were shaking as he fixed his tie. Today was his wedding day. He smiled at his own reflection, but his
eyes told the truth. He was worried. Deep inside, his heart was heavy. He
whispered to himself, “I hope I’m doing the right thing. I don’t have money, but I love her. I really love her. His best
friend, Joseph, walked into the room carrying a small camera. Guy, you’re still standing here. The bride is almost
ready. Come on. Desmond laughed a little and turned to Joseph. Do you think I’m making a
mistake? Joseph looked at him confused. Why would you say that? You’re marrying
the woman you love. Desmond sighed. I understand, but luxury is what she’s
used to. Her father paid for everything, even this suit I’m wearing. I don’t even
have a job. What if I can’t give her the life she’s used to? Joseph walked closer and placed his hand on Desmond’s
shoulder. Listen, you may not have money now, but you have a good heart. Gloria sees that, and that’s why she said,
“Yes. Let just trust God and trust yourself. One day you’ll be the one paying for other people’s weddings.”
Desmond smiled slowly. “Amen.” There was a knock on the door. A voice shouted,
“Deesmond, the bride is coming downstairs.” Desmond stood up straight. He picked up the small black ring box
and walked to the door with Joseph beside him. “Today might be the beginning of a good life or a painful
lesson. Downstairs, the guests were already seated. The hall was filled with gold
and white balloons. There were big flowers everywhere. Waiters walked around with drinks and small chops. Then
the music changed. Everyone turned. Gloria stepped into the hall. She looked like a princess. Her dress was white and
long with shiny stones around the neck. She held a small flower in her hand. Her
makeup was perfect. Her smile was wide, but her eyes, they looked like she had something on her mind. She walked slowly
with her father, Mr. Jerry, holding her hand. Miss Mr. Jerry smiled proudly. The
music was soft. The pastor smiled as he looked at the couple. Do you, Desmond, take Gloria as your wife? Desmond looked
into her eyes and said, “Yes, I do with all my heart.” “Do you, Gloria, take
Desmond as your husband?” Gloria looked around. Her eyes met her fathers. Mr. Jerry nodded at her slowly. She turned
back to Desmond. “Yes, I do.” The pastor raised his hands. “You may now kiss the
bride.” Everyone clapped. The hall was filled with joy. Some people danced in their chairs. Others wiped tears from
their eyes. The camera light kept flashing. Desmond held Gloria’s hand tightly. His smile was wide, but his
heart was still bothered. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Thank you for choosing me, even when I have
nothing.” Gloria gave a small smile. Desmond was ready to love her with all he had, even
though all he had was hope. Two months later, Gloria sat in her
father’s office laughing. She wore a new red dress with gold earrings. Her nails were long and shiny. She looked rich and
she was her father, Mr. Jerry, pushed a file across the table. Sign here. I
believe this role of executive assistant to the CEO is the perfect stepping stone for you. As my right-hand person, you’ll
be involved in daily operations, attend key meetings, and gain insight into
strategic planning and decision-making processes. You’ll learn from me and the rest of the team, and I truly believe
you’ll be well prepared to take over when the time comes. Uh, I want you to sign on for this role and make the most
of it. It’s going to be a fantastic opportunity for growth and learning.
Gloria picked up the pen and signed with a smile. Daddy, thank you for everything. You’ve made work so easy for
me. Mr. Jerry smiled back. Of course, you’re my only child. You deserve the
best. Desmond sat in their living room. The fan was blowing slowly. His laptop was on his legs. His eyes were tired. He
had just sent his 10th email for the day. Please find attached my proposal.
He stopped and looked around the room. Empty, quiet, cold. He whispered, “God,
please. Just one yes. Just one contract will go a long way.” In the beginning,
Gloria was sweet. She would cook for Desmond, sit beside him, and say, “Don’t worry, my love. Things will get better.”
But that sweet voice didn’t last. One morning, Desmond was in bed. The fan
turned slowly above him. His laptop was open, resting on his lap. He was not watching films. He was not playing
games. He was searching. He clicked through building project sites. He checked his emails. He was hoping maybe
one company had replied. Maybe today someone would call him for a building contract, but his inbox was empty. Then
Gloria walked into the room. She was dressed for work. Her hair was neatly packed and her perfume filled the air.
She looked at Desmond and paused. You’re still in bed?” she asked sharply.
Desmond looked up. “I’ve sent out some proposals this morning. There’s this new school building project in Essia. I
applied for it.” Gloria laughed in a cold way. Desmond, every week you talk
about new projects. Every time it’s I applied for this or I submitted for that, but nothing ever comes out of it.
Desmond sat up slowly. You know, I’m a building engineer. Contracts don’t just fall from the sky. It takes time. time.
She snapped. It’s been months since we married. How many sites have you worked on? Zero. You sit here clicking and
hoping while I go out and work every single day. Desmond’s mouth was dry, but he still tried to speak. Gloria, I’m not
lazy. You know I’m not. She threw her hands up. All I know is that I’m tired. Tired of paying bills. Tired of
pretending everything is fine. Tired of being the man in this house. She turned and walked out of the room.
Desmond stared at the laptop screen. The words there didn’t matter anymore. He
slowly closed it. The silence in the room pressed on his chest. He was a man. He was skilled. But right now, he felt
useless in his own home. And something inside him started to break. That evening, the doorbell rang. Desmond
opened the door and there stood his old friend, Joseph. Ah, my brother. Joseph
smiled wide, holding a nylon bag full of snacks. Joe. Desmond smiled for the
first time that day. You didn’t even tell me you were coming. Surprise visit, Joseph said. I brought some snacks and
malt. Let’s sit and catch up. They sat in the living room. The fan made a soft
sound above them. The TV was off. The room was quiet. Joseph passed a snack to
Desmond. Eat. You look like someone who hasn’t smiled in months. Desmond took it
and laughed. It’s not easy, Joe. Life is just hard these days. Joseph nodded. I
know. I’ve been there, but don’t give up. You’re smart. One day, everything will turn around. Desmond looked down.
Gloria doesn’t believe in me anymore. She talks to me like I’m nothing. Joseph sat up. Listen, just keep pushing. You
don’t need 10 people to believe in you. Just one person, and I believe in you. Desmond smiled, but his eyes were red.
Just then, Gloria walked into the room, her arms crossed. So, this is what you do when I’m not home. sit with your
jobless friend and eat snacks. Joseph stood up surprised. Ah, good evening,
Gloria. She ignored him. Desmond, do you even feel shame? You’re here laughing like everything is fine. Desmond stood
slowly. He’s my friend. He came to check on me. Gloria hissed and walked away.
Joseph turned to Desmond. Is this how she talks to you every day? Desmond said nothing. He just sat back down. Joseph
looked at his friend for a long time. Desmond, you need to do something fast or this woman will finish you. Desmond
nodded. His eyes were calm, but his heart had started to burn. That night, the room was quiet. The light was off,
but the pain was still there. Desmond sat on the edge of the bed. Gloria was already lying down facing the wall. He
took a deep breath and spoke softly. “Gloria, I want to talk.” She didn’t
answer. “Please,” he continued. “What you said today in front of Joseph, it broke me.” Still no answer. You laughed
at me. You called me weak in front of my friend. Gloria slowly turned to face him, her voice sharp. So now I can’t
talk in my own house because your friend was here. Desmond looked at her, his eyes low. That’s not it. I just want you
to believe in me. You know I’m trying. Everyday I send out my proposals. I follow up, but it’s hard out there. He
paused, then added, “Maybe, maybe you can talk to your dad. He knows
big people. If he helps me get one small contract, I will prove myself. Gloria
sat up at once. So that’s it? She said loudly. This is why you married me, right? For my father’s connections?
Desmond looked shocked. No, Gloria. I love you. I only asked for a chance.
Keep your chance to yourself, she shouted. You want to use my father now? You think he’ll just hand you a job
because you married me? Desmond tried to hold her hand, but she pulled away. I regret saying anything,” he said
quietly. Gloria hissed, turned her back again, and pulled the blanket over her shoulder. “Next time, think before you
speak,” she said, and closed her eyes. Desmond sat there alone in the dark. His chest was heavy. His heart was tired.
That night, sleep did not come to him. One week passed. The house stayed quiet.
Gloria only spoke when it was necessary. Desmond spent most of his time in the small study corner that had still
sending out building proposals. One morning, his phone rang. It was Joseph. Desmond picked up quickly. Hello, bro.
Guy, Joseph said full of joy. I have news. Big news. Desmond smiled. Tell me.
I’m ready. I got the job. That big company I told you about. They picked me. I signed yesterday. Desmond’s smile
grew wider. Joseph, that’s amazing. I’m so happy for you. Wait, that’s not all. Joseph laughed. They gave me a brand new
car. I And guess what? I also got a two-bedroom apartment in Leki. Desmond’s
hand froze on the phone. His voice came out slow. Wow, bro. This is big. I’m
really proud of you. You’re next, man. I believe in you. Just keep pushing, Joseph said. Desmond nodded slowly, even
though Joseph couldn’t see him. Thanks. Thank you, Joseph. They ended the call. Desmond put the phone down and looked
around the room. He was happy for his friend. Truly, he was. But deep inside, something else was growing. Something
quiet. Something sad. He looked at his laptop. The screen was still open. The cursor blinked, waiting. Desmond sat
back and closed his eyes. He whispered, “When will it be my turn?” And once
again, silence answered him. It was a bright Monday morning. Desmond
wore his cleanest shirt. Then he sprayed his perfume and looked at himself in the mirror. He picked up his file full of
building proposals. He had a big meeting with a construction company that morning. He walked to the garage and
looked at Gloria’s second car. He had never touched her cars without asking, but she had already gone to work with
the main one, and he didn’t want to miss the meeting. He took a deep breath. Just for today, he said quietly. He opened
the door and entered the car. His heart was beating fast. He didn’t want trouble. As he drove off, he prayed,
“God, please let today be different. Let them like my proposal. Let them give me
a chance.” He reached the company gate at exactly 10:00 a.m. The security man checked him and allowed him in. Desmond
walked into the building with hope in his chest. Today could change everything. Desmond sat in a small
office. Across the table was Mr. Adubio, the man in charge of projects. Desmond
smiled and spoke with confidence. Sir, my proposal covers cost, safety, and
speed. I’ve handled some buildings in the past. If you give me this contract, I promise you won’t regret it. Mr. Dabio
looked through the papers and nodded slowly. Hm. Not bad, young man. Just then, Desmond’s phone rang. He looked at
the screen. It was Gloria. He quickly pressed the silent button. “Sorry, sir. Please continue,” Desmond said. Mr.
Adabio raised his hand, telling him to wait. “Is everything okay?” “Yes, sir. Just my wife,” Desmond said with a small
smile. Mr. Adabio nodded and looked back at the papers, but before he could speak again, the phone rang again. “Desmond
sighed and muted it again.” “Maybe you should pick it,” Mr. Adabio said, looking annoyed. “No, sir. It’s fine,
Desmond replied. But then it rang again and again and again. Desmond felt sweat
on his forehead. Mr. Adabio dropped the file and stood up. Is this how you handle serious meetings? If you cannot
control your phone, how will you control a building site? Desmond stood up quickly. Sir, please give me one more
minute. I can explain. But the man pointed to the door. You are not serious. Please leave my office. Desmond
stood there frozen. Sir, please leave. Mr. Adabio shouted. Desmond slowly
picked up his file and walked out. His hands were shaking. His legs felt weak. When he got outside, he opened his
phone. He saw 15 missed calls from Gloria. Desmond stepped out of the company gate. He stood beside the car.
His hands were weak. His eyes were red. Then the phone rang again. It was Gloria. This time he picked up. Her
voice came like a slap through the phone. What is wrong with you? Why did you take my car? Who gave you
permission? Desmond tried to stay calm. Gloria, I had a meeting. A big one. I
didn’t want to be late. That’s why I used it. Just for today, but she screamed, “Don’t ever touch my car
again. Are you my driver? If you need a car, go and buy your own.” Desmond’s voice broke. Do you know what you just
did? That meeting was important. I was this close to getting a contract worth millions. But your calls, they ruined
it. You made me lose everything today. Gloria laughed. So now it’s my fault that you’re a failure. Desmond sighed.
I’m trying, Gloria. I’m really trying. I just need your support. She hissed loudly. Support yourself. Not with my
things. Then she ended the call. Desmond stood still. He looked up at the sky
then down at the ground. He didn’t know which one hurt more, losing the contract or hearing her talk to him like trash.
That evening, Desmond opened the front door slowly. Gloria was standing in the sitting room, arms folded, eyes sharp.
Before he could say anything, she shouted, “Where’s my car key?” Desmond reached into his pocket and
brought it out. She snatched it from his hand. Don’t ever touch anything that belongs to me again. Desmond looked at
her with tired eyes. “Why are you treating me like this, Gloria? What did I do to deserve this
kind of pain?” Gloria stepped forward. “You married me and brought shame into
my life. My friends laugh at me because of you.” Desmond raised his voice for the first time. I didn’t marry you for
your money. I married you because I loved you. Then maybe you should have married someone as poor as you,” she
shouted back. The argument became loud. Desmond turned away, trying to calm down. But then Gloria did something
terrible. She spat on his face. Time stopped. Desmond wiped his face slowly.
His hand rose halfway into the air. Then he paused. His hand began to shake. He
stepped back. Gloria smiled. “Touch me and I’ll send you to jail. My father will make sure of it. Desmond looked
into her eyes. She had no fear, no love, no pity. He turned around and walked to
the bedroom. That night, he didn’t sleep. He just stared at the ceiling, wondering how love turned into this. The
next morning, Desmond sat at the dining table with his laptop. He had been awake since 3:00 a.m. He had not eaten. He had
not bathed. His eyes were tired, but he kept scrolling and sending messages, searching for contracts online. He
whispered to himself, “One good job, just one. God, please.” Suddenly, there
was a knock at the door. The door shook. It wasn’t a soft knock. It was loud, strong, angry. Desmond stood up slowly.
His hands felt cold. He looked through the curtain. What he saw made his heartbeat fast. Three men stood at the
door. One was Mr. Jerry, Gloria’s father. The other two were soldiers. Their eyes were strong. Their faces were
hard. “Uh,” Desmond opened the door slowly. Jerry pointed his finger straight at Desmond. “So, you now beat
my daughter?” he shouted. Desmond was shocked. “No, sir. I didn’t touch her. I
swear to God, I didn’t.” Before he could finish, the two soldiers moved in. One
held his hand. The other grabbed his shirt. Desmond shouted, “Wait, I didn’t do anything. Please let me explain.” But
they didn’t listen. They dragged him outside. Gloria was standing by the car holding her phone. She didn’t even look
at Desmond. Desmond kept begging. Please, Daddy, sir. Please let me talk. Gloria is lying.
Mr. Jerry walked away without saying a word. They took Desmond to the barracks. There he was ordered to kneel. They
poured cold water on him. They gave him hard tasks under the sun. They shouted at him, pushed him, made him crawl on
