“I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. He’s six months old now.
But the painful truth is… I won’t be around to raise him.” 😭😭😭
My story is long, but I will try to share it the best way I can.
I have been married for almost two years. When I first met my husband, he seemed like everything a woman could ask for. He had a car, he ran a thriving electronics business, and he carried himself like a stable, hardworking man.
We rushed things. We married just six months after meeting, mostly because he insisted. He kept reminding me that he was 49, not getting any younger, and we needed to “start a family immediately.” I wasn’t comfortable with the speed, but I was 36 and afraid of missing my chance to be a mother… so I agreed.
We visited his family—they were overjoyed. Everything looked perfect.
What I didn’t know was that I was stepping into a life that would eventually destroy me.
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I Was the One Who Had Everything — But I Chose Love Over Pride
Before marriage, I was already very successful. I owned three huge shops, each doing wholesale business. I had multiple workers, two cars, and three houses. Everything I had, I built with my sweat.
But months after we married, my husband’s business collapsed—fast. I supported him again and again.
I spent more than ₦3 million trying to revive his business. Nothing worked.
He eventually sold his car too, yet still his business kept falling apart.
We were living in a rented apartment even though I owned three houses. I refused to move into my own homes because he was my husband, the head of the house, and I wanted to follow him.
But when he couldn’t even afford the rent anymore, I took over everything.
Bills. Food. Rent. Support to his parents. Even school fees for two of his siblings. I became both husband and wife in that house.
He later said he wanted to learn my kind of business. He begged me to let him follow me to my shop so he could learn and start again.
I agreed.
He followed me daily. I gave him my contacts. My suppliers. My wholesale connections. Everything.
Then I spent millions establishing a new shop for him.
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The Betrayal Began the Moment He Tasted Success
He started secretly stealing my customers.
If I sold a dozen items for ₦100k, he’d sell his for ₦99k—or even ₦97k—behind my back.
My own business started shrinking.
I swallowed the pain silently, refusing to confront him for the sake of peace.
Things got so bad I had to sell one of my shops just to recover.
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When I Got Pregnant, The Manipulation Took a New Turn
At eight months pregnant, the doctor said I needed rest. I put my sister in charge of my shops until I delivered.
After I gave birth to my son, that’s when my husband changed completely.
Holding our baby, he looked at me and said:
> “To secure our son’s future, we must put the houses and shops in my name.
If anything happens to you, the law favors the father.
It’s to protect our child.”
He gave me three reasons:
1. Inheritance protection
2. Business credibility for bank loans
3. Respect for him as “the man of the house”
I wanted to protect my child. I wanted my husband to succeed. So… I signed the papers.
I signed EVERYTHING into his name.
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Then My Body Started Failing
Six months after childbirth, I returned to work but began feeling strange. Weak. Lightheaded. My stomach burned constantly. For five days straight, I had severe nosebleeds.
Then I collapsed.
At the hospital, the doctor told me the truth that shattered my world:
My liver is severely damaged. Irreversibly.
I have less than seven months to live. 😭😭😭
The cause?
Chronic poisoning.
Food poisoning.
Over a long period.
My mind instantly thought of my husband. But I needed proof.
I installed hidden cameras in the house.
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The Truth I Saw on Camera Broke Me Forever
It wasn’t my husband doing it directly.
It was the nanny.
She was sprinkling something into my evening soup—slowly, carefully—right before my husband arrived home.
I confronted her privately. She broke down crying and confessed:
My husband hired her.
He was paying her to poison me.
Every day. Slowly. So it would look like natural death.
As I write this, both of them are in police custody.
My husband has been crying, begging, saying it was a mistake.
But none of that matters now.
Because I am dying.
I am dying.
And the one person I trusted with my life is the one who dug my grave.
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My Only Fear: My Baby Boy
Not even the betrayal hurts as much as the thought that my son will grow up without a mother.
Who will take care of him when:
His father is in jail,
He owns everything I worked for,
And I have only months left?
I don’t know if I should regret giving him everything.
I don’t know if I should cry or scream.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel anymore.
All I know is…
I wanted a family.
I wanted love.
And now I’m dying because of it. 😭😭😭
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