MY HUSBBAND ALWAYS SAYS TO ME THAT A WIFE IS NOT FAMILY… JUST A WIFE UNTIL SOMETHING HAPPENED...PART 6
"You're welcome," I answered Ini, breathing out slowly as everything that just happened replayed in my mind like a scene from a powerful movie.
I was still in her house, standing in her living room. The curtains were half-open, sunlight pouring in through the windows and lighting the scattered furniture. On the tiled floor, her husband, Kelvin, was still tied like a stubborn goat, lying there and shivering, begging for Ini to untie him.
His voice trembled, his eyes swollen. He looked nothing like the arrogant man who used to raise his hands at Ini.
"Will you ever in your life beat a woman again?" Ini asked him, her voice cold, steady, dangerous.
"No, no, I won't... I promise… please, I won’t," her husband said quickly, nodding like a frightened child. Then he looked up at her with confusion. "But this is not the wife I married… what happened? How did you change?"
"So you still have mouth to talk, abi?" Ini moved closer, folding her arms. “Ehn Kelvin, you cheat and still beat me on top of it. You gaslight and manipulate me. And you expect me to accept it because I’m a woman? To be the one fighting for my marriage while you go out and enjoy yourself? I’m already looking older than my age because of you.”
Kelvin cried like a child.
"I'm sorry… it won't happen again. I promise I'll change," he sobbed.
Ini finally bent down and untied him.
"Stand up and go and get I and my friend cold glasses of water. Fast. Non-sense. Every time some of you men trample on good women, you treat your wives like nothing. Be fast with that water ooo!" she shouted.
Kelvin scrambled up immediately and hurried to the kitchen. In a few minutes, he returned with two glasses of cold water, his hands shaking slightly.
Ini laughed — that wicked laugh women laugh when power finally shifts.
"When I want to serve you food, do I not kneel? You make me kneel and serve you, so why are you standing? Kneel down before I collect that water from you," she commanded. "And sit down there, because after drinking this water you'll return the glasses, and then lectures will start. I will teach you how to behave in this house. I gave you enough time to change. I prayed, but you said no. Since your mother and father didn’t do a great job, let me help them."
I chuckled loudly.
Ini was a queen that day.
But trouble is never far.
We didn’t know how a neighbour found out what was happening and called Kelvin’s parents and siblings. While we were still sitting there, Ini’s phone rang. She picked up.
His mother’s voice exploded through the phone.
"Bia this girl, are you stupid? How can you beat your husband? You better free my son! He is a man! You can’t treat him with such disrespect!" she shouted.
Ini hissed.
“Can you stop shouting in my ears, ma? Please talk calmly before I cut this call.”
“Aaaa Ini! You’ve changed ooo! This isn’t how you talk to me before!” the woman screamed.
“Well, I just decided that if I continue to tolerate you and your family's nonsense, I’ll die before my time. And Kelvin will just remarry without thinking twice. So I stood up for myself,” Ini said calmly.
“You were supposed to pray for your marriage! Why would you beat your husband? Release him now or I’ll call his siblings and they’ll come and deal with you like usual!” the mother threatened.
Ini’s eyes sharpened.
“See ehn, this woman, it’s like you’re crossing your boundaries. This is not the Ini you knew ooo. If you send your children here, I will make sure I disfigure their faces the same way they joined my husband to disfigure mine. And if you step your foot into this house, you will not like me. I have been tolerating you people for years. This is between Kelvin and I. Allow us sort out marital issues.”
She hung up.
I burst into praises.
"As a woman, it's good to stand up for yourself," I told her, clapping softly. She nodded, her face calm for the first time in years.
Then it was time for Kelvin’s lecture.
He was still whimpering, holding his back where Ini used enough anger to reset his senses.
"So from today, Kelvy,” Ini said, standing tall. “You will wake up early, cook, clean, and prepare the kids. You will run my bath water and you must be fast. That time you usually give me to finish up everything — that’s the time you should use. Make sure you wake up around 3am. If not, I’ll pour you water. Let’s see how far you will last, after insulting me every time I'm late."
Kelvin nodded weakly.
"Do you understand?" Ini asked.
"Yes..." he whispered.
"Yes what?" she asked sharply.
"Yes ma’am…" he said.
I burst into uncontrollable laughter.
Ini had transformed before my eyes.
I hugged her.
"Toughen up, queen," I whispered. "I'm proud of you."
Soon it was time for me to leave. I told her I needed to pick my kids from school.
"Thank you so much, Blessing, for today," she said as I walked to my car.
When I got home…
Henry was still in the same position I left him.
Still on the floor.
Still helpless.
The house smelled like frustration, bitterness, and the burden of consequences.
But because of my children, I arranged him gently and put him in a good position. They didn’t deserve to see their father like that.
"Thank you,” he whispered.
“Don’t thank me,” I said flatly. “I did this because of the children. I don’t want them seeing this mess.”
I was about to walk away when he used the only hand he had left working to grab my wrist gently.
"Blessing… I'm sorry," he cried. “I'm so sorry for everything. I know I hurt you… but I'm sorry.”
I stared at him without blinking.
“Crocodile tears,” I said. “You're sorry because you were caught and nothing more. This whole 'I'm sorry' wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t have that accident abi?”
I knelt slightly so he could hear me clearly.
“You Henry… what are you even sorry for? Is it the insults your family gave me? The neglect? Having family meetings behind my back because you said I’m ‘not family’ — just a wife? Is it the putting of documents in your mother’s and siblings’ names? Is it the cheating I caught you doing? Henry, what exactly are you saying sorry for?”
“For everything,” he sobbed. “I’m sorry for everything. Maybe God just wanted to open my eyes… maybe He wanted to punish me, but now I understand. I’m sorry…”
“So I should forgive you?” I asked quietly. “You’re no longer useful to me, Henry. You’re just a burden now. And I can’t be a nanny to you. You just need help — that’s why you’re asking for forgiveness. You, Henry, are not repentant.”
I tried to walk away.
"But can you at least help me take my bath… please?" he begged.
I laughed.
A deep, wicked laugh.
"I knew it. You needed help, that's why you apologized. Well news flash, Henry… this isn't the Blessing you knew."
I was about to finish that sentence when the front door burst open.
His mother and siblings—his so-called "family"—walked in dramatically.
"Thank God they're here so they'll help you," I said, stepping aside.
But before I could walk away, his brother, Gozie, called me roughly.
"Hey you… come here. Why are you walking away from us? Ehn? We now own this house and we’ll soon throw you out, so be humble and behave," he said arrogantly.
I just laughed.
“Henry, where is the key to the safe?” his mother asked.
Henry quickly pointed to the keys I dropped on his cupboard.
Amaka rushed and grabbed it, pushing Henry back to the floor.
"What a family," I muttered.
She opened the safe and took all the documents inside…
All the fake ones.
Because the originals?
They were with me.
“I’m too sharp,” I whispered to myself.
They began celebrating, jubilating, praising themselves as if they had just won a war.
Then Mama faced me.
"If you still want to stay in this house, quickly go and prepare some food for us," she ordered, talking to me like I was a maid.
Something snapped inside me.
Ini beating her husband flashed into my mind like a siren.
"See, Mama, if you're hungry, please use the kitchen. It's large enough. Or send Amaka or Gozie to go and cook something for you. Or better still, eat outside. I am not a maid in my own home," I said calmly.
"What? Is it my mother you're talking to like that?" Amaka shouted, rushing toward me.
My palms tingled.
They were itching.
Like my hand had been waiting to land a slap since last year.
I muttered quietly:
"Touch me first. Let me unleash the devil in you."
And she did not disappoint.
She charged forward and attempted to slap me across the face.
But before she even landed it…
I gave her two hot, dirty, resetting slaps that shook her destiny.
Her wig shifted, covered her face, and she fell down screaming like someone seeing masquerade in broad daylight.
"Come now! You want a taste?" I asked Gozie.
He shook his head quickly and ran away like a goat chased by thunder.
"If you want to eat, Mama, enter the kitchen. All man for himself. Even you, Henry. After all—you said I’m not your family."
I walked away with the grace of a queen.
"I’m already processing I and the kids’ visas,” I muttered to myself. “All the original documents are with me. I can’t wait to see their faces when I tell them I sold the house and they should pack out.”
I walked back to my room, head held high, shoulders squared, heart steady.
For the first time in a long time…
I felt powerful.
To be continued…
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"You're welcome," I answered Ini, breathing out slowly as everything that just happened replayed in my mind like a scene from a powerful movie.
I was still in her house, standing in her living room. The curtains were half-open, sunlight pouring in through the windows and lighting the scattered furniture. On the tiled floor, her husband, Kelvin, was still tied like a stubborn goat, lying there and shivering, begging for Ini to untie him.
His voice trembled, his eyes swollen. He looked nothing like the arrogant man who used to raise his hands at Ini.
"Will you ever in your life beat a woman again?" Ini asked him, her voice cold, steady, dangerous.
"No, no, I won't... I promise… please, I won’t," her husband said quickly, nodding like a frightened child. Then he looked up at her with confusion. "But this is not the wife I married… what happened? How did you change?"
"So you still have mouth to talk, abi?" Ini moved closer, folding her arms. “Ehn Kelvin, you cheat and still beat me on top of it. You gaslight and manipulate me. And you expect me to accept it because I’m a woman? To be the one fighting for my marriage while you go out and enjoy yourself? I’m already looking older than my age because of you.”
Kelvin cried like a child.
"I'm sorry… it won't happen again. I promise I'll change," he sobbed.
Ini finally bent down and untied him.
"Stand up and go and get I and my friend cold glasses of water. Fast. Non-sense. Every time some of you men trample on good women, you treat your wives like nothing. Be fast with that water ooo!" she shouted.
Kelvin scrambled up immediately and hurried to the kitchen. In a few minutes, he returned with two glasses of cold water, his hands shaking slightly.
Ini laughed — that wicked laugh women laugh when power finally shifts.
"When I want to serve you food, do I not kneel? You make me kneel and serve you, so why are you standing? Kneel down before I collect that water from you," she commanded. "And sit down there, because after drinking this water you'll return the glasses, and then lectures will start. I will teach you how to behave in this house. I gave you enough time to change. I prayed, but you said no. Since your mother and father didn’t do a great job, let me help them."
I chuckled loudly.
Ini was a queen that day.
But trouble is never far.
We didn’t know how a neighbour found out what was happening and called Kelvin’s parents and siblings. While we were still sitting there, Ini’s phone rang. She picked up.
His mother’s voice exploded through the phone.
"Bia this girl, are you stupid? How can you beat your husband? You better free my son! He is a man! You can’t treat him with such disrespect!" she shouted.
Ini hissed.
“Can you stop shouting in my ears, ma? Please talk calmly before I cut this call.”
“Aaaa Ini! You’ve changed ooo! This isn’t how you talk to me before!” the woman screamed.
“Well, I just decided that if I continue to tolerate you and your family's nonsense, I’ll die before my time. And Kelvin will just remarry without thinking twice. So I stood up for myself,” Ini said calmly.
“You were supposed to pray for your marriage! Why would you beat your husband? Release him now or I’ll call his siblings and they’ll come and deal with you like usual!” the mother threatened.
Ini’s eyes sharpened.
“See ehn, this woman, it’s like you’re crossing your boundaries. This is not the Ini you knew ooo. If you send your children here, I will make sure I disfigure their faces the same way they joined my husband to disfigure mine. And if you step your foot into this house, you will not like me. I have been tolerating you people for years. This is between Kelvin and I. Allow us sort out marital issues.”
She hung up.
I burst into praises.
"As a woman, it's good to stand up for yourself," I told her, clapping softly. She nodded, her face calm for the first time in years.
Then it was time for Kelvin’s lecture.
He was still whimpering, holding his back where Ini used enough anger to reset his senses.
"So from today, Kelvy,” Ini said, standing tall. “You will wake up early, cook, clean, and prepare the kids. You will run my bath water and you must be fast. That time you usually give me to finish up everything — that’s the time you should use. Make sure you wake up around 3am. If not, I’ll pour you water. Let’s see how far you will last, after insulting me every time I'm late."
Kelvin nodded weakly.
"Do you understand?" Ini asked.
"Yes..." he whispered.
"Yes what?" she asked sharply.
"Yes ma’am…" he said.
I burst into uncontrollable laughter.
Ini had transformed before my eyes.
I hugged her.
"Toughen up, queen," I whispered. "I'm proud of you."
Soon it was time for me to leave. I told her I needed to pick my kids from school.
"Thank you so much, Blessing, for today," she said as I walked to my car.
When I got home…
Henry was still in the same position I left him.
Still on the floor.
Still helpless.
The house smelled like frustration, bitterness, and the burden of consequences.
But because of my children, I arranged him gently and put him in a good position. They didn’t deserve to see their father like that.
"Thank you,” he whispered.
“Don’t thank me,” I said flatly. “I did this because of the children. I don’t want them seeing this mess.”
I was about to walk away when he used the only hand he had left working to grab my wrist gently.
"Blessing… I'm sorry," he cried. “I'm so sorry for everything. I know I hurt you… but I'm sorry.”
I stared at him without blinking.
“Crocodile tears,” I said. “You're sorry because you were caught and nothing more. This whole 'I'm sorry' wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t have that accident abi?”
I knelt slightly so he could hear me clearly.
“You Henry… what are you even sorry for? Is it the insults your family gave me? The neglect? Having family meetings behind my back because you said I’m ‘not family’ — just a wife? Is it the putting of documents in your mother’s and siblings’ names? Is it the cheating I caught you doing? Henry, what exactly are you saying sorry for?”
“For everything,” he sobbed. “I’m sorry for everything. Maybe God just wanted to open my eyes… maybe He wanted to punish me, but now I understand. I’m sorry…”
“So I should forgive you?” I asked quietly. “You’re no longer useful to me, Henry. You’re just a burden now. And I can’t be a nanny to you. You just need help — that’s why you’re asking for forgiveness. You, Henry, are not repentant.”
I tried to walk away.
"But can you at least help me take my bath… please?" he begged.
I laughed.
A deep, wicked laugh.
"I knew it. You needed help, that's why you apologized. Well news flash, Henry… this isn't the Blessing you knew."
I was about to finish that sentence when the front door burst open.
His mother and siblings—his so-called "family"—walked in dramatically.
"Thank God they're here so they'll help you," I said, stepping aside.
But before I could walk away, his brother, Gozie, called me roughly.
"Hey you… come here. Why are you walking away from us? Ehn? We now own this house and we’ll soon throw you out, so be humble and behave," he said arrogantly.
I just laughed.
“Henry, where is the key to the safe?” his mother asked.
Henry quickly pointed to the keys I dropped on his cupboard.
Amaka rushed and grabbed it, pushing Henry back to the floor.
"What a family," I muttered.
She opened the safe and took all the documents inside…
All the fake ones.
Because the originals?
They were with me.
“I’m too sharp,” I whispered to myself.
They began celebrating, jubilating, praising themselves as if they had just won a war.
Then Mama faced me.
"If you still want to stay in this house, quickly go and prepare some food for us," she ordered, talking to me like I was a maid.
Something snapped inside me.
Ini beating her husband flashed into my mind like a siren.
"See, Mama, if you're hungry, please use the kitchen. It's large enough. Or send Amaka or Gozie to go and cook something for you. Or better still, eat outside. I am not a maid in my own home," I said calmly.
"What? Is it my mother you're talking to like that?" Amaka shouted, rushing toward me.
My palms tingled.
They were itching.
Like my hand had been waiting to land a slap since last year.
I muttered quietly:
"Touch me first. Let me unleash the devil in you."
And she did not disappoint.
She charged forward and attempted to slap me across the face.
But before she even landed it…
I gave her two hot, dirty, resetting slaps that shook her destiny.
Her wig shifted, covered her face, and she fell down screaming like someone seeing masquerade in broad daylight.
"Come now! You want a taste?" I asked Gozie.
He shook his head quickly and ran away like a goat chased by thunder.
"If you want to eat, Mama, enter the kitchen. All man for himself. Even you, Henry. After all—you said I’m not your family."
I walked away with the grace of a queen.
"I’m already processing I and the kids’ visas,” I muttered to myself. “All the original documents are with me. I can’t wait to see their faces when I tell them I sold the house and they should pack out.”
I walked back to my room, head held high, shoulders squared, heart steady.
For the first time in a long time…
I felt powerful.
To be continued…
Me: I'm here for the resetting slap😂😂
It's slapping season...
Kindly follow Benjamin Peace
