💋I RIDE HER HUSBAND TO CLOUD 9 🔞💔
Episode 7
The Night He Chose Peace
Michael stopped sleeping in his own house.
The fights had become too much.
Grace would shout from morning till night.
She would throw things.
She would call him names.
She would lock the bedroom door and leave him in the parlour like a stranger.
She earned more money now, senior position in the Ministry, so she acted like the marriage belonged to her alone.
She would come home at 2 a.m., smelling of perfume and alcohol.
She would tell the children, “Your father is useless.”
Michael became tired.
Soul tired.
He started packing small bag and going to Maureen’s place almost every night.
Maureen’s small room became his safe place.
The moment he entered, peace would cover him like blanket.
Maureen would open the door with her gentle smile.
“Sir, welcome.”
She would warm food for him, sit beside him, hold his hand, and listen.
No shouting.
No insult.
No judgment.
Just peace.
Just understanding.
Just love.
Michael started healing.
He started smiling again.
He started planning for tomorrow again.
He started feeling like a man again.
One weekend, he took Maureen to a better area in town.
He paid one year rent for a beautiful one-bedroom flat.
New furniture.
Constant light.
Borehole.
Security.
“Maureen, I no want you suffer again. This place be your own now.”
Maureen cried.
“Sir, I no know how to thank you.”
He held her face.
“You don already thank me every day with your heart.”
From that day, Michael started sleeping there almost every night.
He would come after work, eat the food she cooked with love, talk about his day, laugh at small things, and sleep with his head on her lap while she rubbed his hair.
No rush for anything.
Just closeness.
Just comfort.
Just two hearts beating together.
Maureen was still gentle, still respectful.
She would call him “sir” even in the new flat.
She would kneel to serve him food.
She would pray for him every night.
Michael started planning divorce.
He went to a lawyer quietly.
He gathered evidence of Grace’s cheating — photos, messages, hotel receipts.
He was tired of pretending.
He wanted to be free.
He wanted to breathe.
When the divorce papers were ready, he served Grace one quiet morning.
She opened the envelope, read it, and the whole house shook with her scream.
“Michael! You wan divorce me? After everything I do for this family?”
Michael calm.
“Grace, you don do everything finish. You don kill the marriage.”
Grace started crying, begging, rolling on the floor.
“I go change! I go stop everything! Don’t leave me!”
Michael no shake.
“Too late.”
That same week, rumours started flying in town.
“Michael don get new woman.”
“Na that fine fuel girl for station.”
“Grace husband don carry side chick enter house.”
Grace heard the rumour and fire catch her.
She started asking questions.
She started following Michael small small.
She saw the new flat key on his key holder.
She saw the new area he was driving to every night.
She saw the smile on his face when his phone beep.
Grace became mad with jealousy.
She called her friends.
“I go deal with that small girl. She think say she fit take my husband?”
One Friday evening, Grace dressed in her most expensive lace, carried her big Prado, and drove straight to the new address she had forced from Michael’s driver.
Maureen was in the flat, cooking Michael’s favourite egusi soup, singing small small, waiting for him to come back from work.
She no know say storm dey come.
Grace parked outside, heart beating with anger, fear, and jealousy.
She come down from car, wrapper tied tight, gold jewellery flashing.
She march go the door.
Knock loud loud.
BOOM BOOM BOOM!
Maureen open door small, wondering who.
She see one angry woman standing there like thunder.
Grace push the door wide.
“You be the ashawo wey dey chop my husband?”
Maureen freeze.
The storm don land.
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Episode 7
The Night He Chose Peace
Michael stopped sleeping in his own house.
The fights had become too much.
Grace would shout from morning till night.
She would throw things.
She would call him names.
She would lock the bedroom door and leave him in the parlour like a stranger.
She earned more money now, senior position in the Ministry, so she acted like the marriage belonged to her alone.
She would come home at 2 a.m., smelling of perfume and alcohol.
She would tell the children, “Your father is useless.”
Michael became tired.
Soul tired.
He started packing small bag and going to Maureen’s place almost every night.
Maureen’s small room became his safe place.
The moment he entered, peace would cover him like blanket.
Maureen would open the door with her gentle smile.
“Sir, welcome.”
She would warm food for him, sit beside him, hold his hand, and listen.
No shouting.
No insult.
No judgment.
Just peace.
Just understanding.
Just love.
Michael started healing.
He started smiling again.
He started planning for tomorrow again.
He started feeling like a man again.
One weekend, he took Maureen to a better area in town.
He paid one year rent for a beautiful one-bedroom flat.
New furniture.
Constant light.
Borehole.
Security.
“Maureen, I no want you suffer again. This place be your own now.”
Maureen cried.
“Sir, I no know how to thank you.”
He held her face.
“You don already thank me every day with your heart.”
From that day, Michael started sleeping there almost every night.
He would come after work, eat the food she cooked with love, talk about his day, laugh at small things, and sleep with his head on her lap while she rubbed his hair.
No rush for anything.
Just closeness.
Just comfort.
Just two hearts beating together.
Maureen was still gentle, still respectful.
She would call him “sir” even in the new flat.
She would kneel to serve him food.
She would pray for him every night.
Michael started planning divorce.
He went to a lawyer quietly.
He gathered evidence of Grace’s cheating — photos, messages, hotel receipts.
He was tired of pretending.
He wanted to be free.
He wanted to breathe.
When the divorce papers were ready, he served Grace one quiet morning.
She opened the envelope, read it, and the whole house shook with her scream.
“Michael! You wan divorce me? After everything I do for this family?”
Michael calm.
“Grace, you don do everything finish. You don kill the marriage.”
Grace started crying, begging, rolling on the floor.
“I go change! I go stop everything! Don’t leave me!”
Michael no shake.
“Too late.”
That same week, rumours started flying in town.
“Michael don get new woman.”
“Na that fine fuel girl for station.”
“Grace husband don carry side chick enter house.”
Grace heard the rumour and fire catch her.
She started asking questions.
She started following Michael small small.
She saw the new flat key on his key holder.
She saw the new area he was driving to every night.
She saw the smile on his face when his phone beep.
Grace became mad with jealousy.
She called her friends.
“I go deal with that small girl. She think say she fit take my husband?”
One Friday evening, Grace dressed in her most expensive lace, carried her big Prado, and drove straight to the new address she had forced from Michael’s driver.
Maureen was in the flat, cooking Michael’s favourite egusi soup, singing small small, waiting for him to come back from work.
She no know say storm dey come.
Grace parked outside, heart beating with anger, fear, and jealousy.
She come down from car, wrapper tied tight, gold jewellery flashing.
She march go the door.
Knock loud loud.
BOOM BOOM BOOM!
Maureen open door small, wondering who.
She see one angry woman standing there like thunder.
Grace push the door wide.
“You be the ashawo wey dey chop my husband?”
Maureen freeze.
The storm don land.
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