“You have to tell me how
you did it or i swear, i will
blow off your head right
now. I didn’t come all the
way here to laugh with
you” i threatened seriously.
Esther breathed deeply,
stared at me for some
seconds before shrugging.
“fine, sit down you will
have your story” she said
cautiously.
“don’t worry about me, just
talk” i pushed on harshly.
“but why the fuck do you
want to know how your
husband died?. Anyway
here is your story. You are
still going down no matter
what” she said with a smile,
reached for the bottle of
strong wine by her side,
poured out a shot and
gulped it all down.
“you Africans are very
dumb. You are nothing but
an opportunist. You
deserve whatever that is
coming to you” she
breathed fiercely.
“do you know that I’ve
been with Damian since my
childhood. We were
together all through high
school and college. We were
together till a silly friend of
his dragged him to Africa.
Everything changed from
that moment, but i still
waited and hoped. Then
what?” she stopped, shook
her head, sucked on her
cigarette and blew out
thick clouds of smoke,
equally studying me
cautiously.
“i heard that a fucking
black like you has gotten
him completely off the
hook. It was unbelievable. I
couldn’t take it. I swore to
ruin everything” she
poured out while my hand
trembled.
“I made plans with my
cousin who agreed with me
in everything. We all joined
Damian’s mother and her
train. Together we came to
Nigeria” she stopped and
blew out more smoke from
her mouth.
“do you smoke?” she asked
quietly.
“no just continue with the
story?” i urged.
“we arrived Nigeria and i
still tried my best to stop
him from marrying you but
no he wouldn’t listen. So
after the wedding when
everyone was carried away
with excitement. I
discreetly told him to meet
me at the garden by 12am.
It was a long wait, but he
finally showed up and i got
him distracted while my
cousin slit him up. It was a
clean revenge, but the
whole plan changed when
we got to the room and
saw you deeply asleep.
Instead of killing you, we
decided to pin the crime on
you by getting your prints
on the murder weapon.
Unfortunately your mother
inlaw spoiled everything
the next morning by pulling
out the knife from her dead
son’s body. Anyway you
are still damned. I heard the
case is being moved over to
my country” she concluded
with a laugh while a cold
shiver ran down my spine.
That exact moment,
somebody pushed on the
door leading to the room
which i earlier locked,
drawing my attention and
equally making me take my
eyes off Esther.
With that split opportunity,
she pounced on me like a
tiger, knocked me down
and opened the room door.
A white muscular guy
walked in and grinned at
me.
“oh what do we have
here?” he asked with a cold
smile. I instantly knew he
was the murderer. The idiot
that murdered my husband.

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