CHAPTER 1

I knew my marriage was in trouble the day my mother-in-law sent me M0ney for not sleeping with her son.

That night started like every other frustrating night in our house at GRA Port Harcourt. Ryan was in the living room, eyes glued to his laptop, pretending to work, pretending not to see me standing by the door in a new nightie I bought just for him. For two years, I’ve been trying to remind my husband that I’m his wife, not his roommate. But each time I move close, he either fakes a yawn or says, “Babe, I’m tired.”

At first, I thought maybe work was stressing him. He’s an engineer — always buried in one project or the other. But after months of silent rejection, I stopped believing my own excuses. No man is that tired every day.

That night, when he turned his back again and muttered, “Goodnight,” something in me just sank. I lay there staring at the ceiling, fighting tears. My phone buzzed. Bank alert. ₦23O,OOO. From Margaret Lewis. Ryan’s mother. The narration read, “Take care of yourself.”

I sat up immediately. I checked it again, thinking it was a mistake. But it wasn’t. She really sent me M0ney — and at that exact moment when her son refused to touch me.

I didn’t sleep that night. The next morning, I acted normal. Cooked breakfast, ironed his shirt, smiled like nothing happened. But in my mind, I was replaying that alert over and over. Why that amount? Why that message? And most importantly — how did she know?

Two weeks later, it happened again. Ryan came home late, avoided my eyes, went straight to bed. I didn’t beg this time. I just turned to my side, opened Instagram, and within minutes — another alert. ₦18O,OOO. Same sender. Same message.

That was when I knew it wasn’t coincidence.

I didn’t tell Ryan. I didn’t tell anyone. I just started keeping records — screenshots, dates, even the nights he refused to touch me. And the pattern was perfect. Every rejection came with M0ney. Every silence came with “Take care of yourself.”

It was almost like she was watching us from somewhere.

That night, I turned off the light and stared at my phone glowing in the dark. My heart was pounding, not because of the M0ney, but because of what it meant.

“Wait,” I whispered to myself. “What does she know?”

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