16/12/2025
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I invited 200 guests to my 10th Wedding Anniversary just to play a video of my wife sleeping with her Gym Instructor on the massive projector screen.
They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Mine was served frozen.
My wife, Tolu, is currently rolling on the floor of the Event Hall in Ikeja, crying and begging. Her mother has fainted. Her pastor is pretending to be on a phone call.
But I am sitting in my G-Wagon, drinking a cold bottle of water, feeling lighter than air.
For the past ten years, I was the "Mugu." The ATM. The foolish husband.
I work on an Oil Rig. I spend two weeks at sea, two weeks at home. I sent Tolu millions to start businesses that always "failed." I built a house in her father’s village. I bought her a Range Rover for her last birthday.
We have three beautiful children. Or so I thought.
Six months ago, our last born, Davidson, fell sick. He needed blood. I rushed to the hospital, rolling up my sleeves, ready to donate.
The Doctor, who is my old secondary school classmate, pullI invited 200 classmate, pulled me into his office. He looked uncomfortable.
“Bro, your blood type is O Negative,” he said. “Tolu is O Positive. The boy is AB Positive.”
I laughed. “What does that mean? Biology was not my best subject.”
He didn't laugh. “It means, biologically, it is impossible for you to be the father.”
My world stopped.
I told him to run a DNA test on all three kids.
I waited for two weeks. Those two weeks were hell. I looked at Tolu sleeping beside me, snoring peacefully, and I wanted to strangle her. But I kept quiet.
The results came back.
Child 1 (Junior): 0% Probability of Paternity.
Child 2 (Sandra): 0% Probability of Paternity.
Child 3 (Davidson): 0% Probability of Paternity.
I had been training another man’s platoon for 10 years.
I didn't scream. I didn't fight. I didn't even ask her.
Instead, I told her, “Baby, for our 10th Anniversary, I want to give you the wedding of your dreams. A Vow Renewal.” story by jer