MY WEDDING NIGHT

EPISODE 13

I had to brave all odds to be here. The police believe Esther killed my husband. I had no choice than to try to get a confession out of her" I poured out. "Don't tell me you are listening to that bitch?"
Esther suddenly shouted. I turned, looked at her & smiled.

"Oh no, they won't listen to me but will listen to this" I smiled, pulled out the small recorder which surprising was still recording, stopped it & turned on the tape. The whole room went dead as everyone listened. The tape wasn't as audible & clear as I hoped it would be, nevertheless it was loud enough for everyone in the room to listen easily. My heart pounded with excitement as everyone listened to Esther's confession which really was accurate & up to point. Such a perfect confession it was...
Seriously Esther underestimated me by not thinking that I could come up with such invention. Yea just like most of the white folks in
the room, she thought we blacks were foolish & incapable of thinking straight. I never knew
what gave them such mentality, however, I must confess, none of them uttered such word to my
face but their behaviour clearly showed their resentment.

The first rule of every fight is never to underestimate your enemy but Esther clearly abused that rule & sold out herself in a way I never imagined. Seriously I never expected her to give such detailed confession to me. It was
simply amazing & unbelievable.
Her behaviour was a very stupid one but to be sincere nobody would have expected a woman in
my condition to come up with such an awesome plan. She never had any reason to believe that I
could come up with something very unique. In her mind, I was a very bitter woman who might
equally be mentally unstable due to the trauma I was passing over my husband's death.
As the tape played, she slowly coloured up while the atmosphere in the room grew tense and grim. I
forced out a smile, nodding as the message delivered across to everyone in the room. On getting to the part where the fight broke out. I switched off the tape & breathed deeply.
"That's what I came to get. That's my defence. I'm no murderer. You all heard the confession" I breathed with satisfaction. My brother came forward & took the recorder from me while the
muscular guy who fought us minutes earlier rushed to my gun which was lying on Esther's
bed, but before he could get to it, almost all the guys in the room rushed & held him down.
Esther slowly sat on the floor & cried. "This is a setup. Nooo" she cried. Damian's mother drew forward, hugged me & cried.
"you just changed my belief towards Nigerians. You went all the way to the end of the road to prove your innocence. You did what only a few women will be brave to do. While I harboured my son's killer, you took every risk to find the truth" she cried bitterly.
"mum please stop. I'm just satisfied that your eyes have opened" I breathed. It was such an emotional scene. Oh how I wish
you guys were there to witness it all.
So what happened after??...
Hmmmmmmm
"you guys should please call the
police" Damian's mother cried
on my shoulder while one of the
guys in the room left instantly
to do her bidding. I also threw a
look at my brother who quickly
brought out his phone & called Detective Jeremiah.
"The police will soon be here,
please stop crying. You got to
consider your eyes" I begged
solemnly. "let's go to my room dear, we have a lot to talk," she said softly, pulled away from me,
grabbed my hand and led me to
her room while my brother
stayed behind {with the other
men in the room} to keep an
eye on Esther and her so called cousin who hid his face with
shame.
On getting to the old lady's
room, she prepared two cups of
hot tea offered one to me and
drank the second one. "I'm so deeply ashamed of myself. I'm so sorry for everything. Seriously I have known Esther for such a long
time. I never believed she was
capable of committing murder
in a foreign soil" she apologized
softly with tears in her eyes.
"I have nothing against your
behaviour towards me. Most
women would do the same. So
please stop troubling yourself" I
begged. "we are heading back to the states in two days. Hope you
are coming with us?" she asked.
I breathed deeply & looked
down.
Seriously I wasn't expecting
such question because all my focus was on exonerating myself
to avoid standing trial in America but things now have changed. I had every reason to go with them, if not for anything else but to participate in my husband's burial. But I just felt indecisive when she popped up the question. I couldn't utter a word.
"You have to testify against Esther and her accomplice. They will stand trial in my country, moreover, you also have a big
role to play in my son's burial"
she pushed softly. "I know mom, but I do have some unfinished things I have to take care of in Nigeria. I also can't stand the courtroom. I know how the justice system in your country works.

THE END

THANK YOU FOR STAYING TUNED

COMING SOON........ "WHEN YOU FIND LOVE"

Kindly drop your comments and share the story on your time line thanks.

MY WEDDING NIGHT

EPISODE 12

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 & 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 12 am. It was a long wait, but he finally showed up and I got him
distracted while my cousin slits his throat. It was a clean revenge, but the whole plan changed when
we got to the room & 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-in-law
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 the door leading to the room which I earlier locked,
drawing my attention & equally making me take my eyes off Esther.
With that split opportunity, she pounced on me like a tiger, knocked me down & opened the
room door. A white muscular guy walked in & 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.
I picked up my gun and nervously pointed it at the huge white guy who simply scoffed, drew forward & grabbed the gun, slapping me at the same time & sending me down with a ferocious kick on my left leg.
"bitch" he cursed coldly, while Esther placed a hand on his shoulder & laughed.
"I heard noises from my room. I couldn't imagine who you were talking with by this hour, so i
decided to check up on you" he explained while she nodded.
"Yeah, I knew you would come. That was why I slightly raised up my voice when talking to the
idiot" she replied & spat on me. I stared at them like a caged animal, clueless on what next
to do.
The tape, however, was still in my jacket recording everything that was happening, but it equally added to the tension in me. I was scared they were going to search me & discover it.
"so what's she doing here?" he asked Esther who shrugged & eyed me. "the bitch broke out of detention to query me on
how her silly husband died" she answered.
"Now what do we do with her, should we wake everyone in the house & tell them of her presence?" she asked the guy.
"we have to tie her up first before thinking of what to do next. Hold the gun, let me go get a rope" he answered & passed the gun to her.
"don't try anything funny if you still value what's left of your life" he threatened & headed to the
door while I shook with fear.
Fortunately, as he opened the door to leave the room, a big stick landed on his head, sending him
back to the room with a powerful force while he screamed out in pain.
I couldn't believe my eyes as I saw my brother walk into the room like a super hero. I was over
joyed & stunned. But my joy was short lived because Esther instantly drew back with fear,
aimed & fired the only bullet in the gun at my brother.
"Nooo nooo!" I screamed and leaped at her like a hyena.... Of course, the whole plan looked ruined that fateful moment.
I pushed Esther to her bed, grabbed the gun and
rushed to my brother who luckily was still standing.
"Are you hurt?" I asked nervously.
"Thank God she missed, let's get out of here" he answered & held my hand, but instantly, Esther
grabbed me from behind & dragged me back to the bed, delivering few punches on my face.
My brother tried separating us but the muscular white guy closed in on him, throwing out a punch
which my brother dodged. In no time, the room turned into a battle field.
My brother and I desperately struggled to wade them off & run away, while Esther and her guy
did everything possible to hold us back. It really was a violent confrontation. In no time we were
all bleeding. However, the earlier gunshot & noise we made
as we fought soon attracted everyone in the house. In a matter of minutes, the room was filled with surprised white folks, the two Nigerian gate men & two other black male servants.
We were instantly separated & surrounded while Esther smiled with a triumphant look in her eyes.
"They came to murder us in our sleep. Can you imagine?. She even brought a gun" She complained breathlessly, while every other
person in the room gasped with shock. Damian's mother came forward & looked into my eyes.
"How did you get out of jail? why did you kill my son, why are you here? and what did we do to
you?" she asked coldly.
Tears fell from my eyes, I breathed deeply & controlled myself. I had to act cool. It was the first time I was being given a listening ear.
"I never killed Damian, I never killed your son. I doubt if any black woman will kill a man who has good intentions for her. I came here looking for answers.
.

Episode 13 next

MY WEDDING NIGHT

EPISODE 11

It’s already charged” he said with care, as he gave me the recorder
with little lecture on how to
use it. “here are the gloves as well.
You need no lecture on how to use them” he joked.
“please don’t disappoint me” he begged. I nodded, gave him a reassuring smile & alighted from his car. The detective was just a perfect gentleman.
“so what now?” my brother asked as I joined him in his car. “let’s go home first. I want to see mum” I answered quietly. He gave me a long look, licked his lips & drove me home without another word.
___
10pm arrived much faster than I expected. I soon found myself at the back of my husband’s house with my heart pounding furiously while my eyes examined the fence as i prepared to scale it. Yea i was born & raised in the village among boys. I knew how to climb perfectly well. My only fear was on how to achieve my mission without being detected.
I surveyed the area for the last time, reached inside my black jacket & touched the pistol my
brother gave me minutes earlier.
"it has only one bullet. You are not going in there to shoot anybody but i'm giving it to you
because no knows what might happen when you get there" he said as he gave me the little
weapon, equally giving me a quick lesson on how to use it.
With one quick breathe, Ii scaled the fence, wounding as barbed wires tore my trouser. But
the injury was nothing compared to the wound in my heart. I pushed on, very determined to finish the task ahead. In no time i was at the backyard. I quickly
headed straight to the garden & stopped for a minute to take a look at the crime scene where
the detective believed my husband was murdered. Tears instantly fell from my eyes.
"Damian i believe you are watching. I know you are right here. I know a murdered spirit is always at the spot where his life was taken away. Yes i believe in it. I believe in superstition. I can't do
this without you. Please help me" I cried quietly, picked up myself and walked into the building with determination.
All the security lights were glaring as I made my way into the big house. But instead of being
caught with the help of the lights, I was guided to the guest rooms by the same wonderful lights.
However it really wasn't easy knowing the particular room to check. I had to start from the
first room downstairs, but luckily the first three rooms were locked, leaving me with no choice
than to move over to the fourth room. I slowly opened the door but the room was very dark
inside. I couldn't see anything.
I drew back to the corridor, closed the door & checked my recorder which was in good working
condition. I smiled with satisfaction, safely tucked it back into the breast pocket of my
jacket, pulled out a small touch light from my trouser & slowly walked into the room, flashing
my torch light.
"Who the heck is that?" a lady suddenly screamed from the bed, switching on the electric table lamp by her side, & revealing her face in the process. She was no other person than Esther Hardey. The lady I came looking for. I breathed deeply, drew back, locked the door & switched on the main lights of the room which equally revealed my face to the frightened lady.
"Oh shit, you?? You got to be kidding me" she instantly smiled on seeing my face, equally
regaining all her composure as if she was sure I wouldn't do anything to her. I quickly pulled out my gun from the jacket while she scoffed on seeing it.
"Oh please," she hissed, sat up on her bed, grabbed a stick of cigarette & lighted it.
"what the hell do you want?" she asked coldly
"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 & 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 & hoped. Then what?" she stopped, shook her head, sucked on her cigarette & blew out thick clouds of smoke, equally studying me cautiously.
"I heard that a fucking black like you have 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 & her train.

Episode 12 next