Pastor’s Second Wife- Part Five

Part Five

A Story by Ayodele Adeoye

I became a shadow of myself after the second encounter with Deji. Since then, Deji practically turned me into his sex slave. He has since forgotten everything about Stella and her pregnancy. The will to say no to him died because I saw that there was no need to stop him again. He had seen everything in me. At a time, I began to enjoy it too. It grew from casual sex to an affair.

Deji relocated me from my house to a better accommodation around Ikeja. He got the house without discussing it with me. He called me one afternoon, “Mercy where are you?”

“At the office of course.”

He asked me to take a 30-minute excuse to join him around Ojudu side because he had a surprise for me. What could that be? I thought within me. I left the office to meet him at the junction where he promised to wait for me.

“Enter the car,” he ordered me. I obeyed, and then he drove me straight into a compound and pointed to a two bedroom flat. “This is your new house.” He handed me the keys and asked me to enter the car again; then he drove me back to the same junction and gave me N 2,000 to take a cab back to the office. I watched the whole thing unfold like a drama. I was so surprised that I couldn’t utter a word to him.

For three days, I pondered on what happened. I didn’t step into the house until a week later. When I got to the house to do some cleaning, I was shocked! Deji had furnished the house to a desirable taste. He bought everything I would ever need in the house, including a set of foreign furniture. He kept the spare keys with him so he could come anytime he chose. Deji was readily available like a man who is not married. Sometimes, I wondered what he tells his wife because he was always with me. My house became his second home. He pays my bills and even opened a savings account for me where he transfers N 10,000 to every Monday. This was neither my pocket money nor my upkeep. He never failed to make the transfer every Monday.

After some time, he moved me back to the headquarter church as the choir leader. I became so powerful in the church that I was the brain behind almost all the decisions made involving church, including local transfers. Deji knew how to play his game so well that nobody suspected anything between us. In the church he was very formal and official. He was also hardworking so you hardly see lapses in his work.

On the 13th of January, I began to feel feverish so I called Deji.

“I need to go to the hospital,” I told him on the phone, “I have been feeling feverish and tired for some days. I have taken panadol but there’s no relief at all.”

“I will come and take you there shortly,” he promised.

“No, there won’t be need for that. I will be fine,” I assured him.

You are already guessing the reason for my sickness; wait till you read what happened in part six…

(Story copied from another source)

To be continued in part six…