💋I RIDE HER HUSBAND TO CLOUD 9 🔥💔
Episode 6
Michael had found a new kind of peace, and it had a name: Maureen.
Every day after work, he found himself driving toward North Bank instead of going straight home.
He would park a little distance from her compound, call her, and she would come out wearing simple gown and slippers, smiling like sunrise.
They would sit in his car or walk to a quiet spot near the river.
No rush.
No pressure.
Just two people who understood each other without plenty words.
Maureen had just been deflowered by him two weeks ago.
She was still shy, still gentle, still innocent about love matters.
But she knew one thing: when Michael held her hand, the world felt safe.
When he kissed her forehead, her heart felt full.
When he entered her garden slow and deep, she felt like she was flying to cloud 9.
They never planned it.
It just happened again and again.
In her small room when light went off.
In his car parked behind a dark street.
In a small guest house when the feelings became too much.
Michael would hold her like she was precious.
He would kiss her slow, touch her gentle, make her feel things she never knew existed.
Maureen would wrap her arms around him, whisper his name, let him take her to places only he knew.
After, they would lie quiet, her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“Maureen, you don save my life,” he would say.
She would smile shy.
“Sir, you be my peace too.”
At home, Grace was losing her mind.
Michael no longer asked where she went.
He no longer complained when she came late.
He no longer looked sad when she locked the bedroom door.
He just smiled, ate his food, watched TV, and slept.
Grace started fighting.
One night she came back at 2 a.m.
Michael was in parlour watching news, smiling at his phone.
She dropped her bag loud.
“Michael, wetin dey make you happy like this these days?”
He looked up calm.
“Nothing o. Just life.”
She hissed.
“You no dey care about me again? You no dey ask where I dey?”
Michael shrugged.
“Grace, do wetin you like. I don tire to beg.”
She vex.
The next day, she started monitoring him.
She checked his phone when he was bathing.
She saw Maureen’s name with heart emoji.
She saw transfers — 100k, 150k, 80k.
She saw messages:
“Thank you sir, I love you.”
“I miss you already.”
“I can’t wait to see you tonight.”
Grace eye turn red.
That night, she confronted him.
“Michael, who be this Maureen wey you dey send money every week? The one wey you dey call ‘my love’?”
Michael calm.
“My friend. Good girl. I dey help am.”
Grace shout.
“Help am with my own money? You think I no sabi wetin dey happen? You dey knack am?”
Michael look her for eye.
“If I dey knack person, na because you don close shop for house one year now.”
Grace raised hand to slap am.
Michael catch the hand.
“Grace, no try am.”
She pull hand, start to cry fake tears.
“You no love me again. You wan leave me because of one small girl.”
Michael no answer.
He just carry pillow go parlour sleep.
From that day, Grace started fighting every small thing.
She started locking bedroom door with key.
She started hiding phone under pillow.
She started coming home later and later.
She started bringing her new man to the house when she thought Michael travelled.
But Michael no longer cared.
Because every night, him go call Maureen.
And Maureen go answer with soft voice.
“Sir, how you dey?”
And Michael go smile for dark.
“I dey fine now, because I don hear your voice.”
Maureen was still gentle.
She never asked for plenty money.
She never pressured him.
She just gave him peace.
And love.
And her body when he needed it.
Michael started smiling again.
Laughing again.
Breathing freely again.
All because of one quiet fuel attendant who listened when nobody else did.
But Grace was watching.
Grace was burning.
Grace was planning.
Because the peace her husband found with another woman…
Was the same peace she had denied him for years.
And a woman who loses her husband’s heart…
Will do anything to get it back.
Even if it means destroying the person who took it.
The fire was burning.
And Maureen had no idea.
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Episode 6
Michael had found a new kind of peace, and it had a name: Maureen.
Every day after work, he found himself driving toward North Bank instead of going straight home.
He would park a little distance from her compound, call her, and she would come out wearing simple gown and slippers, smiling like sunrise.
They would sit in his car or walk to a quiet spot near the river.
No rush.
No pressure.
Just two people who understood each other without plenty words.
Maureen had just been deflowered by him two weeks ago.
She was still shy, still gentle, still innocent about love matters.
But she knew one thing: when Michael held her hand, the world felt safe.
When he kissed her forehead, her heart felt full.
When he entered her garden slow and deep, she felt like she was flying to cloud 9.
They never planned it.
It just happened again and again.
In her small room when light went off.
In his car parked behind a dark street.
In a small guest house when the feelings became too much.
Michael would hold her like she was precious.
He would kiss her slow, touch her gentle, make her feel things she never knew existed.
Maureen would wrap her arms around him, whisper his name, let him take her to places only he knew.
After, they would lie quiet, her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“Maureen, you don save my life,” he would say.
She would smile shy.
“Sir, you be my peace too.”
At home, Grace was losing her mind.
Michael no longer asked where she went.
He no longer complained when she came late.
He no longer looked sad when she locked the bedroom door.
He just smiled, ate his food, watched TV, and slept.
Grace started fighting.
One night she came back at 2 a.m.
Michael was in parlour watching news, smiling at his phone.
She dropped her bag loud.
“Michael, wetin dey make you happy like this these days?”
He looked up calm.
“Nothing o. Just life.”
She hissed.
“You no dey care about me again? You no dey ask where I dey?”
Michael shrugged.
“Grace, do wetin you like. I don tire to beg.”
She vex.
The next day, she started monitoring him.
She checked his phone when he was bathing.
She saw Maureen’s name with heart emoji.
She saw transfers — 100k, 150k, 80k.
She saw messages:
“Thank you sir, I love you.”
“I miss you already.”
“I can’t wait to see you tonight.”
Grace eye turn red.
That night, she confronted him.
“Michael, who be this Maureen wey you dey send money every week? The one wey you dey call ‘my love’?”
Michael calm.
“My friend. Good girl. I dey help am.”
Grace shout.
“Help am with my own money? You think I no sabi wetin dey happen? You dey knack am?”
Michael look her for eye.
“If I dey knack person, na because you don close shop for house one year now.”
Grace raised hand to slap am.
Michael catch the hand.
“Grace, no try am.”
She pull hand, start to cry fake tears.
“You no love me again. You wan leave me because of one small girl.”
Michael no answer.
He just carry pillow go parlour sleep.
From that day, Grace started fighting every small thing.
She started locking bedroom door with key.
She started hiding phone under pillow.
She started coming home later and later.
She started bringing her new man to the house when she thought Michael travelled.
But Michael no longer cared.
Because every night, him go call Maureen.
And Maureen go answer with soft voice.
“Sir, how you dey?”
And Michael go smile for dark.
“I dey fine now, because I don hear your voice.”
Maureen was still gentle.
She never asked for plenty money.
She never pressured him.
She just gave him peace.
And love.
And her body when he needed it.
Michael started smiling again.
Laughing again.
Breathing freely again.
All because of one quiet fuel attendant who listened when nobody else did.
But Grace was watching.
Grace was burning.
Grace was planning.
Because the peace her husband found with another woman…
Was the same peace she had denied him for years.
And a woman who loses her husband’s heart…
Will do anything to get it back.
Even if it means destroying the person who took it.
The fire was burning.
And Maureen had no idea.
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