MY WEDDING NIGHT - Episode 18,19 and 20

wedding night
Episode 17
I surveyed the area for the last time, reached
inside my black jacket and 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, i 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 and 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 and
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 and 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, and 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
and switched on the main lights of the room
which equally revealed my face to the frightened
lady.
"oh shi.t, 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 and lighted it.
"what the hell do you want?" she asked coldly.


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"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 and 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 and
hoped. Then what?" she stopped, shook her
head, sucked on her cigarette and blew out thick
clouds of smoke, equally studying me cautiously.
"i heard that a fucking black like you has 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
and her train. 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 and 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 12am. It was a
long wait, but he finally showed up and i got him
distracted while my cousin slit him up. It was a
clean revenge, but the whole plan changed when
we got to the room and 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 inlaw
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 on the
door leading to the room which i earlier locked,
drawing my attention and equally making me
take my eyes off Esther.
With that split opportunity, she pounced on me
like a tiger, knocked me down and opened the
room door. A white muscular guy walked in and
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.


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I picked up my gun and nervously pointed it at
the huge white guy who simply scoffed, drew
forward and grabbed the gun, slapping me at the
same time and sending me down with a ferocious
kick on my left leg.
"bitch" he cursed coldly, while Esther placed a
hand on his shoulder and 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.
"yea i knew you would come. That was why i
slightly raised up my voice when talking to the
idiot" she replied and spit 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 and discover it.
"so what's she doing here?" he asked Esther who
shrugged and 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 and 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 and passed the gun to her.
"don't try anything funny if you still value what's
left of your life" he threatened and 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 and stunned. But my joy was short lived
because Esther instantly drew back with fear,
aimed and fired the only bullet in the gun at my
brother.
"nooooooo" i screamed and leaped at her like a
hyena.... Of course the whole plan looked ruined
that fateful moment.