The wedding was everything Adeolu had ever dreamed of. Guests filled the hall in Victoria Island, spraying crisp naira notes, the DJ blasting love songs, and photographers captured every moment. He held Fadekemi’s hand proudly as they danced, unable to believe this beautiful woman was now his wife.
Fadekemi, radiant in her white gown, smiled through the entire ceremony, but there was something hidden behind her eyes a flicker of unease that Adeolu couldn’t place. He brushed it off as stress. After all, weddings were overwhelming.
That night, after the crowd dispersed and the new couple checked into their honeymoon suite, Adeolu expected pure bliss. They joked, they laughed, they shared kisses but soon, he noticed her phone buzzing non-stop on the nightstand.
“Babe, won’t you check your phone?” he asked. She glanced at it quickly, then shoved it in her purse. “It’s nothing. Just wedding congratulations.”
Adeolu shrugged, but something inside him whispered that her dismissive tone wasn’t normal.
Over the next few days, the pattern repeated. Every time her phone lit up, she quickly hid it. Sometimes she left the room entirely to take calls. Adeolu’s mind wandered, but he shook off the suspicion. No, not Fadekemi. She’s loyal. She loves me. Still, doubt grew.
The Discovery
One night, while Fadekemi slept, Adeolu’s curiosity overwhelmed him. He reached for her phone, heart pounding as he unlocked it using her fingerprint while she dozed beside him. What he saw shattered him.
Message after message from someone saved as “Uncle Seun.” But the tone wasn’t uncle-like. It was intimate. Heated. Romantic.
Uncle Seun: “I can’t stop thinking about our last time together. Do you really love him more than me?”
Fadekemi: “Please, don’t start. I’m married now. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Uncle Seun: “But you still belong to me. Remember everything we’ve shared. You’ll never let me go.”
Adeolu’s breath caught in his throat. His new wife — the woman he had adored for years — was having an affair. but the name nagged at him. Seun. Why did it sound familiar?
Scrolling further, Adeolu found old chats going back months. Voice notes. Even pictures. In some of them, Fadekemi wasn’t just flirting; she was confessing love.
Adeolu’s chest tightened. His world blurred. How long has she been lying to me?
Pretending Love
The next morning, Adeolu didn’t confront her. Instead, he smiled, kissed her forehead, and acted as though nothing was wrong. Inside, however, a storm brewed. He needed to know who Seun really was. Within days, he found out.
While scrolling through Fadekemi’s Facebook photos, he noticed a man who appeared often in family events. That was Seun. And the shocking truth hit him: Seun was her late sister’s husband.
Adeolu nearly collapsed. This wasn’t just an affair. This was betrayal of family, of morals, of everything sacred.
His mind raced. If he confronted her directly, she might deny it. If he exposed her recklessly, the family would implode. He needed proof. Solid proof.
The Setup
Over the next few weeks, Adeolu played the role of the loving husband. He spoiled Fadekemi, made her laugh, and even talked about starting a family soon. All the while, he tracked her movements, installed hidden software on her phone, and saved every chat with Seun.
The more he uncovered, the more disgusted he became. Fadekemi had been seeing Seun secretly for years long before their wedding. She even once cancelled a date with Adeolu to sneak out with him. Still, Adeolu stayed quiet. He was building a storm.
The Family Gathering
Finally, the opportunity arrived. Fadekemi’s parents hosted a family thanksgiving, inviting relatives, friends, and elders. Seun, of course, was present — smiling, laughing, acting the role of the supportive in-law.
Adeolu stood, raised his glass, and began to speak.
“I want to thank everyone here for celebrating with us,” he said. “Marriage is built on love, trust, and loyalty. But sometimes, the truth hides behind beautiful smiles.”
Murmurs spread through the room. Fadekemi’s smile faltered. Seun shifted uncomfortably.
Adeolu pulled out his phone, connected it to the speakers, and pressed play.
The hall went dead silent as Seun’s voice filled the room:
“I miss you, my love. You know you’ll never truly belong to him. You’ll always be mine.”
Gasps. Faces turned. All eyes landed on Fadekemi.
Adeolu then projected the messages on a screen. Screenshots of chats. Pictures. Dates.
Fadekemi collapsed to the floor, sobbing. “Please, it’s not what you think! I… I was weak… I loved him before you… I tried to stop…”
Her mother screamed. Her father’s face turned red with rage. Seun’s relatives began shouting, some accusing, some defending. The gathering turned chaotic.
The Aftermath
Adeolu walked out, his chest heavy but strangely relieved. Outside, he could still hear Fadekemi wailing.
That night, she came home, knelt before him, and begged. “Adeolu, please… I made a mistake. I was confused. But I love you. Don’t leave me.”
Tears streamed down her face, but Adeolu’s heart had turned cold.
“Fadekemi,” he said, voice steady, “you didn’t just betray me. You betrayed your family, your late sister, and God. I married a stranger.”
He packed a small bag and left that night.
Months later, Adeolu started fresh in another city. Fadekemi kept trying to reach him, but he never responded. Word spread through the community, tarnishing her reputation. Seun’s family disowned him.
Adeolu learned a painful but powerful truth: sometimes the people you trust most carry the deepest secrets. and some secrets, once revealed, destroy everything.
