Story for tonight… (The 3 Wives of Chief Adebayo)
After the brief telephone call from Sade—an interruption to his intimate moment with the woman who mattered most to him—Chief Taiwo Adebayo made a quiet decision.
He would deal with Sade.
But not yet.
Dupe, glowing with a softness he had not seen in years, mentioned her desire to visit their four children in America after what she teasingly called their “honeymoon.”
Taiwo agreed.
They left Lagos the next day.
From the golden deserts of Dubai, they drifted into the quiet luxury of the Maldives… then to the romance of Paris, the cliffs of Santorini, the still waters of Bora Bora…
From the power rush of New York to the calm elegance of London, the beauty of Cape Town, and the sensory wonder of Tokyo.
For three weeks, they chased something that felt like a second beginning.
And every night, Taiwo returned to Dupe.
But distance has a way of rearranging desire.
When Dupe left to see the children, Taiwo traveled onward to Italy for an emergency meeting.
The hotel suite was quiet.
Too quiet.
He tried to sleep.
He turned.
Adjusted pillows.
Closed his eyes.
But it wasn’t Dupe his body remembered.
It was Sade.
The sharpness.
The control.
The fire.
By midnight, restlessness had taken over.
He made a call.
The lady who arrived was elegance wrapped in mystery—tall, dark, radiant in a way that felt almost unreal.
She spoke little.
And for a few hours, Taiwo forgot himself.
But when it was over… the silence returned.
Deeper this time.
Back in Lagos, Sade was already fighting her own war.
Before Taiwo’s trip, he had blocked her number.
At the office, she was no longer recognized.
Security turned her away like a stranger.
Just like that—the Office Queen was nothing.
But Sade did not panic.
She planned.
She paid one of the domestic staff to monitor movements inside Taiwo’s house.
She needed one thing:
A day when Taiwo and Dupe would both be home.
That was the day she chose.
The first time Sade approached the house, she was rejected.
Firmly.
No entry. No discussion. No future.
So she returned… differently.
With Baba.
He was introduced simply as her uncle.
An old man. Quiet. Observant.
But when Baba stretched out his hand to Taiwo…
Something shifted.
The handshake lingered a second longer than normal.
And just like that—
The resistance melted.
The discussions that followed were calm. Smooth. Almost unnatural.
Dupe was invited in.
As always, she entered with quiet authority—no rush in her steps, no need to announce her presence. The room seemed to adjust itself around her. Her eyes moved slowly across the sitting room before settling on Sade.
Sade did not greet her.
She stood still.
Then, without warning, she dropped to her knees.
Kpá!
The sound cut through the silence.
“Eh? What is this, young lady ?” Dupe asked sharply.
But Sade didn’t respond.
Her head bowed. Her shoulders began to shake. Then the tears came—first controlled, then breaking loose like a dam that had been forced open.
“Mummy…” she cried softly.
That word froze Dupe.
Mummy.
Sade crawled forward slightly, her trembling hands resting gently on Dupe’s knees. Intentional. Careful. Calculated. Whatever resistance Dupe may have put up instantly softened the moment Sade rubbed her knees slightly.
“I know I don’t deserve to be here,” Sade sobbed. “I know I have no right… but I am broken… completely broken…”
Her voice cracked.
“I have made mistakes… I have offended people… I have offended you… but please… don’t shut your heart against me.”
Silence fell.
Heavy. Uncomfortable.
Dupe looked down at her—this woman she had resisted, now kneeling at her feet in tears.
Something shifted in her face… but she resisted it.
“Stand up,” Dupe said firmly.
Sade only shook her head.
“I said stand up,” Dupe repeated—softer this time.
Still, Sade remained kneeling.
Dupe hesitated.
Then slowly, almost against her own will, she reached down and touched her shoulder.
“Enough… stand up.”
Sade finally lifted her head.
Their eyes met.
And for a brief second… Dupe’s resolve wavered.
Sade’s fingers tightened slightly on her knees for good measure. Baba’s mysterious cream needed to be rubbed in properly.
Dupe did not notice.
But someone else had planned every second of this moment.
And that was when Dupe unknowingly opened a door she had sworn would never open again…
TO BE CONTINUED…
—
1. Do you think Dupe will regret softening her heart toward Sade?
2. Was Sade truly broken… or is this a deeper plan?
3. If you were Dupe, would you have accepted her apology?
📌 Follow the story—things are about to get worse before they get better…
It was enough.
Taiwo watched everything.
Said nothing.
Then finally spoke:
“Come back during Sallah.”
“And bring her.”
When they left, the house felt different.
Like something unseen had been agreed.
Preparing for Sade’s arrival became the next challenge.
There was no space for her in the life Taiwo had built with Dupe.
The master bedroom remained untouched, out of bounds —sacred.
Shared between only 2 souls.
Protected.
Taiwo’s instructions were clear:
No one enters the master bedroom except the male cleaner already assigned.
Not even the new wife.
Sade’s room was prepared three doors away.
Close enough to exist.
Far enough to be kept out.
When Sade returned after Sallah, she came fulfilled.
Not as the Office Queen.
Not as the woman who once controlled everything.
But as Mrs. Sade Adebayo.
She had the name.
But not the power.
Not the access.
Not the man she thought she had won.
There was no wedding.
No celebration.
No announcement.
But everyone in that house knew—
Something had begun.
Sade did not return as a wife.
She returned as something far more dangerous.
Things are about to really get interesting. Watch for Chapter 8.
About the Author
