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2 months later, I told him YES. I did not say Yes., because I loved him, but, I did because I had a strong desire to succeed and be like Yemi. So, I felt marrying Mr. Segun would be a bonus to my buisness, my reputation and a step up in my social status. '' Love grows right?'' I concluded. "Perhaps, I'll love him with time'' ... I felt.
We married in a grandstyle 4 months after. I tried bonding with him on those 4 months but he rather spent all his time and attention focusing on the wedding preparations. At a time, I felt like he did not love me. But, I assumed that he was just too busy. You know how it is with these rich folks and trying to impress the public.
4 years after we got married, Segun began to pressurize me to transfer every official and formal details of my business/company to his name. He claimed that as my husband, he was supposed to claim full ownership of everything I had, including the company.
Days passed, and months passed, and the pressure from him grew worse. So, I decided to give in for peace to reign. But, I kept wondering why as rich and influential Segun was, he was still interested in my assets. ‘ …well, they would do best with him and its still to my benefit anyways…’, I concluded within me.
However, It took me a whole year to discover the skeleton in Segun’s cupboard.
One Saturday Afternoon I returned home without my car because I dropped it at the mechanic. So he obviously didn’t know I was in the house. As I went close to our bedroom, I stepped back a little on hearing what Segun had just said on his phone conversation.
“Oh nooooooo…… This is the worst thing that has happened to me…. Please tell me its not true…. You mean everything?” were the exact statements that prompted my pause. In other not to allow him notice my presence, I went down stairs immediately. I kept pondering about those statements for days and in 6 months the cat in the bag was uncovered.
Segun had been duped and had lost everything he had except my company. At that time my company had grown real big and was well known.
As if the loss was not enough, I discovered Segun took a huge loan from the bank and used the house as collateral. It was at that time I started, for the first time, to investigate Segun. All the while, I just felt I married a Buisness Tycoon. How foolish and desperate I was (sobs)
To cut the Story short, there was more to Segun. Yemi only spoke with Segun to help me financially and help me out with his connections! That’s all!
I suddenly recalled what Yemi had told me when I told her about Segun's marriage proposal
“….Carol! I am very happy for you. But I advice you get to really know Segun first. You don’t know Segun. I only relate with him because we were secondary school mates, and had a crush for each other then. I spoke to him to help you for old time sake. If I knew it would come to you marrying him, I wouldn’t have done that. Carol, I won’t tell you anything about Segun. You find out yourself, and if you are so sure about this, you can go ahead….’’
This was what I replied her;
“haaa…. Yemiiiiii… haba! I thought you were my friend. So you obviously have been very happy seeing me run to you for money right? So all of a sudden you do not want me to be like you! Thanks for linking me up with Segun anyways. I will marry him and whatever thing I need to know, I already know and if there’s anything else, I’ll deal with it! In fact, you are not invited for the wedding…. and do not ever speak with me again!!!!!!”
I wish I listened....! I was after his wealth and my benefit. Segun was just like a jackpot. He had the pocket of any lady’s dream.
But, two weeks later, as I was sorting Segun’s clothes so I could take them to the laundry, something fell out from one of his clothes. Low and behold…. It was cocain!. Standing in shock still try to believe my eyes, I remembered there was a particular box Segun had told me, was his private box and I needed not to open it because it was full of receipts only. I did not understand why I suddenly remembered that box but I decided to follow the prompting, especially after seeing cocain in my husband’s clothes. “ who knows what next it would be?” … I muttered as I lifted up the box..
It was a very weightless, small rectangular box. It was not fancy looking at all. It was just like an old carton. When I opened it, all I saw was receipts as he said. I was about closing the box in disappointment, when it occurred to me that it was necessary to go through these receipts, to know what they were really for, at least to clear some of my suspicions.
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (broke down in tears)