Two Can Play at This Game.

Two women. One fool. Game on.

So, yh. I got this prompts like weeks ago and I was stumped cause I don't really do fiction. But something about this prompt grabbed me.

Maybe it's because I've seen too many women stay silent when they discover their husband's affairs. Maybe it's because I'm tired of stories where the "other woman" and the wife are pitted against each other instead of recognizing who the real enemy is. Or maybe I just wanted to write something where the women actually win for once.

I hope you like it❤️🤎. Cause I really suffered.

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Stella’s P.O.V.

Stella

The first time I suspected, I was doing his laundry. Now I own the house he’s sleeping in, and he doesn’t suspect a thing.

I don’t know how I didn’t notice sooner, the constant flirting, and the overall sleaziness of my husband, Tunde. I mean, the signs were all there. Him supporting our useless friend Emeka who cheated on Bianca. Don’t even get me started on his very obvious love for younger women.

I was 22 and he, 35, when Tunde and I got married. I shoulda asked the right questions. Like why he wasn’t marrying any women his age. Instead, I was asking Netflix or Prime like a fool. I, a fresh graduate, was blinded by his wealth. By his sweet mouth. By his promises to - in his own words - “take me all over the world.”

And to his credit, he took me places. We went to Dubai and Milan, and Jamaica. But the bastard made sure I had to rely on him financially. It was in the subtle or not-so-subtle things. He convinced me that staying at home would be beneficial for both of us. Telling me that my starting a business would tell people he couldn’t care for me. Ha! The bastard thought he was smart and I was dumb. Well, I was. But not anymore.

I at least thought we were in love. Oh, how wrong I was. Tunde never loved me. He just needed someone he thought was dumb - me, to make him feel smart. He used me to satisfy his nagging parents’ requests that he marry. He used me to feel young. Tunde never loved me, and I’ve been a fool.

But not anymore.

I saw the lipstick stain on the collar of his shirt. I knew it wasn't mine because I don't wear black lipstick.

Moreover, I overheard him calling someone darling on the phone and the guilty look he had when I walked in the room was enough for me.

I learned from Emeka’s wife what not to do. No yelling. No threats. I decided to act.

I decided to befriend her.

Kemi’s P.O.V.

Kemi

I knew Tunde was married. But I thought I was special. He told me his wife was lazy and a leech and I believed him. He told me she was always picking fights and that he was done with her. He told me that he'd help me start my candy business.

He said to me, ‘Kemi, it's you I love’ while he pressed kisses to my face. And, fool that I am. I believed him.

I didn't know at first, that he was married. I remember that I'd thank God for keeping a rich, older man unmarried. I used to think that Tunde was my ‘The One’. That God had prepared him specially for me.

I never wondered why he never took me home. It was either my apartment or hotel rooms.

Till one night, after he'd taken me to orgasmic heaven, ‘I'm maried’ he said as he paced the hotel room with a wine glass. ‘But I know our love is stronger than that’.

He didn't apologize for lying to me or leading me on. We both knew that I was much too enamored by his sweet words, sweet sex, and sweet money.

I comforted myself with his empty promises of leaving his wife. I convinced myself that his wife must not be a good person if he was seeking solace and comfort in my arms.

Then I met Stella.

Not by accident, she invited me out for coffee. Called it a necessary woman-to-woman talk. I expected shouts and insults, derision and condescension. What I got was wine, grace, and a calm voice that told me everything.

Turns out, I wasn't special. I was one of many. The only special one was Stella because she had the damn ring.

“For a while, I thought it was just you.” said Stella in a steely voice. ‘Till I saw his call log. Girlll, there's Funmi from his office, Bisi the banker, and some girl named Adaeze who keeps sending him nudes. You're just the current favorite.’

The cafe was fairly busy and everyone was going about their day. I stared at random strangers and wondered if this was karma for helping a married man to cheat on his wife - finding out that I was just a sex toy.

‘I'm so sorry Stella. I never should have continued to see Tunde when I found out he was married.’ I whispered, with my head down tears rolling down my cheeks.

‘I guess karma's a bitch.’ Stella replied. ‘But that's water under the bridge. I have a plan for how we can get revenge. If you're interested.’

At that moment, all I could think was how I could have ever thought that Tunde’s wife was a fool.

Stella's P.O.V

Kemi agreed to my plan that day at the cafe, though I could see the doubt in her eyes. She probably thought I was some bitter wife with a half-baked scheme. If only she knew how much planning had already gone into this.

I had transferred two million naira that morning to a Stephanie Aliu — my alias. Then I deleted the transaction history and debit alert on all his devices. Two million was chicken change to Tunde, but that same amount every day for two weeks? That was just from his First Bank account.

And I didn’t stop there. I took out loans in his name from Opay, Palmpay, and Kuda. I had a field day, and I made sure he defaulted on every single one.

I comforted him while he ran helter-skelter as the loan sharks came for him. I even felt mildly annoyed when he laughed and scoffed at the police as they asked if I could’ve done it.

‘She’s not capable,’ he said. ‘She doesn’t know how to do stuff like that.’

The next phase was up to Kemi.

Kemi’s P.O.V

‘Babe, please nau. You've not bought me jewelry in a while.’ I said seductively. Tracing my perfectly manicured nails all over Tunde’s chest. While staring into his shifty eyes.

‘How did I ever find this man attractive?’ I wondered to myself.

‘Of course, darling, but you'll have to give me time.’ Replied Tunde as he pressed his lips to my neck, slowly sucking.

‘Eww, that's one erogenous zone ruined for me.’ I sighed, internally.

‘Time? But you always say you want to spoil me. That I deserve the best,’ I pouted. ‘You know Bisi’s man just got her a tennis bracelet? Real diamonds.’

Tennis bracelet

He tensed. Good. I know how much he hated the idea of another man out doing him.

‘I mean, it’s okay if you can’t afford it right now,’ I added casually, leaning back like it didn’t matter. ‘I can manage.’

He sat up straighter, ego bruised. That was the thing about Tunde, he didn’t love women, he loved the idea of women relying on him.

Because men like him, they weren't good for anything other than their money. And deep down, they knew it.

‘Don’t worry about Bisi,’ he said. ‘I'll transfer something tonight.’

‘Awww, you're the best,’ I cooed, kissing his cheek, sighing - what he thought was a sigh of pleasure, but was really a sigh of annoyance - as he began to caress my breasts.

Over the next few weeks, Tunde bought me millions of dollars worth of gold, diamonds and precious stones. All because he didn't want his latest side piece to be outdone by Bianca.

Stella siphoned dollars upon dollars from their joint account to her alias and the fool didn't even notice. And I asked for the most ridiculous things: ten hermes bags, five Jimmy Choo shoes… and he always bought them because Bianca or Tolani had them.

Stella's P.O.V

Six months later and I'm sitting in MY house. Sipping wine I bought with MY money - well Tunde’s money but, semantics - with Kemi. Yes, the same Kemi who was sharing my husband with me.

‘Stella, I swear, when those loan sharks showed up at his office...’ Kemi can barely get the words out between her giggles. ‘His colleagues said he literally hid under his desk!’

‘And when he called me to whine about the money? ‘Stella love, I know you don't understand money, but my credit score is low’… in that patronising voice of his.

Omo, I hate that man.

The fool never suspected a thing. Not when I was transferring money to my alias account. Not when I was taking loans in his name. Not even when Kemi was bleeding him dry with her expensive taste in jewelry.

‘Girll, I'm keeping my share of the gold for my daughters. As a cautionary tale. But you should have seen how fast those designer bags sold’. Kemi said, refilling her glass. ‘The mumu funded my entire candy business without even knowing it.’

The divorce was beautiful. Clean. Swift. When the judge saw evidence of his cheating - and I mean EVIDENCE, not just suspicions - plus his financial recklessness, I got everything. The house, the cars, half of whatever assets weren't already gone.

Tunde kept asking his lawyer, ‘But how? How did she do this?’ I say to Kemi

"Because in his tiny brain, his little housewife couldn't possibly outsmart the great Tunde," Kemi snorts. "These men will never learn."

As for Tunde, last I heard he's renting a one room apartment in Mushin, trying to ruin another girls light but his reputation and news of his disgrace precedes him.

Sometimes I almost feel sorry for him. Almost. Then I remember how he laughed when the police asked if I could be behind his financial troubles. "She's not capable," he'd said.

Well, look who's capable now, you bastard.

I own the house you used to sleep in, and you still don't know how I did it.

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To anyone reading this who sees themselves in Stella or Kemi: you're smarter than they think you are. You're more capable than they give you credit for. Sometimes the best revenge isn't getting mad, it's getting even.

Also, if you're a Tunde reading this... treat your wife better. Just a thought.

Thank you

Goddess Writes

for pushing me out of my comfort zone. This was fun to write, even if it's not my usual thing.

P.S. - No real Tundes were harmed in the making of this story. But if you know a Tunde who fits this description... maybe send this to his wife. Just saying.