He Beats Me To Entertain His Friends – And My Revenge Shocked Them….

I am a mother, a woman, and I used to be the wife of a millionaire. A man who believed that the more you break a woman, the more power you have. But this this is not just my story. This is the story of how I became his greatest downfall. And trust me, you haven’t heard anything yet. James was rich, yes, but not always. I met him when he was still working in a dusty office with no air conditioner.

He had only two shirts and both had torn collars, but he was kind, humble. He called me queen. He would send me long messages at midnight just to say, “I love you.” We had dreams, big ones. We would sit on the balcony sipping Gary and Groundnut, talking about how one day we would own a house in the city.

When he finally made money, everything changed. At first, it was the small things. He started correcting my grammar in public. Then, he complained about the way I dressed. Next, he told me to quit my job because a real wife doesn’t hustle like a man. I agreed because I trusted him. I believed him. But I was wrong. Very wrong.

His money made him arrogant, proud, untouchable. He started hosting parties at our house, bringing home loud, empty men who had nothing but insults for women. Every time they visited, James turned into someone I didn’t know. He would shout at me in front of them, call me useless, say things like, “This woman can’t even speak proper English.