Title: The Wife Who Killed Her Husband Because of Adultery
In a small, quiet village, lived Aisha and Kabiru — a couple everyone thought was inseparable. For years, their marriage seemed like a picture of love and trust. But behind closed doors, Aisha’s heart was growing heavy with suspicion.
Kabiru had changed. He stayed out late, returned home smelling of strange perfume, and often hid his phone whenever Aisha entered the room. At first, she tried to ignore it. She told herself it was just her imagination. But whispers from neighbors soon confirmed her fear — Kabiru was having an affair with a younger woman in town.
One night, Kabiru came home long past midnight. His shirt collar was stained with lipstick. Aisha’s heart shattered. She confronted him, but Kabiru laughed it off and called her “paranoid.” That laughter cut deeper than any insult.
Days turned into weeks, and the betrayal consumed her. She stopped eating, stopped sleeping — until her pain hardened into cold resolve.
One rainy evening, as Kabiru sat eating dinner, Aisha quietly added poison to his drink. She watched in silence as he sipped, coughed, and gasped for breath. He tried to call her name, but her eyes held no mercy.
Kabiru collapsed. The rain outside masked the sound of his final breath.
When the police arrived, Aisha confessed without a tear.
“I loved him,” she said, “but he buried that love with his lies.”
Sani
3 hrs agoTitle: The Wife Who Killed Her Husband Because of Adultery
In a small, quiet village, lived Aisha and Kabiru — a couple everyone thought was inseparable. For years, their marriage seemed like a picture of love and trust. But behind closed doors, Aisha’s heart was growing heavy with suspicion.
Kabiru had changed. He stayed out late, returned home smelling of strange perfume, and often hid his phone whenever Aisha entered the room. At first, she tried to ignore it. She told herself it was just her imagination. But whispers from neighbors soon confirmed her fear — Kabiru was having an affair with a younger woman in town.
One night, Kabiru came home long past midnight. His shirt collar was stained with lipstick. Aisha’s heart shattered. She confronted him, but Kabiru laughed it off and called her “paranoid.” That laughter cut deeper than any insult.
Days turned into weeks, and the betrayal consumed her. She stopped eating, stopped sleeping — until her pain hardened into cold resolve.
One rainy evening, as Kabiru sat eating dinner, Aisha quietly added poison to his drink. She watched in silence as he sipped, coughed, and gasped for breath. He tried to call her name, but her eyes held no mercy.
Kabiru collapsed. The rain outside masked the sound of his final breath.
When the police arrived, Aisha confessed without a tear.
“I loved him,” she said, “but he buried that love with his lies.”