©️Opeyemi Akintunde
I made Him Kill himself…
How?
One thing I knew about Shola was his love for his Money. I knew the best way to hurt him was to rip him of his money.
By the end of the second year of our marriage, I was done. I started researching ways of defrauding a person. I found out a lot, but knowing how smart my husband was, I decided to go for something very subtle.
I disguised as a rich black woman from Canada who was interested in investing in Nigeria and helping the less privileged.
I gathered all my life savings of nine million Naira and sent them to him. I bought his trust that way. Since he had my money with him, he didn’t double-check the facts…
I saw how excited he was in the house. I asked him physically at home, but as usual, he gave me a terrible reply…
“Your spells and curses over me are broken. God is opening doors for me” He said proudly.
If only he knew it was not an open door but a door about to shut him out of everything he owned.
My fraudulent personality told him online that I was planning to send 200million Naira to him, but as I was about to get the loan from my bank in Canada, they insisted on verifying the authenticity of the company I was doing business with.
Hence I needed his documents; his business registration, and the data page of his international passport. I also told him I might need to sign some physical documents at the bank, hence he should send me his signature as an online attachment to me… I also told him to scan the original documents of assets he might have that worth 200million Naira.
Shola stupidly sent me all that I asked of him. The original copy of his business registration documents, the scanned data page, bank statements, a scanned copy of his signature, and Scanned Original documents of seven of his major assets including the house we were living in…
Stupid Right? That’s what happens when a man does not carry his wife along…
Guess what I did with them?
Did I burn them? You think?
Nah!
Did I tear them to pieces? Of what use would that be?
Well, let me make it easy for you. As a former banker, I knew my way around getting loans from different online loan banks. I decided to destroy Shola’s life.
With all his business documents he had stupidly given me plus his scanned signature I got loans from over 5 banks, close to 300 million Naira using his assets as collateral.
Guess what? I made the agreed loan repayment time-frame ridiculously short. I told the banks I was going to repay in three months.
I made sure I didn’t keep the money I got from the banks in my account, I invested it online, that way there was no physical cash in my personal account that could be traced to fraud…
For the sake of young readers, I won’t go in-depth into how I successfully pulled the fraud; from how the loans didn’t drop directly into my account but into an account I opened in Shola’s name with all his documents and how none of the emails we exchanged could be traced to me.
Three months later, Shola’s account holder called him asking him if he had authorized any online loan bank to withdraw some amount from his account as a repayment…
I had submitted his account details and authorised the withdrawal of money should there be a default in paying back.
Trouble started as the remaining 4 banks, reached out to his bank showing the proof of their dealings with him.
Shola remembered giving out those documents to his partner in Canada. He tried reaching the partner, but unfortunately, after several emails that were not replied , he realized he had been scammed. The banks didn’t care that he had been defrauded, they wanted back their money. The banks decided to hold on to the documents of his assets he had tendered as collateral.
Shola’s brain could not handle it. He didn’t have a lot of cash in his account as he was big on investments… One Saturday Morning, he didn’t come out of his room. I knocked at his door for several minutes, but after becoming impatient, I called our security man to help pull down the door.
Shola lay still on his bed. He had died in his sleep. He had a Cardiac attack…
Did I kill him?
No, I didn’t, he killed himself…
His unforgiveness killed him
I begged him to forgive me for my one day of flirting but he refused…
That was what killed him…
Fortunately, for me, I had gotten my money as his widow before he died.
Throughout his ordeal, he saw me as an inconsequential unimportant woman, he never spoke to me about what was happening. I was only eavesdropping on his conversation with his friends. Maybe, if he had been humble and forgiving enough, to tell me what he was going through, I might have tempered justice with mercy…
Instead, he choose to carry the burden all by himself, and that burden crushed him in his sleep…
It, therefore, wasn’t making sense that F.D would dare send me a text that he was not interested in me anymore, after all I went through because of him and for us to be together.
He had to be joking… His text must have been a mistake…
It was a do or die…I was not letting go…
To be continued…
