My Husband’s Dark Price for Wealth

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My husband asked me to ab0rt our babies for money r!tual after four years of childlessness, so that he can make money and take care of his poor mother and also relocate to UK.

The nurse suddenly went quiet.

She stared at the screen, frowned slightly, adjusted the probe, then looked at me again.

My heart skipped.

“Is… is everything okay?” I asked nervously.

She turned the monitor toward me and smiled faintly.

“Madam, you’re carrying twins.”

For a second, I forgot how to breathe.

Twins.

I laughed and burst into tears at the same time. After four years of childlessness—four years of insults, prayers, mockery, and silent nights soaked with tears—God had remembered me twice.

I rushed home, clutching the scan result to my chest like gold.

When I handed it to my husband, Ebuka, I expected him to shout with joy. I expected him to lift me, spin me around, maybe even cry.

Instead… he smiled.

But it wasn’t a joyful smile.

It was tight. Calculated.

And something cold crawled into my stomach.

“So,” he said calmly, folding the scan result, “the doctor confirmed it?”

“Yes! Twins!” I laughed. “Can you imagine how faithful God is? Your mother will finally be at peace with me—”

What he said next shattered me.

“You need to remove them.”

The words hit me like a slap.

I stared at him, dumbfounded, as if he had suddenly grown horns.

“What did you just say?” I whispered.

“You need to ab0rt them,” he said casually. “We’ll use them for ritual. With the money, I’ll take care of my mother and relocate to the UK. Once life is settled, we can have another baby.”

My knees went weak.

“These are our children,” I crïed. “Our blessing after four years!”

“I’m not asking for your opinion,” he snapped. “I’m informing you. And if you try to be stubborn, I have my ways of dealing with you.”

His words tasted like poison.

“You know how my mother and I have süffered in poverty,” he continued. “Don’t deprive us of this opportunity.”

I couldn’t listen anymore. I walked out, shaking, convincing myself he must be drunk… or mad.

But the next night proved he was very serious.

I was heading downstairs to get water when I overheard whispers.

Ebuka’s voice.

And his mother’s.

They were discussing how to drug me and take me to a native doctor.

My heart nearly burst through my chest.

I quietly tiptoed back to the room and made up my mind—

I had to escape.

At midnight, I packed a few clothes, wrapped them in a nylon bag, and hid them in the living room. My hands trembled as I crept toward the door.

Suddenly..

WHACK!

Something hard sm@shed into my head.

The lights came on instantly.

It was my mother-in-law.

“You can’t escape,” she hissed, raising a frying pan again.

She struck me repeatedly until I collapsed on the floor.

Then Ebuka walked in.

Without a word, he dragged me into the store room and locked the door.

As I cried and banged on the walls, I heard him make a phone call.

“Doctor,” he said coldly, “come immediately. The ab0rtion must be done tonight. I can't let her temper with my source of wealth.

And that was when I realized,

I was no longer a wife.

I was a sacrifice.

My mother-in-law continuing pulling my hair and scolding me for trying to escape. Neglecting my bl££ding head.

TO be continue!!

Do you think they will succeed in ab0rting the baby?