A Billionaire Pretended To Be Sick To Test His Five Wives…What Happened Shocked Him. 

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The Test of Five Wives

Mr. Edward was a man admired across the country. His rise from poverty to wealth was legendary: he owned companies, estates, and hotels. People called him a man of honor, but inside his grand home, a wound festered. He had five wives.

His first wife, Rose, had suffered with him through the hardest years. She cooked with firewood, sold roasted yam under the hot sun, and prayed for his dreams. But when Rose gave birth to a girl, Amanda, everything changed. Mr. Edward wanted a son—a boy to carry his name. Bitterness took root, and he married again. His second wife soon gave him a son, and joy returned, briefly. But two wives became three, then four, and finally five. Each new wife bore him sons, and with every birth, Mr. Edward’s heart hardened toward Rose.

Rose and Amanda were moved to a small, cramped room at the back of the compound. The roof leaked, and their clothes were often soaked by rain. Rose shielded Amanda with her wrapper, enduring the humiliation in silence. The other wives lived like queens, each with her own house, gold jewelry, and new cars. They mocked Rose and Amanda, calling them “the barren ones” and “the cursed child.” Sometimes, Amanda was sent to fetch water or sweep their yards.

Mr. Edward was the worst. “You and that girl will not waste my money,” he said. “When I had nothing, all you gave me was a girl. Leave my money for those who gave me sons.” He forgot the days Rose cooked his last cup of rice and went hungry herself, or sold her gold earrings for his first business permit. Now, he allowed his wives to insult her openly.

Rose cried at night, praying for God to vindicate her and Amanda. She was treated as a maid—cooking, cleaning, serving food but never invited to sit. Mr. Edward did nothing to stop the humiliation. In fact, he encouraged it.

But life has a way of bringing hidden things to light.

One rainy evening, Amanda collapsed as she returned from fetching water. Rose rushed to her daughter, feeling her burning skin. “Somebody help me!” she cried, but no one came. The wives whispered and laughed, saying Amanda was being punished by her gods. Rose carried Amanda to their room, placing a wet cloth on her forehead, but the fever worsened. Amanda shook and mumbled strange words through the night.

By morning, desperate, Rose wrapped Amanda in a blanket and knelt before Mr. Edward in the main house. “Please, Amanda is very sick. I need money to take her to the hospital.” Mr. Edward did not look up. “How much do you think I am made of? I have no money to waste on that girl. Let her die.”

Rose gasped. “But she is your blood!”
“She is a girl. What use is a girl to me?” Mr. Edward replied coldly. “She will marry and carry my wealth to another man’s house. You and that girl are a burden. Leave before I lose my temper.”

Rose bowed her head, heart shattered, and carried Amanda back to their room. The wives giggled as she passed. That night, Rose knelt and prayed, “God, please do not let my daughter die. Show my husband that we are not useless. This child is your gift to me.”

Rose borrowed money from a neighbor and rushed Amanda to a small clinic. She sold her last gold chain to pay for medicine. Slowly, Amanda recovered. Rose whispered, “One day, God will fight for us. Your father will regret every word he said.”

When Amanda was discharged, Rose returned home with her daughter, expecting at least a word of relief. Instead, she saw the fourth wife dancing in the compound, celebrating her new shopping mall and SUV. People sprayed money and shouted “Congratulations!” No one noticed Rose as she walked quietly to her small room.

That night, Rose cried beside Amanda. “My husband has money for cars and malls, but when my daughter was dying, he said, ‘Let her die.’ How long must I live like this?”

The next morning, Rose swept the compound early, trying to finish before the other wives woke. But they came out, whispering and laughing. “She has come back from the bush clinic to sweep for us,” said the fourth wife. “Useless people should just go,” added the third wife.

Rose ignored them, but when she bent near the veranda, the third wife poured hot tea on her back. Rose screamed, dropping her broom. Years of swallowed anger boiled over, and she slapped the third wife. The wife cried loudly, and the others joined in, accusing Rose of being rude.

Mr. Edward came out, his face hard. “You slapped my wife?”
“She poured hot tea on me!” Rose tried to explain, showing her red back, but Mr. Edward slapped her before she could finish. “You have no right in this house. Take the mockery as punishment for not giving me a boy. As long as I am alive, you will remain under them.”

That night, Rose cried until she had no tears left. She whispered to Amanda, “One day, this pain will end. One day God will show him who we are.”

Soon, Mr. Edward began to feel ill—headaches and tiredness that grew worse. He stayed home, expecting his wives to care for him. But the second wife only came for money for her boutique. The third wife was busy with her restaurant, the fourth with her shopping mall, and the fifth with her social media posts. None stayed by his side, prayed for him, or cooked for him.

But Rose did. Despite the pain and insults, she swept his room, changed his sheets, and brought him warm water. Amanda sat by his bedside, holding his hand. “Papa, you will not die,” she said, her innocent eyes full of tears. Mr. Edward stared at her, seeing his daughter truly for the first time.

One afternoon, Mr. Edward overheard his wives laughing about their next shopping trip to Dubai and London. “By the time we return, the nurse will have taken care of him,” they joked. Tears gathered in his eyes. For the first time, Mr. Edward felt fear. If he died, these women would not shed a tear. They would fight over his properties like vultures.

That night, Mr. Edward called his lawyer. “Prepare the documents. I want to see who truly loves me. I’ll give them all something small, then disappear. I want to see who will stand by me when I have nothing.”

The plan was set. Men came to the house pretending to be business partners. They announced that Mr. Edward’s companies had collapsed, that he had lost everything, and owed them a huge sum. “Each of you must contribute from your savings and businesses to settle the debt,” they said.

The wives refused. “My money for his debt? God forbid!” said the second wife. “Let him go to prison,” said the third. The fourth wife declared, “We cannot use our sweat for his foolishness.” The fifth wife walked out, saying she would go to her father’s house.

From his bedroom, Mr. Edward heard everything. His heart ached. These were the women he trusted, the ones he gave houses and cars. Now, when he needed them, they abandoned him. The test had begun, and four wives had failed.

After the men left, Mr. Edward pretended to be weaker than ever. None of his wives came to comfort him. The compound was quiet except for Rose’s broom and Amanda’s singing. One night, Rose brought him food, cooked with the last beans she had. “Eat,” she said gently. “You need strength.”

“Why are you still here?” Mr. Edward asked.
Rose’s voice broke. “Because I married you when you had nothing. I will not leave you now. Even if you have lost everything, you are still my husband.” Her words pierced his heart.

The lawyer visited again. Mr. Edward said, “Transfer my secret accounts, my hidden shares, and the documents for the new estate into Rose’s name. She is the only wife I have.” The lawyer nodded.

The day came when Mr. Edward had regained his strength. He called for his four wives to return, saying he was ready to share everything among them and their sons. The compound filled with people, the wives dressed in gold lace, pride shining on their faces.

Mr. Edward entered slowly, leaning on his cane. Rose and Amanda sat quietly in a corner. The lawyer stood beside him. “I called you here to see your true hearts. For months, you thought I had lost everything. I was sick, weak, and broke. But I did not lose a single thing. I only wanted to see who truly loved me, and who loved my money.”

The room went silent. “None of you stayed by my side. None of you cooked for me. You left me to die. But this woman,” he said, pointing to Rose, “whom I despised for years, was the only one who stood by me. She fed me with her last food. She wiped my body with her own hands. Her daughter sang until I slept. When you refused to pay my debts, she offered the little savings she had.”

He turned to his lawyer. “Read the will.”
The lawyer opened the envelope. “All businesses, estates, hotels, and accounts will be transferred to Madame Rose and her daughter Amanda. They are now the legal owners of his empire.”

The wives shouted in shock, but Mr. Edward’s voice was final. “You abandoned me when you thought I had nothing. You will not enjoy my wealth now that I am alive and well. From today, Rose is the head of this house. If you wish to remain here, you will respect her. If not, you may leave.”

Rose sat still, tears running down her face. Amanda held her hand tightly. The four wives knelt before Rose, begging forgiveness. Rose remembered every insult, every slap, every humiliation. She remembered the days she slept hungry and the nights she prayed for strength.

Mr. Edward entered the room, leaning on his cane. “It is not for me to force her to forgive you. But you all failed the test. When I was weak, you abandoned me. You loved my wealth, not me.”

Rose took a deep breath. “I will not throw you out. I am not like you. But things will not remain the same. You will respect me and my daughter. There will be peace in this house, whether you like it or not.”

Amanda nodded. “We will not repay evil with evil. But we will never forget.”

Mr. Edward looked at Rose, pride shining in his eyes. “You are a true wife. I was blind, but you have shown me what love means. Forgive me for all the years I wasted.”

Rose knelt before her husband. “I forgave you a long time ago. I only prayed that one day you would see the truth.”

That night, the compound was quiet, but it was a quiet of peace. Rose slept on a soft bed in the main house, Amanda beside her. The servants greeted her with respect, and the next morning, she sat at the head of the dining table while everyone waited for her to eat first. Rose was no longer the forgotten woman. She became the true matriarch, the woman who turned pain into power, and the one who kept the family together long after Mr. Edward was gone.

Mr. Edward smiled as he watched Rose and Amanda laugh together. His test was complete, and he had found the answer he was searching for. Love was not in those who danced when he bought cars and malls. Love had waited all along in the small room behind the compound—patient, faithful, and strong.

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