He BEAT his wife every Monday Night to please mistress , She felt BETRAYED, she left & got a REVENGE
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The Storm Within: Adunny’s Revenge and Redemption
The glass vase crashed against Adunny’s head with a loud, sickening bang. Blood immediately ran down her face as she collapsed to the marble floor of their beautiful Lagos home. Her husband, Kunnel, stood over her, his fist still raised, eyes red with rage.
“You stupid woman! Why didn’t you clean the house the way Solar likes it?” he roared.
Adunny touched her bleeding head, confused. Who was Solar? Why did her husband care about another woman’s opinion of their home? Kunnel kicked her in the stomach, and she cried out, curling up on the cold floor. “Don’t ask me stupid questions! Just do what I tell you! Monday nights belong to Solar. That’s why I have to make you understand who is boss in this house.”
This wasn’t the first time Kunnel had beaten Adunny; it had become a ritual every Monday night for the past six months. But tonight, the mention of a woman’s name shattered her world. As she lay bleeding, she heard Kunnel answer his phone in a voice that was soft, gentle, and utterly unlike the brute who stood over her. “Hello, my love. Yes, Solar. I’m coming to see you now. She won’t bother us anymore. I made sure of that.”
Adunny’s heart fractured. While his wife was bleeding on the floor, Kunnel grabbed his keys. He looked back at her once more. “Clean up this mess before I come back.” The door slammed shut, leaving Adunny alone.
She crawled to the bathroom, observing the swollen, bruised face in the mirror. The cut on her head bled steadily. For the first time, she felt not sadness or fear, but pure, hot anger. Adunny cleaned her wounds and, defying every instinct of fear she had developed, called her best friend, Kemi, a smart woman who worked at a large bank.
“Kemi, I need your help,” she whispered. “Kunnel is cheating on me, and he beats me every Monday night because of this other woman. I need to find out who she is.”
The Investigation and the Discovery
Kemi, seeing the bruises, immediately promised: “We are going to make him pay for this.” They worked at Kemi’s kitchen table, using a laptop to hunt for clues. Adunny had only the name Solar.
After hours of fruitless searching Kunnel’s social media, Kemi had an idea: What about his business? On the website of Kunnel’s third car shop, they found a shocking photo: Kunnel standing next to a beautiful, younger woman in a red dress. The caption read: “Mr. Kunnel Adabo with Miss Solar Okaphor, our best sales manager.”
“She works for him,” Adunny whispered. They scrolled further, finding romantic dinner photos and confirming the depth of the betrayal. Then they found the ultimate violation: a photo of Solar in a bathrobe, with Adunny’s blue curtains visible in the background.
“That’s my bedroom,” Adunny said, her blood turning to ice. “She has been in my house, in my bed.”
Kemi asked what Adunny wanted to do. Adunny was quiet, then spoke with cold determination. “I want to destroy them both. I need proof. Real proof that everyone can see.” Her plan was simple: the following Monday, they would follow Kunnel and record everything.
The Confrontation and the Crucial Evidence
The following Monday, Kunnel, freshly showered and smelling of expensive cologne, lied about a “business meeting.” Adunny kissed him goodbye and immediately met Kemi.
They followed Kunnel to the fancy Golden Tulip hotel. Soon after, Solar arrived, dressed in a tight black dress. They waited until Kunnel entered the hotel and learned, using a clever ruse with “room service,” that Kunnel had registered Solar as “Mrs. Adabo” in room 405. Adunny was no longer just angry; she was furious.
After two agonizing hours, the door opened. Adunny quickly turned on her phone camera. Kunnel stepped out first, followed by Solar, whose dress was unzipped. He kissed her neck, and she whispered: “Same time next Monday, my love, but next time bring me that diamond bracelet you promised. The one you said you would take from your wife’s jewelry box.”
Adunny recorded everything: the affair, the admission of the planned theft, and the evidence of the adultery. They escaped the hotel unnoticed. Adunny was not smiling; she was the storm.
Unmasking the Tormentor
The next morning, Adunny filed for divorce, presenting the video as evidence of adultery and theft of marital assets. But she knew she needed more than a divorce; she wanted to destroy his reputation and business.
She drove to Kunnel’s car shop. There, she met Samuel, a mechanic, who confirmed Kunnel and Solar stayed late every evening and traveled together. Adunny then waited in the parking lot to confront Solar face-to-face.
“So, you’re the wife,” Solar said, smiling confidently, unashamed. “Your marriage was already broken. Kunnel told me you can’t even give him children.”
Adunny replied calmly, then provoked her: “What kind of woman seduces a married man?”
“The kind who gives him what he needs… things you obviously can’t give him,” Solar sneered. “Oh, and Adunny. Thank you for the diamond necklace. It looks much better on me than it ever did on you.”
Adunny was smiling when Solar drove away, having recorded Solar’s admission of receiving stolen jewelry. The war was fully underway.
Adunny met with her lawyer, Mr. Balagan, and confirmed Kunnel had spent over 2 million naira of their joint funds on the affair. She began collecting the medical records of her beatings, knowing this would be crucial evidence. Her most devastating move, however, was still to come: exposing Kunnel’s true nature to his entire world.
The Fall of the Empire
Adunny moved out of the mansion that night, leaving a simple note. From an internet café the next morning, she executed her final plan. She created a fake email account and sent the video to over a hundred people: Kunnel’s business partners, his suppliers, his church members, and his family. The message was direct: “This is Kunnel Adabbeo, owner of K Motors, a cheating husband who beats me every Monday night and steals my money to spend on his mistress. You should know what kind of man you are doing business with.”
Then, she posted the video on her own Facebook page with a damning caption, tagging everyone.
Kunnel woke up to a ringing phone. His business partner, Chief Williams, canceled a major contract. His pastor called, stating he was no longer welcome in church. The entire family was ashamed. By noon, Kunnel had lost three major contracts worth over 20 million naira, and his shop was vandalized with the words “Wife beater and cheater.” In just four hours, his entire life had collapsed.
The Ultimate Victory and Second Chance
Solar, too, faced immediate consequences, losing one of her part-time jobs. However, she fought back, telling everyone Adunny was “crazy and obsessed” and fabricated the abuse due to her inability to have children. Solar even announced she was pregnant with Kunnel’s baby, trying to paint their relationship as “true love” for the courts.
Adunny returned to Lagos to fight this narrative. She met three other wives who had been ruined by Solar, discovering Solar’s pattern of sleeping with married men for profit. Crucially, she met Mrs. Grace Okaffor, a nurse who revealed that Solar’s pregnancy was fake and that Solar had had her tubes tied years ago.
Before Adunny could use this information, Kunnel was in a severe car accident, hospitalized with a serious head injury. While recovering, he overheard Solar talking on the phone, confirming she was planning to take all his remaining money and disappear with another man in Port Harcourt, and that the pregnancy was indeed fake.
When Adunny entered his room, Kunnel wept. “I’m so sorry for everything I did to you… I realized how badly I hurt you.” He confessed Solar’s true intentions and the fake pregnancy.
Adunny was stunned. Solar was gone, arrested at the airport attempting to flee with stolen property. Kunnel had lost everything—his business, his reputation, and his mistress—and was begging for forgiveness.
Adunny, having achieved total victory, now faced the hardest choice: what came next?
After weeks of reflection, she agreed to give Kunnel one chance, but only under strict conditions: they had to sell the house and move somewhere new; Kunnel had to attend counseling for his anger; and he had to start over completely with a new, small business. He agreed immediately.
One year later, Adunny gave birth to a healthy daughter, Ayamide (“my joy has come”). Adunny had learned that sometimes you have to fight for your worth, and sometimes, forgiveness, when accompanied by real change, can create something beautiful from the ashes of destruction. Her revenge had taught her husband to value her; her forgiveness taught her to value herself. The best victory wasn’t destroying her enemy, but building something infinitely better than what she had lost.
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