HE KICKED HIS PREGNANT WIFE INTO THE SHARK POND, UNAWARE OF HIS $1B FORTUNE
EPISODE 2 —
The night Adunni fell into the pond, Lagos slept unaware that a tragedy and a miracle was unfolding above its glittering skyline.
The cold water bit through her skin like knives. Panic rose in her chest as she struggled to stay afloat. The heavy weight of her gown pulled her down, and the salt stung her eyes. Then came the movement beneath dark fins slicing the surface. The sharks.
Her scream echoed only once before her lungs filled with fear and water. She kicked wildly, one hand clutching her belly. My baby… my baby…
Then pain. A flash of something sharp brushed her leg. Blood mixed with the water. She gasped, her vision blurring. But before the darkness claimed her completely, something or someone reached out from the edge of the pond. A voice cut through the chaos.
“Hold on! Hold on, madam!”
A splash. Strong arms. And then nothing.
When Adunni woke again, the first thing she heard was the sound of waves not sharp and cruel like the night before, but gentle. Her body ached all over, her throat burned, and her head throbbed. She blinked against the soft light filtering through wooden blinds.
She wasn’t dead.
“Easy, madam,” came a low, kind voice. “You’re safe now.”
A man in a simple blue shirt stood by her bedside, holding a bowl of warm water. He was dark-skinned, broad-shouldered, with kind eyes that seemed to carry both sorrow and strength.
“Who… who are you?” she whispered.
“My name is Kunle,” he said softly. “I work at the maintenance dock near the estate. I saw someone fall into the pond last night. I jumped in before the sharks did.”
Adunni’s lips trembled. “My baby?”
Kunle smiled gently. “Still there. The doctor checked. You’re lucky, madam. Very lucky.”
Tears spilled down her cheeks as she covered her stomach. “Thank you… thank you.”
“You shouldn’t speak much,” he said, dipping the cloth into the bowl. “You’ve lost a lot of blood. You should rest.”
But Adunni couldn’t rest. The memory came crashing back Adabo’s face twisted in rage, his hand pushing her, the glass shattering, the cold rush of water.
“He tried to kill me,” she whispered, voice shaking.
Kunle paused. “Your husband?”
She nodded slowly. “He thought I was hiding something from him. But he doesn’t know the money isn’t his. It’s mine. My grandmother’s inheritance.”
Kunle frowned. “Then you can’t go back. If he thinks you’re dead, that might be your chance to disappear.”
Adunni looked up, her eyes burning with grief and determination. “Disappear? No, Kunle. I won’t disappear. He took everything from me. My home, my dignity… he almost took my child. I will not let him win.”
For a long moment, Kunle said nothing. Then he nodded slowly. “Then you’ll need help.”
She stared at him. “Why would you help me?”
He looked away. “Because once, I lost someone too. My wife. Because of a man who thought power made him a god.”
Silence. Two broken souls, bound by pain.
Adunni’s hand tightened over her stomach. “Then help me, Kunle. Help me make him see that no one not even a billionaire can bury the truth forever.”
Meanwhile, back at the penthouse, Adabo sat in his study, trembling. The news had not broken yet. The housekeeper thought Adunni had gone to visit her aunt. No one knew what had happened and that suited him.
He stared out at the pond. Workers had drained it earlier that morning, claiming it was “maintenance.” There was no body. Only a torn piece of her dress caught on the rocks.
“She’s gone,” he whispered to himself. “It’s over.”
But far from the mansion, in a quiet fishing village on the city’s edge, the woman he thought he’d buried was already standing again bruised, limping, but alive.
And inside her, a fire had been lit.
A fire that would burn down everything he had built.
EPISODE 3 — COMING NEXT:
With Kunle’s help, Adunni begins to rebuild her strength and her plan for revenge. But when Adabo’s secrets begin to unravel in public, one shocking revelation about the billion-naira inheritance changes everything…
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EPISODE 3: The Secret in the Inheritance
The small, single room above Kunle’s maintenance dock was a stark contrast to the penthouse Adunni had called home. Here, the air smelled of salt and diesel, not polished marble and imported silk. But for Adunni, it was a fortress. She had a name for the small, hard cot she lay on: The Launchpad.
Her recovery was slow, driven by a fierce, cold resolve. Kunle brought her simple, nourishing food—rice, fish stew—and kept watch, a silent, steady presence. He had explained the layout of the fishing village, showed her the hidden paths, and, most crucially, brought her a burner phone.
“The first thing you need to do is stop being Adabo’s wife,” Kunle stated one evening, his voice practical. He sat repairing a fishing net, his movements rhythmic and focused. “You need to become the woman your grandmother prepared you to be.”
Adunni, who was tracing the outline of her still-tender abdomen, looked up. “My grandmother was a brilliant, ruthless businesswoman. But I don’t know how to run a company. All I know is the money is real. The one-billion-naira fortune is sitting in a trust, waiting for me.”
“That’s where we start,” Kunle replied, looking directly at her. “I have a friend. A lawyer. A very good one, and a man who hates corruption. We can trust him to file the papers. You’re not dead. You’re just… unavailable.”
The Unraveling
Meanwhile, the veneer of Adabo’s life was beginning to crack. The absence of his wife had become a silent scream in the opulent penthouse. He had dismissed the staff, claiming Adunni needed “space” at her aunt’s house, but his anxiety was palpable. He drank constantly. He canceled meetings. The foundation of his supposed $1 billion empire—a web of inflated contracts and borrowed money—was beginning to shake.
Then, the official news broke. Not of a death, but of a lawsuit: Adunni Adeyemi v. Adabo Adeyemi.
The lawyer Kunle had connected her with, Mr. Tunde, had moved fast. The papers didn’t seek a divorce—not yet. They sought an immediate freeze of Adabo’s financial assets, claiming he had stolen the initial capital for his company, not from a simple loan, but from a private, unregistered account connected to Adunni’s grandmother.
The press swarmed. Adabo’s supposed fortune was being called a fraud. He stormed into his study, throwing his phone across the room as the headlines flashed: “Billionaire Fraud? Wife Alleges Theft of Seed Money.”
“She’s not dead!” he roared, staring at the empty pond. “She’s trying to ruin me!”
A Shocking Revelation
In the quiet fishing village, Adunni watched the news report on Kunle’s small, flickering television. Adabo looked cornered, his composure shattered. It was exactly what she wanted.
“He’s panicking,” Kunle observed, his face grim. “The asset freeze has him paralyzed. But it’s not enough to bring him down. He’s too connected.”
“It’s enough to buy me time,” Adunni countered, a steely edge in her voice. “Time to get the trust.”
The next day, she met with Mr. Tunde, the lawyer, at a secure location. He had retrieved the original documents from a safety deposit box her grandmother had left for her. Adunni’s hands trembled as she opened the old, leather-bound folder.
“The trust is ironclad, Adunni,” Mr. Tunde said. “One billion naira, set aside. You receive full control on your 30th birthday, or upon the birth of your first child, whichever comes first.”
Adunni nodded, her eyes scanning the complex legal language. “Yes. I know.”
“However,” the lawyer continued, his voice dropping, “there is a final clause. A contingency that I only understood the gravity of when I saw Adabo’s financial statements.”
Adunni looked up, an icy dread creeping into her stomach. “What is it?”
Mr. Tunde sighed heavily. “Your grandmother was a brilliant woman, Adunni, but she was also deeply protective. The entire one billion naira… it is not simply money. It is the controlling interest in a vast network of infrastructure companies. Companies that Adabo has been desperately trying to acquire for years.”
He tapped a line on the document. “The final clause states that if, at the time of your inheritance, the current recipient of the trust—that is, you—is in any way financially dependent or legally bound to a criminal, or a man whose assets are secured through fraud, the entire fortune must be immediately and irrevocably transferred to… a secret foundation.”
Adunni stared, her mouth slightly open. “So if I don’t expose Adabo, if I simply take the money and remain his wife, the one billion is lost?”
“Worse,” the lawyer said. “Adabo’s billion-dollar empire… it wasn’t built on his own money. It was built on the promise of your inheritance. Your grandmother’s companies were the only thing giving his shaky finances credibility. He needed you to inherit it, so he could control you, and through you, control the companies.”
He leaned in, his expression grave. “But now that he’s being exposed as a fraud, the trust document sees him as a ‘criminal.’ Adunni, if we don’t move quickly—if you don’t file the divorce and take ownership of the companies before his creditors call in his debt—the trust will see both of you as compromised. You won’t get the money. He’ll lose everything. And the one-billion-naira fortune will vanish into a shell company forever.”
Adunni felt a chilling clarity wash over her. Adabo hadn’t just wanted her money; he had needed it to survive. Kicking her into the shark pond wasn’t just an act of rage—it was an act of a desperate man trying to secure his only path to salvation: her death, which would delay the trust transfer long enough for him to stage a complete corporate takeover.
She looked at the document, then up at the lawyer. Her eyes were no longer those of a victim, but of a queen about to reclaim her throne.
“He thought he could bury me for a billion,” Adunni stated, her voice steady. “He was wrong. Now, we hit him where it truly hurts.”
EPISISODE 4 — COMING NEXT: Adunni, backed by her grandmother’s iron-willed legacy, prepares her public return. She knows Adabo will not surrender easily, but she doesn’t know the darkest secret Kunle is hiding—a secret that connects his past tragedy directly to Adabo’s rise to power.
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