MOM, WHY?

Episode 1: The Night My World Fell Apart

If Someone Had Told Me…

If someone had told me that one day my own mother would stab me in the back, I would have sworn it was a lie.

But life has a way of teaching us that betrayal doesn’t always come from strangers — it often comes from the ones you love the most.

The Day I Married Chike

The day I married Chike, I thought my happiness was complete.

I can still remember the sound of church bells ringing, my friends dancing, and the smell of jollof rice filling the reception hall.

My mother hugged me so tightly that I almost couldn’t breathe. She whispered into my ear:

“My daughter, you are blessed. This marriage will be sweet like honey, and no woman will ever take your husband from you.”

Her words sank deep into my heart.
If only I had known that the very same woman would one day be the one to steal him.

Our Perfect Beginning

For the first year, everything was perfect. Chike would kiss my forehead before leaving for work.

He called me his “queen” and sent me silly love texts in the middle of the day.

My mother visited often — cooking soup, telling me stories, and giving advice. I trusted her completely.

After all, she was my mother — the one person I believed would never hurt me.

The Changes I Couldn’t Ignore

But slowly, things started to change.

Chike began sneaking out of the bedroom at night. I would wake up at 2 a.m. and his side of the bed would be empty.

When I asked where he went, he would smile and say,

“I couldn’t sleep, love. I went to watch football highlights.”

I wanted to believe him, but something in his eyes told me there was more.

At the same time, my mother’s visits became strange. She stopped asking before coming.

She would just show up with her bag, sometimes staying for weeks.

When I gently suggested she should rest in her own house, she frowned and said,

“So you want to chase me away from your home? I am your mother. Don’t forget that.”

Her words pricked my heart with guilt. I said nothing.

The Night That Destroyed Me

Then came the night that destroyed me.

I came back from work earlier than usual. I wanted to surprise Chike with fried plantain and beans — his favorite.

As I entered the sitting room, I noticed something strange: the lights were off, the TV was silent, and the air felt heavy.

But then I heard it.
Laughter.
Soft whispers.
The creak of the bed upstairs.

My heart began to race so fast I thought I would collapse.

I told myself it was impossible. Maybe it was the TV. Maybe it was just my imagination.

But then I heard it again — my mother’s voice.

At that moment, my stomach twisted. My legs shook as I climbed the stairs, each step feeling heavier than the last.

I placed my hand on the bedroom door, my palms wet with sweat. Slowly, I pushed it open.

And then my whole world crashed.

The Ultimate Betrayal

There they were.
On my bed.
My husband.
And my mother.

They froze like thieves caught in the act. My scream tore through the air:

“Chike! Mother! WHAT IS THIS?!”

My knees weakened. I grabbed the doorframe, my tears flowing uncontrollably. My chest burned as if fire was inside me.

The neighbors knocked on the front door, shouting:

“Madam, are you okay? We heard screaming!”

But I quickly locked it. No one else could see this disgrace.

I turned back to face the two people I trusted most in this world.

I expected shame, regret, apologies — anything. But my mother didn’t look sorry at all.

Instead, she pulled the bedsheet around her body, raised her head proudly, and looked me straight in the eyes.

That was when I realized —
This wasn’t an accident.
This wasn’t weakness.
This was betrayal in its purest form.

And that night, my life shattered into pieces.

MOM, WHY? – Episode 1: The Night My Mother Betrayed Me