I was paid by my friend to sleep with her husband

Episode 2 – The Price of Betrayal

I woke up that morning with a heavy heart.

I stared at the ceiling for minutes, trying to convince myself that what I had agreed to the night before was only a nightmare. But it wasn’t. The unread message blinking on my phone confirmed that it was all too real.

It was from Grace:

> “Meet me at 8 PM. I’ll give you the details. Don’t be late.”

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. My palms were sweaty. My chest tight.

What have I done?

I wanted to say no so badly. But then my phone beeped again — this time, a message from my landlord reminding me that my rent was overdue. I sighed. Poverty has a voice; it speaks in reminders, hunger, and shame.

That evening, I met Grace at her house. She was calm — too calm for a woman whose world had just fallen apart. She wore a silk robe and sat on the couch, sipping red wine like someone plotting war.

“Chiamaka, sit,” she said quietly.

I sat.

She slid a brown envelope toward me. “That’s half the money. The rest will come after.”

I hesitated. My heart raced as I touched the envelope — it was heavy, crisp, real.

“Grace, are you sure about this?”

She smiled faintly. “I stopped being sure about anything the day I caught my husband pànts down with his secretary.”

She then handed me a file — Kenny’s schedule, even his favorite bar.

“You’ll meet him at Luxe Bar tomorrow evening. I’ve already arranged it.”

I swallowed hard. “And what do I do when he…?”

“Sedùce him,” she said coldly. “The rest will flow naturally. I just need proof. That’s all.”

I stared at her for a long time. The friend I once knew — the bubbly, loving Grace — was gone. What sat before me now was a wounded soul plotting revenge in the prettiest way possible.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Kenny’s face. I remembered the man who once loved...