The Killer I Married is Responsible for The Death Of My Family

My name is Peace I’m 37 years old. I was once married for 6years , I once had 3 beautiful kids, 2 girls, a boy (ages 6,4 and 2) from my previous marriage and now it seems I am married to a killer whom I'm pregnant  for, due in less than two weeks.

My late husband and I met at Ile-Ife (Osun State, Nigeria) during our undergraduate years. He was a fun loving and caring guy. Like most couples we had our fair share of ups and downs and he had no problem initiating the make up whenever we fight. The love between us was our greatest asset so it was no surprise to all when we decided to get married. Little did I know I wasn't going to spend my life with the one that holds the key to my present and future or see the other part of the darkness without any sunshine

My husband and I got married on the 21st of November, 2000. He was a medical doctor with his own practice while I was a banker. My husband’s habit of bringing home money before taking it to the bank was one of our numerous arguments because of the high rate of robbery in the neighborhood. This eventually led to the worst day of my life, a day so horrific I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.

On this fateful day, my husband came home late as usual, while I was getting his dinner prepared, I heard gun shots being fired at the door knob and 3 guys ran in with their face covered, pointed the gun at my hubby's face while I was told to lie face down. The noise woke my children which made them come down to see what was happening. I was praying seriously that nothing bad would happen but my husband was being obstinate asking them what they talking about while I asked him to give them the money he had so they can go. I gave them my gold jewelries so they can stop harassing my husband. That's how they killed my two girls and said the boy was next; my husband was still yelling back at them and asked them to kill him since they killed his children. The leader was angry and made my husband and my son watch while they raped me. After raping me they shot my husband and my son, I was just lying there in their pool of blood and thinking how I wanted to take my life. I found myself in the hospital; the doctors told me I’ve been in a coma for a month. I still wish till this day that I had died along with my family. Where do I start from, who do I turn to, how do I stop the pitying looks I receive whenever people offer me sympathy, who can I blame; fate? Wish there was a body to match so I could commit a felony of my own.  My family, my in-laws, and friends have been consoling me but that does not ease the void and darkness created in my life. I started going for counseling to get myself back on track since most people around me think I’m going into depression and often suggest I re-marry. That my dear reader is a closed chapter in my life….or so I thought.

Six years after the tragedy that left me blank and clueless, whilst attending a friend's wedding I was introduced to Steve who couldn't take his eyes off me and since I was not ready for any sort of relationship I made it clear to him from the onset. Few weeks later I heard a knock on my door and saw Steve standing there with some flowers that needed to be watered, I was so furious and he was tried to calm me down telling me it was my friend that gave him my contact number and address. Since then he has been persistent in his pursuit often showering me with phone calls and gifts.  Eventually I succumbed for his undying love for me, little did I know I was dining with the devil (I should have used a long wooden spoon). He proposed to me on Valentine’s Day in 2008 and we got married at St Anthony's Catholic Church, Gbagada Nigeria on 14th of November 2008 with families and friends who witnessed the occasion. I was scared to get pregnant because of the traumatic experience I had. Steve always kept me away from his friends never offering any information much less talk about them. I wasn’t suspicious about this until the day we had an august visitor in our house threatening to expose Steve of his past atrocities. 

 I just came back from one of my travels when I met a guy asking about Steve and I told him he wasn't home. He told me he was his business partner and my husband owed him money. When Steve came back I told him about the person that came by to see him, the shock on his face was incomprehensible, his words became incoherent and suddenly he was perspiring. After a few minutes of getting over this shock he told me to be careful of who I speak to around the neighborhood since I am pregnant (at this point I rolled my eyes). Finally, the cat was loose from the bag when Steve and I were at home on a Sunday, our august visitor came around, after much back and forth argument between the two, he turns to me and says I am married to a chameleon then point blank he told me Steve was the guy who killed my husband and son and absconded with the money they stole from my husband. After hearing this I was shocked and turned to steve in the hopes that he would deny the accusation but he was on his knees pleading with me and saying that although he was once a member of the gang and was aware of the operation he didn’t take part in it on that day. He also told me he didn’t know who I was until much later into our courtship at which point he was already head over heels. Right now he claims it’s his past, he is a changed person and I should forgive him. All I can think about is calling the cops on him or killing him myself. What are you going to do if you were in my shoes?