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I Married a Church Man, But Ran the First Night
<p>Episode 2</p><p><br/></p><p>The moment I turned to run, I heard footsteps and the front door creaked open.</p><p><br/></p><p>I froze.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then my husband said calmly, “You look scared. My friends who live down the street came to visit.”</p><p><br/></p><p> “Visit?” I asked. “At this hour? We just got married and haven’t even settled in.”</p><p><br/></p><p>He chuckled. “Oh, come on. You ask too many questions. Don’t you trust me? I’m a free man, people respect me. You know my position in church. These are just friends.</p><p><br/></p><p>He walked out of the bedroom. Soon, laughter filled the house. They sounded cheerful, maybe I had overreacted. Everyone called him a church man, after all.</p><p><br/></p><p>I freshened up and joined them in the living room.</p><p>They greeted me warmly, with smiles and small talk.</p><p>Their laughter seemed harmless; we even joked about funny things that happened during the wedding.</p><p><br/></p><p>For a moment, everything felt normal again.</p><p><br/></p><p>But I never knew there was more behind what the eyes could see.</p><p><br/></p><p>Days passed. They visited often. Sometimes they stayed past midnight. Sometimes till dawn.</p><p><br/></p><p>My husband said they were church men too, but I never once saw them pray or even talk about God.</p><p><br/></p><p>I started noticing things, how he left the front door open each night, how his friends arrived quietly, and how he never let me serve them food or drinks. He always did that himself.</p><p><br/></p><p>One night, I decided to stay awake. I needed to know what was happening.</p><p><br/></p><p>When his friends arrived at midnight, he came into the room as usual, trying to talk, but I pretended to be asleep.</p><p><br/></p><p>Minutes later, I heard faint footsteps, whispering voices, and then silence.</p><p><br/></p><p>Slowly, I got up.</p><p><br/></p><p>The sitting room lights were off, and empty.</p><p>Then I noticed a dim glow coming from under the kitchen door.</p><p><br/></p><p>My heart pounded.</p><p>I moved closer.</p><p>The whispers stopped, as if my presence was noticed.</p><p><br/></p><p>I stood for a while then reached for the handle… </p><p><br/></p><p>turned it gently…</p><p><br/></p><p>and when I pushed it open, what I saw shocked me.</p><p><br/></p><p>To be continued...</p>
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