The Old Man And His Young Wife

Nkechi was the kind of girl that made people stop and look. She was tall, fair, and had the kind of beauty that didn’t need makeup. From the time she was a teenager, boys lined up for her. By the time she turned 21 and graduated from university, her name was already a topic in many households. Mothers warned their sons to stay away from her because of the way she kept turning down marriage proposals. Young, handsome, and rich men came with flashy cars and promises, but Nkechi said no to all of them.

So it shocked the whole town when she agreed to marry Chief Odogwu — a man old enough to be her father. He was 70 years old. Chief Odogwu was a well-known businessman, respected and feared. He had made his money in oil and had investments in almost every sector. The man had everything — private jet, mansions in different cities, a fleet of cars, and influence that made even politicians bow.

He walked slowly and needed help to climb stairs. But despite his age, he still commanded attention. He saw Nkechi at an event and sent his people to her family the next day. At first, Nkechi didn’t want to agree. But when she visited his house and saw how he lived, she changed her mind.

“Even if I don’t love him, at least I will enjoy my life,” Nkechi told herself.

Their wedding was like a presidential ceremony. Top government officials came. There was even a live band flown in from Ghana. After the wedding, Odogwu took Nkechi to Dubai for honeymoon and gave her a brand-new G-Wagon on their return. From that day, she became untouchable in the eyes of the community.

She had everything — luxury, fame, power.

One week after the wedding, her closest friend from school, Ure, came to visit her in their mansion. Ure had been her best friend in university. They were course mates, lived in the same hostel, and shared everything — food, clothes, secrets. But deep down, Ure had always been jealous of Nkechi’s beauty and the attention she got. She hid it well, pretending to be a supportive friend. But now that Nkechi had married a rich man and was living large, Ure’s jealousy came alive fully.

“Wow! This house is massive! Babe, you really made it o!” Ure said as she looked around the mansion. She was shocked when she saw the private jet parked near the backyard airstrip and four luxury cars in the compound. Nkechi smiled and nodded. She was proud of the life she now lived.

“My husband doesn’t like noise. That’s why the house is this quiet,” Nkechi explained as she led Ure inside.

Inside the house was another world entirely — marble floors, golden chandeliers, ACs in every corner, and a kitchen that looked like a five-star hotel.

Ure sat down on one of the leather chairs and looked at Nkechi closely. She saw a framed photo of Nkechi’s husband on the wall. She was shocked at how old he looked.

“But babe, why this kind man?” Ure asked. “You mean you’re sharing bed with that old man? Nkechi, this one shock me o. He looks like someone that should be resting in the village, not marrying a fresh girl like you.”

Nkechi smiled weakly. “Ure, don’t talk like that. He may be old, but he’s a good man. He takes care of me like a baby. I can’t complain. I’m just managing him.”

Ure scoffed and shook her head. “Managing what? What will you do when your body starts to look for fire? Are you sure he can satisfy you in bed?”

Nkechi didn’t respond immediately. She looked down at her fingers and twisted her wedding ring slowly.

“Sometimes I feel bad,” she whispered. “Sometimes I wish I married someone younger. But love and care is more important than all that.”

“Forget that talk, Nkechi!” Ure said sharply. “You’re still young. Twenty-one! Do you want to waste your youthful age on one old man? Come, let me take you to the gym tomorrow. That’s where real men are. Fresh guys, six packs, full of energy. You need to have fun before this man turns you into his housegirl.”

Nkechi laughed, but inside, Ure’s words were beginning to enter her mind.

The next day, Ure took Nkechi to a high-class gym on the island. The place was full of fit, young men working out shirtless. Music played in the background, and the whole place smelled of perfume and sweat. Nkechi’s eyes moved around until they landed on one particular guy — tall, chocolate-skinned, and very handsome.

“That’s Paul,” Ure whispered. “He’s a personal trainer. And he’s very good… in everything.”

Nkechi blushed. She didn’t want to admit it, but she liked what she saw. Paul walked over to them, smiling confidently.

“Hello ladies,” he greeted. “Nice to meet you.”

They introduced themselves and talked for a few minutes. Ure smiled as she watched Nkechi and Paul exchange numbers. Her plan was working perfectly.

After about thirty minutes at the gym, Ure said she wanted to buy something from the supermarket downstairs. Nkechi offered to stay behind and “do a little more exercise.” Nkechi believed her and she left.

But the moment Ure left the gym, she picked her phone and called a taxi. She wasn’t going to the supermarket. She had something else in mind.

“That girl thinks she can enjoy all that money alone?” Ure said to herself. “No way. That old man is too rich to belong to one person. Private jet, luxury cars, mansion, endless money… I deserve it too. If Nkechi doesn’t know how to use her opportunity well, I will help her.”

She arrived at Nkechi’s house, used the excuse that she forgot her wristwatch, and the gate man let her in. She walked confidently inside, knowing that Chief Odogwu would be home resting.

“I’m going back to seduce her husband. I will sleep with him and become his mistress and possibly snatch the old man from Nkechi.” Ure said boldly as she adjusted her dress. “She can’t have such a rich man to herself alone.”

THE OLD MAN AND HIS YOUNG WIFE (PART 2 – THE BETRAYAL AND THE REVEAL)

Ure stepped into the grand marble hallway with wicked determination. Her heels echoed softly against the polished floors as she adjusted her low-cut blouse and patted her hair into place. She had imagined this moment all night — the old man alone in his plush bedroom, maybe half-asleep, vulnerable… and she, the young, sultry seductress, would step in and take her share of Nkechi’s new life.

She found him sitting in a reclining leather chair in the private study, sipping tea and reading a newspaper. Chief Odogwu looked up slowly. His wrinkled face didn’t show surprise — but interest flickered in his eyes.

“Ah, Ure,” he said calmly. “Back so soon?”

She smiled seductively. “Chief… I forgot my wristwatch. But now that I’m here, maybe I should keep you company? I noticed you were alone.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I’m an old man. What kind of company can I offer a young woman like you?”

She stepped closer, voice low. “You’d be surprised what an old man can still do… if the right woman shows interest.”

Then, without waiting, she placed a hand on his arm. Chief Odogwu stared at her, unmoving.

“I know Nkechi’s young. Too young. You probably crave someone more… understanding. More experienced,” Ure whispered.

For a moment, silence.

Then Chief Odogwu chuckled. A deep, amused, almost mocking sound.

“Young lady,” he said, standing slowly, “you came all the way here… to seduce your best friend’s husband?”

Ure blinked, taken aback.

“I thought you might appreciate—”

“I appreciate loyalty,” he interrupted, voice now cold. “And Nkechi told me about you. She told me about your envy. She knew you’d try something like this.”

Ure’s eyes widened. “She… told you?”

He turned, walked to a drawer, and pulled out a small device. He pressed a button.

From a hidden speaker, her own voice played — from her earlier phone call in the taxi:

“She can’t have such a rich man to herself alone… I will seduce her husband…”

Ure froze. “How—?”

“I have ears everywhere. Money is power, remember? And Nkechi’s loyalty is something I will never take for granted,” he said sternly. “Do you think I built an empire by trusting snakes?”

Before Ure could respond, the door opened. Nkechi walked in.

Her expression wasn’t angry.

It was sad.

“Ure,” she said softly. “I loved you like a sister. I brought you into my home, shared my joy with you — and this is what you do?”

Ure stuttered. “Nkechi, it’s not like that—”

“It’s exactly like that,” Nkechi replied, her voice stronger now. “You saw money and tried to destroy a marriage you don’t understand.”

Chief Odogwu stepped forward. “Let me tell you both something,” he said. “Our marriage may not be based on youthful passion. But what we have is deeper — trust. Respect. Nkechi didn’t marry me for my money. She married me because I saved her family when they were about to lose everything. Her father had cancer. Her siblings couldn’t pay school fees. She asked for nothing. So I offered everything — and in return, I gained a companion who honors loyalty.”

Ure’s face burned with shame.

“I won’t call the police,” Odogwu said. “But I want you out of this house. Now.”

Nkechi walked to the door and opened it, her hands steady. “Goodbye, Ure.”

With no words left, Ure walked out — humiliated, defeated.

TWO MONTHS LATER

Nkechi sat in the garden of the mansion, reading a book while Chief Odogwu rested nearby, sipping his herbal tea. He had aged gracefully, and though he moved slowly, he remained sharp as ever.

Their bond had grown. Not the fiery, obsessive love seen in movies — but something stronger. Something built on truth, understanding, and a shared past that few understood.

From the outside, many still judged.

But behind those gates, in that quiet mansion, was a woman who had made peace with her choice… and a man who had found loyalty in a world full of betrayal.

And Ure?

Word had it she moved to another city — broke, alone, and bitter — still chasing other people’s blessings, never realizing she had destroyed her own.

Sometimes, what looks like a foolish marriage to the world… is actually a sacred alliance between two souls who understand what the world never will.