‎ ‎MY WIFE LOCKS THE ROOM EVERY TIME WE FINISH MAKING LOVE


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CHAPTER 1

‎The first time she locked the door after we finished, I didn’t think anything of it.

‎I was lying down, still catching my breath, when she stood up quietly, walked to the door, and turned the key—kpakam. Then she came back like nothing happened.

‎I looked at her. She smiled and pressed her body against mine like she didn’t just lock us inside.

‎That was the night I started paying attention.

‎Her name is Adaeze. We’ve been married for just two months. Not up to three sef. I met her through one of those “God told me she’s the one” type introductions. My friend’s cousin. Calm girl. Soft voice. No stress.

‎Me? My name is Somto. Thirty-five. I run a printing press in town. I don’t talk much, and I don’t like trouble. That’s one of the reasons I married her. She looked like peace.

‎But that night, as I lay there staring at the ceiling, something in me refused to sleep.

‎Why lock the door after? Not before. Not when we came in. After. Like she was hiding something... or expecting something.

‎The second time it happened, I asked her gently, “Do you usually lock the door at night?”

‎She looked at me and said, “Why not? Are you expecting someone?”

‎I laughed. But deep down, I was watching her.

‎And then it became a pattern. We’d make love… she’d get up quietly, lock the door… come back to bed, press her body to mine like everything was normal.

‎But last night, I noticed something.

‎When she locked the door, she didn’t just turn the key.

‎She whispered something under her breath.

‎Like a prayer.

‎Or a warning.

‎And when she came back to bed, she didn’t touch me.

‎She just faced the wall and said one thing, in a very quiet voice:

‎“You must never open that door when I’m asleep.”

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