I was unsealed until the very day that I got married. I could have never guessed that I was marrying a very evil man. I met him in church and he proposed. At first my guts didn't like him but the pastor convinced me that he was the one and that even the Lord has shown him our union.
I trusted my pastor with my whole being so I accepted the proposal and within a period of 6 months we had a wedding at church and all was well. When we started dating he was unemployed and didn't have a lot of money.
The church contributed a lot towards our wedding. I on the other hand was doing well financially as I was working. I had an apartment and a car. I would borrow him my car and he also moved into my apartment.
One thing that I realised about him was his desperation to get me pregnant. He wanted to see me pregnant asap and because of that he lost the purpose or focus of getting to know each other better. He was too determined to knock me up.
3 months into our marriage I fell pregnant. You should've seen the look on his face. He looked like someone who has just won the lottery. When I was 5 months pregnant he gave me an old worn out dress. He told me that it was his late mom's dress and she told him to pass it on to the love of his life the day he found one.
I didn't like the dress but I didn't want to make him feel somehow so I accepted the dress and pretended to be happy about it. I wasn't planning on wearing it though but he insisted. He kept on asking me why I have never worn it since he gave it to me.
He spoke about how the dress would help his late mom bond with our unborn baby. After a couple of days of being skeptical about wearing the dress,I eventually wore it. The next morning I woke up very sick.
The sickness went on for about a week. I would hear weird sounds at night, like people are having a conversation in my head. I would see shadows of people moving around in the house at night. I felt like I was also losing my mind.
I went to the doctor because I was not okay at all. When I got there I got news that broke me instantly. I was told that my baby had no blood therefore she had passed away inside me. I was transferred to the hospital for labour.
I was given medication for labour and I gave birth to my lifeless baby girl. My husband insisted on taking the baby home and burying the baby. We had a mini funeral at his village. My baby was buried at the back of his home.
A couple of days later. My husband came back home to tell me that we were moving. He said it was a suprise but he is certain I'd love the surprise. I was still mourning my baby and he has never mourned her.
He took me to a very huge mansion and told me that it now belonged to us as he has just bought it for us. From what I knew he didn't have any money so this move was huge. I asked him how he made it happen and he made up a story I can't even remember well.
Suddenly my husband had money. He even asked me to quit my job so that he can take care of me. I didn't leave my job but I promised him that I would once I became a mom but for the time being I needed something to keep me busy and my job was perfect.
A couple of months later I fell pregnant again. When I was 5 months he gave me the dress again. This puzzled me because after losing my first baby I looked for the dress and couldn't find it anywhere. I even asked him about it and he said he didn't see it.
I didn't ask a lot of questions,I just wore the dress and the sickness started all over again like the first time. But I didn't suspect the dress at all. When I went for my antenatal care I was again told that my baby had no blood and I had to go for an emergency labour.
Once again I gave birth to another dead baby and it was a girl again. My husband handled everything once again and I now didn't understand what was happening. My heart broke more this time.
His life continued blossoming and he was getting richer. Which now started raising questions because how was he getting richer yet he wasn't working. I became very concerned especially because the passing of our babies seems to make him have more power.
I also noticed that each time we visit my husband's village,my babies graves always looked freshly dug. We lived 7 hours away from his village but he never allowed us to sleep over. We would rather book at a BnB than sleeping over at his mom's house.
His old bedroom was always locked and didn't allow anyone inside even myself. I unfortunately had never met his mom but on my third pregnancy I started dreaming about her. She instructed me to go to her house and release my womb in her son's room.
In the dream she begged me to wake up and go to her House without telling her son. She was wearing the very same dress he gave to me and in the dream the dress had blood stains all over it. I asked her about the dress and she told me that she died in it and my husband is the cause of her death.
She begged me to go set my womb free in his room. The next morning I stole his house keys and told him I was going to visit my mom and would only be back the next day and he had no problem.
I drove straight to his village. I remembered that in the dream his mom instructed me to only unlock his bedroom in day light. She warned me that after sunset the force in there were very powerful and I'd follow her.
I booked myself in a lodge nearby because honestly I was really scared but I knew I had to do this. I've always known that there was something off about my husband but I just couldn't put my finger on it.
The next morning I drove to his house where his blind uncle lived with his mentally ill wife. They welcomed me but the minute I told them I had come to fetch something in my husband's room I saw fear on their faces.
The wife who was mentally ill tried to stop me from unlocking the room and when she saw that I wasn't backing down she ran to her husband and they locked themselves in their room. I prayed so much before unlocking the room and I almost fainted when the room finally unlocked.
There was a hut in the middle of the room, a hut the size of a dog house and inside it was a very big snake that had beard. On the snake's head was my pair of panties that I had lost. The panties had my menstrual blood stains and it was exactly how it had went missing.
On the wall was my picture and his mom's picture and on the floor were human remains. Those were my babies human remains and the dress that he made me wear whilst pregnant was in the room covering the remains.
I felt powerless and the snake too seemed very weak. I prayed and prayed , breaking all the chains and I left. I went to the village police drove straight to my mom's house. I have never spoken to him spoken to him since that day.
He has also never reached out to me and as I am writing this I have given birth to a healthy baby boy who is now 2 years. My husband and I are still married but he seems to have gone missing. I have tried to get Sherifs to track him down but no one knows where he is.
His mansion is abandoned and no one lives there anymore and no one knows where to locate Him now. He has just vanished like he never existed. His uncle now sees and his aunt is now mentally fine and I'd also like to believe that his mother's soul has rested in perfect peace.
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