THE SNAKE INSIDE MY HUSBAND

I don’t even know how to start this because my life has turned into a horror movie I never signed up for. I married a man I thought I knew, a man who showed me love, care and all the dreams a young woman could wish for. He wasn’t rich when I met him, but out of nowhere things changed. He bought a car, opened businesses, even started dressing like those big men with money. People praised him, but me, I was the one living in that house, I was the one who saw the truth.

At first I thought maybe he had gotten lucky, maybe God had finally answered his prayers. He always told people he was a hard worker, but deep down I knew money doesn’t multiply that fast. He stopped sleeping in our bed some nights, and when I asked, he told me not to worry. But my heart was never at peace.

Then strange things started happening to me. I would wake up with scratches on my body. My inner thighs would ache as if something heavy had pressed itself there. My breasts felt sore, as if something had sucked me dry. But my husband would act as if nothing happened. When I cried about the pain, he would just smile coldly and say, “It’s part of being my wife.”

One night, I decided to stay awake. I switched off the lights, closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. Around midnight, I heard him climb into the ceiling. That’s when I saw it. A massive black snake slid down slowly, its eyes glowing like fire. My husband whispered to it like a lover, calling it “my king.” Then the snake came straight for me. My body froze, my chest tightened, I couldn’t scream or move. It laid across me and started sucking something out of me — not just blood, but my very strength.

That’s when it hit me: my husband had sold me. He was feeding me to his snake in exchange for wealth. I was not his wife. I was his sacrifice.

I tried to run away one morning, but the car keys were gone. My phone disappeared. He told me that leaving him would mean death, and somehow I believed him because even in broad daylight, I would hear the snake moving in the ceiling. I would feel it watching me.

Then I found out I was pregnant. For the first time in a long while, I felt a little hope. I thought maybe a child would save me, maybe he would change when he became a father. But during my first hospital check-up, the nurse frowned. She said she could hear a heartbeat, but the baby didn’t look normal. She couldn’t explain it. That night, the snake came again. For the first time, it didn’t just rest on my chest. It slid down to my stomach and coiled around it. I felt something being pulled from inside me.

That’s when I realised the truth: the snake wasn’t only feeding on me. It was also taking my unborn children. They were never mine. They belonged to the snake.

The more I thought about it, the more the puzzle pieces fit. No wonder my husband had no shame spending money recklessly — he had paid the price with my body and my womb. Every business deal he celebrated, every car he bought, every holiday trip he showed off online… I was the silent offering behind it all.

Even now, as I write this, my hands are shaking. My husband is in the next room, snoring peacefully. But I know the snake is awake. I can hear it shifting above me in the ceiling, waiting for the night to fall. And I know that one day, soon, it won’t just feed. It will take me completely.

So, beware of men who get rich overnight. Beware of the smiles that hide secrets. Wealth can be paid for with your blood, your body, your life. I am living proof. And every night, I fear that soon, it will be too late.**