The husband flung his wife and children out, but his lover followed them, gave the wife 10 million naira, and whispered in her ear, “Come back in

That’s not my concern anymore.”
No yelling. No explanation. Just a cold, detached indifference.
And somehow, that hurt more than betrayal itself.
She packed a few clothes in silence, her hands trembling. The children didn’t fully understand, but they could feel everything changing.
When she stepped outside, no one stopped her.
Except… the other woman.
The mistress.
She followed them into the rain.
Adaeze expected cruelty.
A smirk. A cutting remark.
But instead, Amara approached quietly.
She pulled an envelope from her purse.
“Take this.”
Adaeze hesitated.
“I don’t want it.”
Her pride was all she had left.
But Amara insisted, slipping it into her hands.
“For them,” she said, glancing at the children.
Her fingers tightened around it unconsciously.
“Why…?”
Amara leaned closer.
And in that moment, everything shifted.
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
“Come back in three days… there will be a surprise for you.”
Adaeze froze.
A surprise?
After everything?
Before she could react, Amara had already turned and walked back inside.
As if nothing had happened.