Trust

 The  promise  that shook the house 😂.

The husband knelt down like he was auditioning for a Nollywood apology scene, holding his ears with one hand and the Bible with the other.

Husband: “Honey… I will not cheat on you again. I swear with my village people watching.”

The whole house went silent. Even the ceiling fan paused like it wanted to hear the lie clearly.

The wife folded her arms slowly, raised one eyebrow, and laughed that dangerous laugh.

Wife: “Should I believe you?” 😂

“Is this the same mouth that said ‘she’s just my cousin from the village’?”

The son entered with popcorn.

Son: “Daddy, answer her carefully. This question can shorten lifespan.”

The husband started sweating like NEPA just took light.

Husband: “Honey this time is different. I’ve changed. I’ve deleted all numbers.”

Wife: “Deleted numbers? Or you just saved them as ‘mechanic’, ‘tailor’, and ‘Aunty Rice’?”

The son clapped.

Son: “Mummy, that ‘Aunty Rice’ used to call at midnight o.”

The husband quickly turned to the son.

Husband: “Junior, go and brush your teeth!”

Son: “It’s 2pm, daddy. Truth is brushing you today.”

The wife moved closer, smiling sweetly—the kind of smile that sends men into early retirement.

Wife: “So you will not cheat again?”

Husband: “Never!”

Wife: “Not even emotionally?”

Husband: “…define emotionally.”

The wife shouted,

Wife: “Ah! God of married women, see your son!”

She pointed at the bed.

Wife: “The same matrimonial bed that became Airbnb for girlfriends?”

The husband cried,

Husband: “Honey please! Believe me!”

The wife laughed again.

Wife: “Okay… I will believe you.”

The husband smiled in relief.

Then she added:

Wife: “But trust is like glass. Once broken, even super glue will still cut your hand.” 😌