I Rejected the Richest Guy in Church—Here’s Why I Don’t Regret It: Episode 7
EPISODE 7: The First Blow
I walked out of Pastor Daniel’s office feeling like the air around me had changed.
Maybe it was the way some people glanced at me with silent disapproval as I made my way back into the church. Or maybe it was the two ushers whispering and shaking their heads as I passed.
I had barely sat down when Amaka’s message popped up on my phone.
Naza, problem don start o! I just hear wetin Charles talk!
I frowned and quickly typed back:
What did he say?
Her response came almost immediately:
Him dey tell people say na spirit husband dey disturb you, say you no gree marry because something dey wrong with you!
My heart dropped.
Spirit husband?
So this was his first move.
A New Battle Begins
I forced myself to sit through the rest of the Bible Study, but my mind was spinning.
Spirit husband?
That was one of the worst things a woman could be accused of in a Nigerian church. It meant people would start seeing me as someone with a spiritual problem, a woman who would never get married unless she was delivered.
I could already imagine the reactions:
- Some people would pity me.
- Others would avoid me.
- And the worst ones? They would mock me.
When the service ended, I barely made it outside before Sister Ogechi—one of the older women in church—grabbed my arm.
“My dear,” she said, shaking her head, “I heard what happened. You need serious prayers. Have you gone for deliverance?”
I forced a smile. “I don’t need deliverance, ma.”
She gasped. “Ah! Don’t say that, my daughter! That’s exactly what the spirit husband wants you to believe!”
I opened my mouth to respond, but another voice interrupted.
“If she doesn’t want deliverance, leave her,” someone sneered.
I turned and saw Chinyere—one of the sisters who had always had eyes on Charles. She folded her arms and gave me a look filled with fake pity.
“She has already missed her destiny helper,” she continued. “Some of us are still praying for the kind of opportunity she threw away.”
The women around her nodded in agreement.
I clenched my fists.
So this was how they were going to play it?
Charles was painting a narrative—and people were already buying into it.
The Moment of Decision
As I walked home that evening, I knew one thing for sure—Charles was not going to stop.
He wasn’t just angry about my rejection.
He wanted to destroy my reputation.
And now, I had to make a choice:
- Fight back—but that meant playing dirty like him.
- Stay silent—but that meant people might actually believe the lies.
- Find another way.
I exhaled and whispered under my breath.
“God, what do I do?”
I didn’t know the answer yet.
But one thing was clear…
This was only the beginning.
To be continued…
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