MY HUSBAND ALWAYS CALLS ANOTHER WOMAN'S NAME IN HIS SLEEP EVERY NIGHT. THE REASON WILL SHOCK YOU!..
Written By: Miracle Uwak ✍️
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CHAPTER 1
At first, I thought it was just my imagination, maybe a mistake or a simple mishearing, but it kept happening. Over and over again.
My husband literally calls another woman’s name in his sleep every single night. At first, I laughed it off, thinking it was one of those harmless dreams men have. But soon, it became a pattern, a frightening routine that refused to stop.
That particular night, he came home late again, as usual. His tie hung loosely around his neck, and he looked exhausted, his face drenched in sweat.
After dinner, we quietly climbed into bed. He barely spoke. “Honey, these days you’ve been coming home really late from work. Is everything okay?” I asked softly, trying not to sound accusing even though my mind was restless.
“Yes, definitely. I’m fine,” he replied almost too quickly. “Just minor stress from work. But don’t worry, I’ve got it under control.”
Before I could say another word, he was already drifting off to sleep, his breathing deep and steady. I stared at him for a while, then sighed. “Goodnight,” I whispered, even though he was far gone.
I turned off the bedside lamp and closed my eyes, curling close to him. But just as I began to slip into sleep, I heard something, soft, low, and strange. A moan. Then a name.
“Rita…”
My eyes flew open instantly. I turned sharply toward him. He was still sleeping, completely unaware of the shock that hit me.
Rita? Who was Rita? And why was my husband calling her name in such way?
I held my breath, frozen in place, staring at his sleeping face. Maybe it was nothing, I told myself. Maybe it was just random. But before I could convince myself, I heard it again, clearer this time, smoother.
“Rita…”
I felt my heartbeat quicken. My hands grew cold as I sat up straight on the bed. The sound of that name, so softly spoken, yet so deep, sent shivers down my spine.
I reached out and tapped him hard on the shoulder. “Kelechi!”
He stirred, blinking groggily. “Hmm? What is it?”
“Who is Rita?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
He frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“You were calling her name just now. You were moaning and calling ‘Rita’ in your sleep,” I said, staring at him intensely.
He sat up a little, confused and irritated. “Chioma, please. I don’t know any Rita. You’re hearing things. Maybe you’re the one dreaming, not me.”
“I’m not joking, Kelechi! You said her name!” I insisted, my heart still pounding.
He groaned and turned away from me. “Please, don’t start with your drama tonight. I’m exhausted. I just want to sleep. Whatever you think you heard, it’s not true.”
And with that, he turned his back to me, pulling the blanket over himself.
I sat there in silence, staring at his back, my heart racing. Could it be that I actually misheard? Could it be that exhaustion was messing with my head?
But deep down, I knew what I heard.
Minutes passed, and I tried to calm myself, telling my mind to let it go. But just when I began to close my eyes again, I heard it, the same sound.
This time, it wasn’t faint. It wasn’t a whisper. It was clearer, heavier, and more deliberate.
“Rita…"
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To be continued...
Follow up 👉 Godspezzyy Gladys to be updated for next episode
Written By: Miracle Uwak ✍️
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CHAPTER 1
At first, I thought it was just my imagination, maybe a mistake or a simple mishearing, but it kept happening. Over and over again.
My husband literally calls another woman’s name in his sleep every single night. At first, I laughed it off, thinking it was one of those harmless dreams men have. But soon, it became a pattern, a frightening routine that refused to stop.
That particular night, he came home late again, as usual. His tie hung loosely around his neck, and he looked exhausted, his face drenched in sweat.
After dinner, we quietly climbed into bed. He barely spoke. “Honey, these days you’ve been coming home really late from work. Is everything okay?” I asked softly, trying not to sound accusing even though my mind was restless.
“Yes, definitely. I’m fine,” he replied almost too quickly. “Just minor stress from work. But don’t worry, I’ve got it under control.”
Before I could say another word, he was already drifting off to sleep, his breathing deep and steady. I stared at him for a while, then sighed. “Goodnight,” I whispered, even though he was far gone.
I turned off the bedside lamp and closed my eyes, curling close to him. But just as I began to slip into sleep, I heard something, soft, low, and strange. A moan. Then a name.
“Rita…”
My eyes flew open instantly. I turned sharply toward him. He was still sleeping, completely unaware of the shock that hit me.
Rita? Who was Rita? And why was my husband calling her name in such way?
I held my breath, frozen in place, staring at his sleeping face. Maybe it was nothing, I told myself. Maybe it was just random. But before I could convince myself, I heard it again, clearer this time, smoother.
“Rita…”
I felt my heartbeat quicken. My hands grew cold as I sat up straight on the bed. The sound of that name, so softly spoken, yet so deep, sent shivers down my spine.
I reached out and tapped him hard on the shoulder. “Kelechi!”
He stirred, blinking groggily. “Hmm? What is it?”
“Who is Rita?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
He frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“You were calling her name just now. You were moaning and calling ‘Rita’ in your sleep,” I said, staring at him intensely.
He sat up a little, confused and irritated. “Chioma, please. I don’t know any Rita. You’re hearing things. Maybe you’re the one dreaming, not me.”
“I’m not joking, Kelechi! You said her name!” I insisted, my heart still pounding.
He groaned and turned away from me. “Please, don’t start with your drama tonight. I’m exhausted. I just want to sleep. Whatever you think you heard, it’s not true.”
And with that, he turned his back to me, pulling the blanket over himself.
I sat there in silence, staring at his back, my heart racing. Could it be that I actually misheard? Could it be that exhaustion was messing with my head?
But deep down, I knew what I heard.
Minutes passed, and I tried to calm myself, telling my mind to let it go. But just when I began to close my eyes again, I heard it, the same sound.
This time, it wasn’t faint. It wasn’t a whisper. It was clearer, heavier, and more deliberate.
“Rita…"
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To be continued...
Follow up 👉 Godspezzyy Gladys to be updated for next episode
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