Fatal Attractions: A Mismatch Relationship ©️By James Ola Emiola-Dakobiri FIIM
Chapter 1: A Life Divided
Tunde sat in his office, staring out at the vibrant Lagos skyline that had once symbolized his success. A sigh escaped his lips, hollow and heavy. It had been a long day, but the weight on his heart was not from work—it was from the crumbling reality of his personal life.
Sandra, his wife of ten years, had left for London with their two children three years ago, seeking a better life and schooling for the kids. What was supposed to be temporary had turned into a separation that Tunde hadn’t anticipated. The love letters turned into brief, indifferent conversations. Visits were canceled for reasons that made sense at the time, but now, in hindsight, seemed like poor excuses.
The truth hit him hard when a close friend of his called. Sandra had moved on. Not just emotionally, but physically. She was in a relationship with another man. Tunde could almost accept that—the years had been tough—but the news that shattered him was that she was pregnant for this man. The woman he had loved and shared a life with was now carrying someone else’s child, while his own children were being raised by another man.
The betrayal cut deep, like a wound that wouldn’t heal. He wanted to scream, to smash everything in his office, but there was no one to listen. The loneliness that had been creeping into his life over the past few years now consumed him completely.
His mind clouded with thoughts of revenge, anger, sadness, and regret. Work became meaningless. The once-thriving logistics empire he had built with hard work started to crumble as his focus slipped away. Deals fell through, clients moved on, and he felt trapped in a downward spiral with no way out.
It was during this time of despair that his friend, Shola, suggested something out of the ordinary: a visit to a white garment church. Shola had recently visited for spiritual guidance, and it had supposedly turned his life around. Tunde was skeptical at first—he had never been overly religious—but he was desperate for any form of relief.
The church was hidden away in the quieter parts of Lagos, far from the bustling streets. It was modest, with walls adorned by simple decorations, white robes, and the subtle smell of incense. The candles flickered as rhythmic chants filled the air.
That’s when he saw her—Biola.
She wasn’t immediately striking, but there was something in her presence that caught his attention. Biola sat calmly beside an older woman, her mother. The two of them exuded a sense of calm, but beneath the surface, there was something more dangerous, something unsettling.
Her mother, speaking in soft, prophetic tones, insisted that Tunde’s misfortunes were not merely coincidences. They were spiritual afflictions that could only be cured through more intense consultations. Desperate to get his life back in order and find some semblance of peace, he agreed.
Little did he know, his life was about to spiral even further out of control.
Chapter 2: The Fateful Meeting
Biola was different from any woman Tunde had ever met. She had an ethereal presence, a quiet power that made him both curious and cautious. After the first consultation, he found himself thinking of her more than he cared to admit. Her words, her gaze, her promises of healing—all of it lingered in his mind, clouding his judgment.
Her mother was the spiritual leader, but Biola was the one who did the work. She was the one who convinced him to continue the sessions. Her soft-spoken reassurances were like balm to his troubled soul. She convinced him that all his problems could be solved—his businesses, his personal life—if he allowed them to help.
The spiritual consultations became more frequent, and soon, Tunde found himself entranced by her presence. His decisions, once sharp and calculated, began to falter. The jazz—spiritual manipulation—slowly worked its way into his mind, bending his will without him realizing it.
Before long, Biola was no longer just a spiritual guide. She was a part of his life, physically and emotionally. She moved into his apartment under the guise of helping him heal, but in reality, she was isolating him from the world. He began to lose contact with his family, his friends, and even his business associates.
His phone stopped ringing with calls from Sandra, not because she didn’t want to reach out, but because Biola had created barriers between him and the outside world. She shielded him from everyone, slowly but surely cutting him off from those who cared about him.
And Tunde let it happen. He was too far gone in his depression to fight back. The betrayal from Sandra had left a void, and Biola filled it—at least, that’s what he told himself. But as time went on, it became clear that Biola wasn’t filling a void; she was creating one. One that he would fall into, deeper and deeper, until there was nothing left.
Chapter 3: A Dark Descent
Tunde’s business empire, once the pride of his life, began to unravel. Clients pulled out of deals, and unexpected expenses piled up. It was as if a curse had settled on everything he touched. But Biola assured him that it was part of the process. She told him it was necessary for his spiritual renewal.
But things only got worse.
He started selling his assets. First, it was his luxury cars, then his properties. The house he had built with such pride, the one he had hoped to retire in with Sandra, was sold off to cover debts he could barely understand. He didn’t even have the energy to fight for it. The fog of jazz had taken hold of him entirely.
Biola, meanwhile, grew more controlling. She bore two children for him, further binding herself to his life. Every decision he made seemed to be hers. His thoughts were no longer his own.
By the time he realized what had happened, it was too late. His businesses were gone. His wealth had vanished. He was a shadow of the man he had once been—broken, isolated, and utterly lost.
Chapter 4: Awakening
As months passed, something strange began to happen. The fog that had clouded Tunde’s mind for so long started to lift. The jazz, it seemed, was wearing off. Slowly, reality began to set in.
He looked at Biola with new eyes and saw her for what she truly was—a manipulator, someone who had used his vulnerability to entrap him in a web of deceit and spiritual control. He felt nothing but hatred toward her. The woman who had once seemed like his salvation had become his prison.
But the damage was already done. His life was in ruins, and there was no going back. His businesses were gone, his properties sold, and his relationship with Sandra and the children was beyond repair.
Chapter 5: A Prison of His Own Making
The realization that Biola had manipulated him didn’t hit Tunde all at once. It came in waves, crashing into him late at night as he lay awake in the bed they now shared. The room that had once felt like a refuge had become a suffocating prison. He had been blind for so long—blinded by his own heartbreak, his depression, and the spiritual manipulation that had held him captive.
Biola’s two children were a constant reminder of how deep the trap had been set. He felt no connection to them, no sense of fatherhood. They were products of manipulation, not love. Every time he looked at them, he was filled with resentment, not toward the innocent children, but toward the woman who had engineered this life of chaos.
His thoughts drifted back to Sandra. He wondered if she had moved on completely, if the man who fathered her unborn child had taken over his role in the family. He missed his children, his real children—the ones he had shared a life with before everything fell apart. But there was no going back now. Sandra was lost to him, and all that remained were the pieces of a life shattered by his own decisions.
The walls of his apartment, once spacious and comforting, seemed to close in on him. His isolation was complete. Friends and family no longer reached out. He had cut them off long ago, under Biola’s influence, and now he had no one left to turn to.
Chapter 6: The Crumbling Empire
Tunde’s businesses had collapsed entirely. What was once a thriving empire had turned into a series of lawsuits, unpaid debts, and abandoned warehouses. The employees who had once admired him had left, finding new jobs while Tunde spiraled deeper into despair.
Biola, though, seemed unfazed by the destruction. She continued living her life as though nothing had changed, controlling every aspect of Tunde’s existence. His apartment, now crowded with her belongings and their two children, was a reflection of the chaos that had consumed his life.
He had tried, in vain, to salvage what little was left of his fortune. But every decision he made seemed to backfire. It was as though his judgment was cursed, his instincts twisted by the manipulation he had endured. The more he tried to climb out of the pit he had fallen into, the deeper he seemed to sink.
His days were spent in a fog, a cycle of regret and helplessness. And yet, something inside him began to stir—a small spark of defiance that had been buried for too long.
Chapter 7: The Jazz Wears Off
One morning, Tunde woke up with a clarity he hadn’t felt in years. It was as though a veil had been lifted from his eyes. The jazz, which had clouded his mind and controlled his every move, had finally worn off. The manipulation was no longer working. He could see things as they truly were.
Biola was not a healer. She was not a savior. She was a parasite, and her mother had been her accomplice. They had preyed on his vulnerability, using his heartbreak over Sandra to control him, to drain him of his wealth and his sanity. Now, as the fog cleared, Tunde could see the full extent of the destruction they had caused.
He looked at Biola with fresh eyes. The attraction, the sense of need he had once felt, was gone. In its place was a burning hatred—a hatred for what she had done to him and for what he had allowed her to do. He had been weak, and she had taken advantage of that weakness. But no more.
Chapter 8: Confrontation
Tunde knew that confronting Biola and her mother would be difficult. He had been under their control for so long that they assumed he was still in their grasp. But now, with the jazz wearing off, he was ready to fight back.
One evening, after the children were asleep, Tunde sat across from Biola at the kitchen table. He had rehearsed this conversation in his mind for days, but now that the moment had come, the words felt heavy in his throat.
“Biola,” he began, his voice low but firm, “I know what you’ve done.”
Biola looked up from her meal, a flicker of confusion crossing her face. “What are you talking about?”
“I know about the jazz. I know how you and your mother manipulated me. You used me, trapped me in this life, and now I see it all.”
Her face hardened, the confusion replaced by cold anger. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. Everything I’ve done has been to help you. You’re ungrateful.”
“Ungrateful?” Tunde’s voice rose, his frustration boiling over. “I lost everything because of you! My businesses, my family, my sanity—you took it all! You and your mother!”
Biola stood, her hands clenched into fists. “Don’t blame me for your failures! You were weak long before I came into your life.”
Tunde stood as well, his heart pounding in his chest. “Maybe I was weak, but I’m not anymore. You can’t control me anymore, Biola. The spell is broken.”
For the first time since they had met, Tunde saw fear in her eyes. The power she had wielded over him was gone, and she knew it.
Chapter 9: Aftermath
Biola left the next day. She packed her things and took the children with her, leaving Tunde alone in the empty apartment. It was a bittersweet departure. On one hand, he was free from the manipulation that had held him captive for so long. On the other hand, his life was in ruins, and the damage that had been done seemed impossible to repair.
He sat in the quiet, the silence deafening. His thoughts drifted to Sandra and the children he had lost. He hadn’t spoken to them in years, hadn’t even tried to reach out. The shame of what had happened kept him from picking up the phone. How could he explain everything? How could he undo the damage?
But he knew he had to try.
Chapter 10: Picking Up the Pieces
Tunde began the slow process of rebuilding his life. It wasn’t easy. His businesses were gone, and his reputation had been tarnished by years of bad decisions and mismanagement. But he was determined to start over, even if it meant starting from nothing.
He reached out to old friends, people he had pushed away during his time with Biola. Some welcomed him back with open arms, while others had moved on. But slowly, he began to rebuild the connections he had lost.
The most difficult step was contacting Sandra. He hadn’t spoken to her since the news of her pregnancy. He didn’t know if she would even take his call, but he had to try.
When she answered the phone, her voice was cold, distant. “Tunde,” she said. “Why are you calling?”
“I’m sorry,” he said, the words catching in his throat. “I’m sorry for everything. I know I can’t change the past, but I want to make things right.”
There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Finally, Sandra spoke. “We’ve both moved on, Tunde. I’m happy now. I have a new family. But I’ll always care about you, and I want you to be happy too.”
The words stung, but they were what he needed to hear. Sandra had moved on, and it was time for him to do the same.
Chapter 11: A New Beginning
Tunde’s journey to recovery wasn’t easy, but it was necessary. He had lost everything—his businesses, his wealth, his family—but in the process, he had found himself. The man he had been before the heartbreak, before the manipulation, was gone. But the man who emerged from the ruins was stronger, wiser, and more resilient.
He started a new business, smaller this time, but one that he built with care and caution. He reconnected with his children, though it took time to rebuild their trust. And though he still carried the scars of his past, he learned to live with them, using them as a reminder of the dangers of manipulation and the importance of self-awareness.
Biola and her mother were gone from his life, but the lessons they had taught him would stay with him forever. He had been a victim, yes, but he had also been complicit in his own downfall. And now, as he stood at the threshold of a new life, he was determined never to let himself fall into that trap again.
Epilogue: Lessons Learned
Life had a way of teaching hard lessons, and Tunde had learned his the hardest way possible. He had been a man blinded by love, weakened by heartbreak, and manipulated by those who sought to take advantage of his vulnerability. But in the end, he had emerged stronger, wiser, and more aware of the dangers that lurked in the shadows of his own mind.
As he looked out at the Lagos skyline, the same view that had once symbolized his success and then his downfall, he felt a sense of peace. The world was still turning, and he was still standing. The future was uncertain, but for the first time in years, Tunde was ready to face it.
With clarity, determination, and the lessons of his past etched into his soul, he stepped forward into the unknown, leaving behind the ruins of his old life and embracing the promise of a new beginning.
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