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Finding Mr. Perfect Husband Part 3 By Vicky Bon Uzuazor

by Vicky Bon Uzuazor

Yes, here is the Part 3. In case you missed Part 1 and Part 2, kindly click here and  here respectively.

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A week after Imabasi and Miriam’s reconciliation, they went on a weekend vacation at Troy’s place.

Troy couldn’t take his eyes off Miriam when he saw her from afar; Walking down from the house with a small traveling box to the car.
His stare was lustful, and the two women didn’t notice.

” Hi honey, meet my best friend and only sister, Miriam.” Imabasi said, pointing her hands to both directions.

“It’s a pleasure, Miss Miriam. I have heard so much about you.” Troy said, as he shook hands with Miriam and held her hands tight. Miriam forcefully redrew her hands from his and gave a forceful laugh.
She fought against a fear that was so dark it felt as if she was smothering in it.

Troy made pork pies and Bratwurst stew with sauerkraut.
He lined the bowls of food on the dining table and after the cutleries and plates were set, he called on Imabasi and Miriam.

“Ladies, food is ready.” He said aloud.

Imabasi became excited as she held Miriam’s hand and sat on the chair.

“Troy is a good cook,” Imabasi said excitedly.

“Good for you.” Miriam retorted unusually.
The three of them began to eat. Miriam didn’t like the pork pies, but she liked the bratwurst stew, and she ate more of it.

“You’re a good cook,” Miriam said, turning her gaze to Troy.

“I am glad you like it.” He said as his gaze traveled from her face down to her breasts, and when Miriam felt the hardness of his stare, she became uncomfortable and uneasy.

“I am filled.” She said and dropped the fork and the knife.

“So soon? You should eat more.” Troy said soothingly.
She studied him for a moment before she answered.
“No, I am fine,” Miriam said softly.

Imabasi gazes at Miriam immediately and took off her eyes. She suspected something wasn’t right with Miriam, but she wasn’t sure what it was.


Imabasi led Miriam to the guest room after they had a bottle of white wine. The room didn’t have a door, and she was scared of sleeping there alone.

“Can you come stay with me here please?” Miriam said.

“Of course not. Troy will want me in his arms.” She stared directly at Miriam’s eyes and said, “Is everything alright with you? You are not comfortable here.”

“I will be fine,” Miriam said, and walked into the room, leaving the light switch on.

A moment later, Miriam was sleeping soundly when a hand lightly ran through her thighs.

In confusion, she blinked her eyes, disoriented for a moment, and then her eyes widened on Troy.
Everything came rushing back to her at once, when she sat up quickly, she realized that he was naked. His heart slammed into his gut, and he quickly stood up from the bed.
His voice was low when he said, “I fell in love with you the moment I saw you let’s make love to seal this, please. I can tell your friend that I don’t love her anymore, it’s you Miriam.”

Miriam was shaking in horror.

“Please just leave here before I scream. I am going to scream, you can’t love me. You’re not what Ima thinks you’re. You’re a Casanova, you’re a player, and if you lay your hands on me, I will arrest you, I will tell the police that you are a rapist. And you know what that means?” Miriam said in a shaky tone, as she held the duvet to herself.

“You have a beautiful skin, breast, and butt. I love it.” He whispered, his words hit with full force.

“Get out please. Just go…” Miriam said in a low, but deeper voice.

She gave him a scathing glare as he walked out of the room.
She mumbled under her breath, biting back an angry retort.

She couldn’t sleep anymore. She sat up on the bed, thinking about how she was going to tell her best friend, that the man she claims loves her so much sneaked into her thighs in the middle of the night.
It sounded heavy in Miriam’s mouth, she wondered how Imabasi was going to feel when she tells her of Troy’s behavior.

Through the endless sleepless night, she had thought of Imabasi and Troy. She recalled how Imabasi boasted about him, and thought of how she was going to feel if she found out that he wasn’t just that guy she thought he was, he was worse than the others.


The day was sweltering, and Miriam put on her sunglasses all through in the car, until they got home. She was quiet all the while, and Imabasi wondered what was going on with her.
When Troy stopped the car right before their house, Miriam was the first to alight hastily.
The first step she took was jarring.
Imabasi gave Troy a kiss on the lip and walked as fast as she could behind her friend.
“You don’t seem okay?” Imabasi asked sadly.
“I am fine. I am not just in the mood.” Miriam retorted.
“No you’re not. You were so excited to join Troy and I for a weekend vacation. And then this morning, you said you wanted to come back home.”
Miriam clicked the door open as she glared at Imabasi. “Richard wants me.”
“That’s not true. You told Richard you were going to be with Troy and I this weekend. And he allowed you, because you said he has something to do in Loxford. Why are you lying to me? Don’t you like Troy?” Imabasi asked with a stern look.
Miriam sniffed in disgust as she threw her handbag on the sofa.
“Where was Troy last night, few hours after dinner?” Miriam asked, her face suffused with bitterness.
“I was deeply asleep…Most times he plays the PS3 game in the sitting room, so I am sure he was there while I was asleep.”
“No, you’re not sure. He was right in the guest room, running his hands down my thighs, trying to reach my panties, so he could sleep with me and….”
“Stop it, stop it this minute! My Troy isn’t the person you’re talking about right now. I won’t have you talk about my boyfriend like that. He loves me, he will never want any other woman.”
Miriam said softly,
“I didn’t want to tell you this. But you forced me to. This is the last time I am going to talk to you about Troy. He is not the guy you think he is. He is a womanizer, he is a cheat, he is worse than a rapist, he is a….”
“Just shut up! You’re jealous. You’re jealous of me, you can’t have him. He is better than your Richard, whom you wash his dirty linens and you’re just so tired of his boring, stupid, dirty life! My Troy is much better. I can’t even compare him to your Richard. I don’t wanna ever see you cross my bedroom door. Stay in your lane, I stay in mine.” She glared angrily at her as she walked away, and she turned back in time to see Miriam’s fury. Miriam actually smiled a bittered smile, which only made her angrier.
There was disappointment written all over Miriam’s face. She didn’t know what to say or do. She lowered herself on the sofa, breathing in and out.
Suddenly, Imabasi flew out from the room to the sitting room, she stood before Miriam and said, “I brought you from Nigeria to London, I organized your visa, bought you a ticket. I made you, I made. And now, you wanna pay me back by ruining the only perfect thing I have ever had.”
Miriam pretended not to hear her but instead stared at her angry reddish face.
“As I told you earlier, you’re dating a male whore! If there is any word like that. If I had known, I would have screamed the roof down when he came to me last night. But I pitied him. I pitied you. I didn’t wanna see that tears in your eyes, I didn’t wanna see the shame. He couldn’t even get his eyes off my breast. My Richard can never be so lustful towards a woman, not even my friend. Instead of you raising your voice, and embarrassing yourself here, why not go investigate more on this guy. You don’t know him. Whatever he told you about himself are all lies. He is a Casanova, and he is never going to change, not even because of you. Because you’re so naive and stupid!”
Miriam said with anger in her tone, while Imabasi nodded tearily.
Miriam took her handbag and walked away with long strides, her voice deepening several tones when she said, “get out of my way!”

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Dayo June 14, 2017 - 6:54 am

Nice story


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