I caught my husband's side chick at my own stall and said nothing

Two years ago I see one fine girl dey buy from my shop every Saturday. Same time. Same perfume. Then I notice she dey count change like person wey know my money.

One evening I follow my husband go Oshodi. I see him drop her for bus stop. My own husband. The one wey dey complain say fuel price dey chop his danfo profit.

I no shout. I no cry for road. I just go home, cook egusi, and serve him. He ate. He slept. He never knew I knew.

Until last month when she came to my stall with her new boyfriend. She saw me. I saw her. I gave her extra sachet of milk. Free. She no fit look me for eye. My own be say, God dey watch everybody. But that extra milk still dey pain her till today.