Billionaire Returned From America And Found His Pregnant Wife Living In An Abandoned House!

He told her the amount required. Chidinma’s expression remained calm, but inside her mind, something had already started moving.

That afternoon, Chidinma went to the market. The sun was blazing hot, and the usual chaos of Balogun Market filled the air. But today she looked at the market differently—not as a place of routine, but as a battlefield.

If Oena was going to travel to America, the money had to come from somewhere. And she already knew where.

At her stall, she began working harder than ever before. Instead of waiting for customers to approach, she actively called out to passersby.

“Fine Ankara! Beautiful fabrics! Come and see!”

Soon customers gathered. She smiled warmly, negotiated confidently, and convinced people to buy even when they had only come to look. By midday, she had sold more fabrics than usual.

But she didn’t stop.

After closing her stall in the evening, she walked to another section of the market. A woman she knew sold ready-made children’s clothes.

“Madam Ngozi,” Chidinma said. “Can I help you sell tomorrow? I’ll take commission.”

The woman studied her carefully. “You’re already running your own stall.”

“I just need extra income.”

After a moment, Madam Ngozi nodded. “All right.”

From that day forward, Chidinma’s life changed. She woke up before sunrise. She worked in the market until evening. Then she assisted other traders for small commissions. Some days she barely had time to eat. At night, she returned home exhausted but determined.