Last year, my business was collapsing. I owed 15 million naira to loan sharks who were threatening my family. My wife works as an executive assistant to a wealthy Lebanese businessman. One night, he called me directly and made an offer: he would clear my debt and invest 10 million in my business if my wife 'accompanied him' on his business trips. He said it so casually, like he was discussing a contract. I was horrified. I told my wife immediately, expecting her to be disgusted. Instead, she looked at me - really looked at me - and said 'if this is what it takes to save our family, I'll do it.' I should have said no. I should have found another way. But I didn't. I watched my wife dress up and leave with him to Dubai, London, Johannesburg. Each trip lasted a week. She went on 8 trips in total. The money came. My business was saved. The loan sharks disappeared. But something in me died. She would come back and try to be normal, try to touch me, but I would freeze. I know I did this. I gave her permission. I basically sold my own wife. But I can't stop the images in my head. When we're in bed, I imagine her with him. When she smiles, I wonder if she smiled at him the same way. Last month, she told me she's tired of me making her feel dirty when I was the one who agreed. She's right. I'm a coward who let another man have his wife to save his own skin. My business is thriving now. I drive a new car. I bought a house. All bought with the money from my wife's body. My friends congratulate me on my success. My family is proud. Nobody knows the real price. Last week, her boss called again. He wants her to go to Paris with him. My wife looked at me with dead eyes and said 'your choice.' I don't know what to do anymore. The man I was before this would have never imagined making such a choice. Now I don't even recognize myself.