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28/05/2025

Gratitude is powerful

11/04/2025

Episode 9 – “The Escape”

The thunder cracked like a warning as Tunde’s car screeched to a halt outside the remote countryside house in Kent. The old structure loomed ahead—its windows dark, the trees swaying wildly as if whispering secrets to the storm. He wasn’t sure what he’d find inside, but his gut screamed that Remi was here.

Inside, Remi was working against the ropes. Her wrists were bleeding, her strength nearly gone, but the thought of Sonia winning gave her enough adrenaline to fight through. Her mind replayed every betrayal, every moment of pain. She refused to let this be the end.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed down the wooden hallway. Sonia’s heels clicked like a countdown.

“You know,” Sonia said as she entered, holding a syringe, “I thought I’d feel guilty. But I don’t. You destroyed everything I built.”

Remi’s heart pounded. The ropes gave a little. Just a little more—

CRASH!

The door flew open.

Tunde burst in, soaked, eyes blazing. “Sonia, step away from her!”

She turned, startled. “You followed me?”

“Yes. And I’m done being silent. I should’ve stopped you years ago.”

The syringe trembled in Sonia’s hand. “You don’t love her. You can’t. Not after everything—”

“I never stopped loving her.”

In that moment, Remi broke free from the ropes, lunged forward, and kicked the syringe out of Sonia’s hand. It clattered across the floor.

The fight was messy—desperate. Sonia clawed, screamed, but Tunde pinned her down while Remi called the police with shaky hands.

When they took Sonia away, Remi and Tunde stood in silence. So much had happened. So many wounds still raw.

“You shouldn’t have come,” she whispered, trembling.

“I had to,” he said softly. “Even if you never forgive me, I had to make sure you were safe.”

Remi didn’t respond. She turned to the door and stepped into the rain, head high.

Tunde didn’t follow. He knew better now.

Remi was no longer the girl who waited.

She was the woman who survived.

Three months had passed since that stormy night. Life had slowly started to return to normal—for Remi, at least on the surface. She threw herself back into her work at the hospital, now promoted to Senior Nurse due to her competence and leadership. But the truth? Her heart was still tender. The confrontation with Sonia and the reappearance of Tunde had ripped open old wounds she had buried deep.

One evening, after a long shift, she got a call from an unfamiliar number. She almost ignored it. But something made her pick up.

“Hello?”

“Remi... it’s me. Tunde.”

Silence.

“I know you said never to call again, but I just wanted to say thank you—for not turning me away that night. You saved my life, even if I didn’t deserve it.”

She sighed. “Tunde, what do you want?”

“I’ve signed the divorce papers. I’m trying to start again… as a better man.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I’m leaving London,” he said, his voice low. “I got a job in Manchester. Thought you should know. Not to chase you... I just needed closure. And maybe you do too.”

Remi’s chest tightened. The pain hadn’t fully left, but she wasn’t the same girl anymore. She was stronger. She had forgiven him in her heart, but forgetting wasn’t easy.

“I don’t know what tomorrow holds, Tunde. But I wish you peace,” she said finally.

“Remi, if ever the day comes that your heart softens and there’s space... even if it’s just friendship, I’ll be waiting. If not, I’ll still be grateful that I got to love you once.”

Click.

Tears rolled down her cheeks—not of sorrow, but release. She looked out the window, the city lights glittering like hope.

She had survived betrayal, heartbreak, and chaos.

Now, she was choosing herself.

Whether or not their paths would ever cross again, one thing was certain—

Remi was no longer defined by what she lost, but by who she had become.

THE END

So you think Remi should ever forgive and get back together with Tunde after all that happened?

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11/04/2025

LOVE TURNED SOUR

EPISODE 4

Remi clutched the photo, her fingers trembling. Her heart pounded like a drum in her chest as her eyes darted around the hallway. She rushed inside and locked the door, checking every window, every latch.

Who was doing this? Who was watching? Was it Tunde’s wife, Sonia? Could she really be this unhinged?

That night, she barely slept. Every creak in the house felt like a threat. She sat upright in bed with a kitchen knife beside her pillow.

The next morning at the hospital, Remi was visibly shaken. Her colleague, Nurse Abigail, pulled her aside.
“Remi, are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I think someone’s stalking me,” she whispered.

“Did you report it?”

“I don’t know who it is. And… I’m not even sure I want to go to the police. What if it’s just a sick prank?”

Abigail leaned closer. “If it’s who I think it is, you should be scared.”

Remi blinked. “Who do you think it is?”

Abigail looked around before whispering, “Tunde’s wife came to the hospital last week. Asking questions. About you.”

Remi’s blood ran cold.

Later that evening, Tunde stood outside the building where Remi lived. He hadn’t come to beg. Not this time. He came to warn her. He had overheard Sonia talking to someone on the phone—planning something. He didn’t know what, but it sounded dangerous.

As he approached her door, he heard a scream from inside.

He kicked the door in—only to find the living room in disarray, the curtains blowing wildly through the open window… and Remi, gone.

On the floor was a note, written in the same red ink:

“She took your future. Now she’ll pay."

Tunde stood frozen in Remi’s ransacked apartment, his heart thudding against his ribs. The note trembled in his hands.
“She took your future. Now she’ll pay.”
The words felt like a knife slicing through his chest.

He turned to run out of the apartment, dialing Remi’s number over and over, but it rang out each time. Panic rose in his throat like bile. He knew Sonia was behind this. He just didn’t know how far she’d go.

Meanwhile, Remi was regaining consciousness in a dark, cold room. Her head throbbed, and her wrists were tied. Panic surged through her veins as she tried to scream, only to realize there was tape over her mouth. A single bulb flickered above her, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Then she heard it.
The voice.
“You thought you won, didn’t you?”

It was Sonia.

Sonia stepped into the light, calm… almost too calm.

“You took him from me before he was even mine,” Sonia said, crouching in front of her. “I saw the way he looked at your picture… the way he whispered your name in his sleep. He never loved me.”

Remi tried to scream through the tape, her eyes wide with terror.

“I gave up everything for him,” Sonia continued, her voice cracking. “But you? You were always the one he wanted. And I can't let that happen. I won’t.”

Back in the city, Tunde was already on the move. He went to the police, but with no clear evidence or legal connection to Remi, they were hesitant.

He did the only thing he could—he went to Sonia’s old friend, Ijeoma. She owed him a favor. And when he explained everything, she hesitated… then finally said,
“There’s a house in Kent. Sonia’s father left it to her. She mentioned it once… said it was her place of ‘final solutions.’”

That night, rain poured as Tunde sped toward Kent, dread tightening his chest.

Remi, alone in that shadowy house, closed her eyes and prayed.
Not just for escape.
But for strength.

Because she wasn’t going down without a fight.

TO BE CONTINUED...✍️✍️✍️

11/04/2025

LOVE TURNED SOUR

EPISODE 3

They met at a quiet park the following Saturday, far from the buzz of the city. Remi wore a neutral expression, arms folded across her chest, while Tunde looked like a man carrying the weight of a decade on his shoulders.

"Start talking," she said, no time for pleasantries.

Tunde exhaled deeply. “I never planned to marry someone else, Remi. That wasn’t the plan.”

“Then what was?” she snapped. “Because from where I stood, it looked like betrayal in high definition.”

He looked down at his hands. “After I moved to the UK, things were hard. Real hard. I worked three jobs, tried to save, tried to process my papers. I told myself I’d bring you over. But then… I met Sonia through a friend. She was a citizen. She offered to help—legally—through marriage.”

Remi blinked, her mouth slightly ajar.

“You married her… for papers?”

Tunde nodded slowly. “Yes. I told myself it was temporary. I didn’t love her. I never stopped loving you. But then... she got pregnant.”

Remi’s face hardened. “So you stayed.”

“I felt trapped. She threatened to report me if I left. Said I used her. And the truth? Maybe I did. But I swear, Remi, every day I regretted not telling you. I was a coward.”

Tears welled in Remi’s eyes, but she quickly wiped them away.

“Do you know what you did to me, Tunde?” Her voice trembled. “I turned down good men. I waited like a fool. Believed in promises built on nothing. I gave up years for someone who never chose me.”

Tunde fell to his knees. Right there on the wet grass.

“I didn’t come here for pity,” he said, eyes shining with tears. “I came to face my shame. If you spit on me right now, I’ll take it. But please… I just needed you to know the truth.”

Remi turned her back, unable to bear the sight.

“This conversation is over,” she whispered.

As she walked away, her heart pounded—not with love, but with the ache of a wound reopened.

But in the shadows of the trees, someone was watching. Someone who had been following Remi ever since she got the East London offer.

And they weren’t happy.

Remi got home with her emotions scattered like shattered glass. She didn’t cry this time—her tears had dried up years ago. But something about seeing Tunde on his knees, broken and begging, stirred memories she had buried beneath layers of strength and ambition.

She distracted herself with work, long shifts at the hospital, volunteering for overtime, anything to keep her mind off the past.

But that night, as she left the hospital parking lot and entered her car, her phone buzzed.

Unknown Number: “You looked beautiful in the park today.”

Her fingers froze. She looked around instinctively, heart racing. She was alone… wasn’t she?

Another message came in.

Unknown Number: “He’s not worth your peace, Remi. And he’s not the only one watching.”

Her breath caught. She locked the doors and drove straight home, double-checking every turn. Who was watching her? And why?

Meanwhile, Tunde sat in a dimly lit room, staring at a photo of Remi from their university days. He was a mess—job on the line, marriage in shambles, now this burden of unresolved guilt. His phone rang. Sonia.

“Where were you today?” she snapped.

“At a park,” he said quietly.

“With her?”

He didn’t respond.

“You think I won’t find her? I will, Tunde. And when I do, your ‘Remi’ will wish she never came to this country.”

He ended the call and threw the phone across the room. It shattered—just like his life.

Across the city, Remi installed a security camera at her door. Her instincts screamed something wasn’t right. But she didn’t tell anyone—she had learned the hard way that people disappoint.

The next evening, she received an envelope under her door. No return address. Inside was a single photo…

Her and Tunde at the park. From behind a tree.

And scribbled in red ink:
“Karma isn't done yet.”

TO BE CONTINUED......✍️✍️✍️✍️

11/04/2025

LOVE TURNED SOUR

EPISODE 2

Remi turned her back on Tunde, heart racing as she stormed back into the hospital. Her legs moved faster than her thoughts. Nurses stared, but she didn’t care. She needed space. She needed air. She needed this ghost of her past gone.

But Tunde lingered—outside the hospital, then outside her flat a week later. Never trying to force his way in. Just… waiting.

Her friend, Cynthia, noticed the change. “What’s going on, babe? You’ve been distracted all week.”

Remi sighed. “He’s back. Tunde.”

Cynthia blinked. “Wait… the Tunde? Lagos-Tunde? Wedding-on-social-media Tunde?”

Remi nodded. “He’s in the UK. He says his marriage is hell. That he hasn’t known peace since he left me. He looked like he meant every word.”

Cynthia folded her arms. “And you feel sorry for him?”

Remi didn’t answer. That silence was louder than anything she could say.

Later that evening, Remi found herself by the window, staring at the street. He was there again. In the rain. With nothing but a hoodie and tired eyes. She didn’t call the police. She didn’t call him up either. But her resolve was cracking.

The next day, she left work and found him still outside.

“You’re ruining your own life now. What exactly do you want from me, Tunde?”

“I want to talk. Just once. That’s all.”

They met at a quiet café. The air was thick. Tunde’s hands trembled as he spoke.

“I wasn’t ready. I thought marrying her was the responsible thing. She had helped me get my papers. But Remi, that marriage is killing me. She controls my every move, threatens to report me if I talk back, and treats me like a tool.”

Remi sat stiffly. “You chose that. Over me. After I waited for years. You think an apology will wipe it all away?”

“No,” he said, voice cracking. “I just… I need you to forgive me. I need to know I’m not cursed.”

Remi stared at him long and hard. “You’re not cursed, Tunde. This is life. And life has a funny way of teaching us the lessons we dodged.”

She stood up and grabbed her coat.

“You asked for forgiveness. I’ll think about it. But I will never forget.”

And with that, she walked away again.

Tunde sat alone in the café long after Remi left. Her words echoed in his mind— “I’ll think about it. But I will never forget.” He had hoped for more, even a sliver of warmth, but her eyes had no spark left for him.

That night, he returned to the cold, silent apartment he shared with his wife, Sonia. She didn’t look up from her phone as he walked in. "Did you get the groceries?" she asked, not bothering to hide the disgust in her voice.

“I forgot,” he muttered.

“You forgot?” She stood up abruptly. “You better not be out there chasing ghosts while I hold things down here! I can make one call and have your visa revoked, don’t play with me!”

Tunde stared at her, the weight of his regret crashing down like a storm. This was the life he chose.

The next day, Remi was at work when an email popped up on her phone—from a hospital in East London. A senior nurse role. More pay. Better hours. Her application had been accepted.

She stared at the screen. Change was calling again.

But just as she was about to tell Cynthia the news, a call came in. Unknown number. She ignored it. It rang again. And again. Finally, she picked up.

"Remi… it’s me. Tunde."

Her heart skipped.

“I just wanted to say thank you. For not calling the police. For even listening.”

She sighed, “Tunde, we can’t keep doing this.”

“I know. But I had to say it. There’s so much I never told you—about why I left, about what really happened.”

There was a pause.

“I can’t undo the past,” he continued. “But can I tell you everything? Just once. So you’ll know the truth.”

Remi hesitated. Her walls were high, but curiosity cracked a tiny window.

“Alright,” she said softly. “One conversation. That’s it.”

As she ended the call, she felt something shift. A sense that whatever truth Tunde was carrying… might change everything she thought she knew.

TO BE CONTINUED...✍️✍️✍️

11/04/2025

LOVE TURNED SOUR

EPISODE 1:

It all started on a warm Tuesday afternoon at the university cafeteria in Lagos. The crowd buzzed with the usual noise — students laughing, debating, rushing to meet deadlines. That’s when Tunde saw her for the first time. Remi, the quiet, graceful nursing student with a smile that could stop traffic. She was in her second year, while Tunde was wrapping up his third. He was studying Business Administration — a 4-year course. Smart, driven, and full of charm, Tunde was the kind of guy people noticed. But that day, he noticed her.

Their first conversation was innocent. A compliment about her choice of books led to jokes, which led to shared walks around campus. Over time, their bond grew deeper. What started as simple study sessions evolved into a whirlwind campus romance — the kind everyone admired. Remi was reserved, Tunde was outgoing, but together, they were perfect.

As Tunde’s final year approached, reality set in. He would be graduating soon. Remi had three more years to go. Distance, uncertainty, and future plans now became serious conversations. Tunde had one dream — relocate to the UK to further his career and build a better life. But he promised Remi, “I’ll wait for you. We’ll make it. You’re my everything.”

And so, with tears, hope, and heavy hearts, they parted.

But time, as they say, reveals the truth behind all promises…

Two years had passed since that fateful day Remi stumbled upon the wedding photos of Tunde—her Tunde—on social media. The man she had faithfully waited for, who had promised forever, was standing beside another woman, smiling like he had never whispered love into Remi’s ears. That betrayal didn’t just pierce her—it shattered her.

She cried until she couldn’t anymore. Her friends tried to comfort her, but what could they really say? She had turned down good men, walked away from promising relationships, all in the name of loyalty. Loyalty to a man who didn’t even tell her he was back in Nigeria. No message. No warning. Just a public display of a new beginning without her in it.

So she hardened. Love became a luxury she no longer craved. She poured herself into her nursing career, aced every exam, climbed every ladder, and when the opportunity to move to the UK came, she took it without hesitation. Her life changed—new environment, new purpose, and a heart slowly healing.

Remi was doing well. A respected nurse, her life in the UK was stable, even thriving. But then, out of nowhere, her past started trailing her. A message request from an unknown account. A figure across the street who looked all too familiar. Then finally—she saw him.

Tunde.

Standing at the hospital entrance, looking lost, broken… and desperate.

Remi’s heart pounded. Rage bubbled up before she even processed it. Her first instinct was to turn and walk away. Her second was to report him. But the third… was something else. She walked up to him, slowly, cautiously.

“You have ten seconds to say what you want before I call the police.”

Tunde raised both hands, tears glistening in his eyes. “Remi, please… I’m sorry. I didn’t come here to cause trouble. I just need to talk to you. Please.”

Remi stared at him—this wasn’t the confident young man she once loved. This was a shadow of Tunde.

“I trusted you,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I waited for you while you built a life with someone else. And now you show up here, in my new life, asking for what? Closure? A second chance?”

Tunde fell to his knees right there, in public.

“What happened to me… it’s like karma, Remi. My marriage is a nightmare. I haven’t known peace since I left you.”

Remi’s jaw clenched.

“Good. Maybe that’s exactly what you deserve.”

But deep inside, her heart wasn’t as cold as she wanted it to be. And that… scared her the most.

TO BE CONTINUED...✍️✍️✍️

11/04/2025

" Love turned Sour"
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07/04/2025

WOMB ON TRIAL

Episode 12: The Last

The days leading up to the final court hearing were a whirlwind of preparations. I barely slept, constantly going over every piece of evidence, every statement, and every detail that could help secure my victory. My phone buzzed constantly, mostly with messages from Emeka’s family—pleas, threats, manipulations. But I ignored them all.

I was stronger now.

Ngozi had been my rock through all of this, coaching me through the final steps. “Nkechi,” she said one night, looking at me seriously, “This is it. We’ve exposed the truth. They’ve had their chance to fight back. Now, we finish this.”

That final court day, I walked into the courtroom with a sense of clarity I hadn’t had before. The air was thick with anticipation, but I stood firm, ready to face whatever Emeka and his family had left.

Emeka was already there, sitting with his lawyer, his face stoic, though I could see the tension in his shoulders. His mother and sisters were seated behind him, their eyes fixed on me with a mix of contempt and disbelief.

I couldn’t let that faze me.

The judge called the session to order, and the proceedings began. Emeka’s lawyer was the first to speak, as expected. He tried to argue that I was simply abandoning my marital duties and that the issues in the marriage could still be worked out. He even claimed that I was "irresponsible" for walking away, disregarding the years I had spent trying to meet their impossible demands.

But I had prepared for this.

When it was my turn to speak, I stood tall, my heart steady. I looked directly at the judge, my voice clear and unwavering. “Your Honor, I am here today not just to end a marriage that was never mine, but to reclaim my life. I was pushed into this marriage under false pretenses. I was manipulated and controlled by a system that had no respect for my rights, my body, or my desires. I was never allowed to be who I am.”

I glanced briefly at Emeka. He wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“We have presented evidence that clearly shows the extent of the manipulation. This marriage was not about love, Your Honor. It was about fulfilling a family tradition, and I was nothing more than a pawn.”

I could feel the eyes of the courtroom on me. I felt exposed, vulnerable—but I didn’t care anymore. This was my truth.

The final words were spoken. The judge asked if we had any final statements, and I looked at Ngozi, who nodded at me with quiet approval.

I was done. The truth had been laid bare.

Emeka’s lawyer tried one last, desperate plea, but it was too late. The evidence was undeniable.

The judge deliberated for what felt like an eternity, but when he finally spoke, his words sent a rush of relief through me. “This court has reviewed the evidence, and it is clear that the plaintiff, Nkechi, was subjected to undue pressure and manipulation in this marriage. The request for divorce is granted, and the defendant’s request for reconciliation is denied.”

I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

It was over.

But the relief didn’t last long. As we gathered our things to leave, I noticed Emeka standing off to the side, his eyes locked on mine. There was no apology, no remorse. Just coldness.

His family remained silent, their expressions unreadable. I didn’t care anymore.

I walked out of the courtroom with my head held high. I had won.

NEW BEGINNING

The next few days were a blur. I spent them processing what had happened—reflecting on everything I had endured, everything I had fought for. But beneath the exhaustion, I felt something else: freedom.

It wasn’t just the legal victory that mattered; it was the reclaiming of my life, my choices, my voice.

I went back to Ifeoma’s apartment, where I could finally breathe without the constant weight of Emeka’s family looming over me. Ifeoma had already started planning a small celebration to mark the end of this chapter.

“Nkechi, you did it,” she said, her voice filled with pride. “You really did it.”

I smiled, though it was bittersweet. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

We spent the evening talking and laughing, the weight of the past few months slowly lifting from my chest.

The following weeks brought a whirlwind of changes. I started looking for a new place to live—somewhere that would be mine, where I could finally start fresh. I got back to work, focusing on my career and regaining the sense of independence I had almost lost.

I had to rebuild everything, from the ground up. But I was no longer afraid.

The hardest part was still learning how to trust myself again. I had spent so many years bending to the will of others that I had lost sight of who I truly was. But I was determined to rediscover her.

One day, as I sat at my new apartment, I received a call from Ngozi. She had some news.

“The court ruling has been finalized, and Emeka’s family can’t contest it anymore. You’re officially free, Nkechi.”

The news hit me like a wave. It was real now. There was no turning back.

I took a deep breath, allowing the weight of it to sink in. I was free.

As I looked out the window of my new place, the city lights sparkling below, I knew the road ahead wouldn’t be easy. But it would be mine. And for the first time in a long time, that was enough.

The End

07/04/2025

WOMB ON TRIAL

EPISODE 11:

The courtroom felt suffocating. The air was thick with tension, each side bracing for the storm that was about to unfold. Emeka sat there, his jaw clenched, his family’s eyes boring into me. They all seemed so sure of themselves, as though victory was already in their hands.

But I wasn’t afraid anymore.

I sat upright, my hands folded on my lap, keeping my eyes focused straight ahead. The weight of the moment was almost overwhelming, but I refused to let it show.

The judge, a middle-aged man with a serious face, looked between us. “This is a divorce proceeding. The plaintiff, Nkechi, is seeking to dissolve her marriage to the defendant, Emeka. Let’s begin.”

Emeka’s lawyer stood first, a tall, slick man with an air of arrogance. He made his case quickly, detailing the supposed “failures” of my marriage—how I had refused to meet the family’s expectations, how I was “disrespectful,” how I had “rejected” Emeka’s efforts to make things work.

His words felt like daggers, each one aimed at my character, trying to paint me as the villain. It was clear they had prepared for this. But I had prepared too.

When it was my turn, Ngozi rose, standing strong beside me. She addressed the court, her voice clear and confident. "Your Honor, we are here today because this marriage was never based on mutual respect or love. From the very beginning, Nkechi was manipulated into this union by her husband’s family. Their primary goal was not her happiness, but to produce a male heir. She was treated as nothing more than a vessel, and when she failed to meet their demands, they discarded her."

There was a murmur in the courtroom, and I could feel Emeka’s gaze seething with anger, but I didn’t flinch.

Ngozi continued. "We have presented evidence showing how the defendant’s family sought to control every aspect of Nkechi’s life, even attempting to manipulate her reproductive choices. The defendant, rather than supporting his wife, sided with his family, leaving her isolated and helpless."

Emeka’s lawyer jumped in, trying to refute the claims. But Ngozi was unyielding. She had all the proof she needed—the texts, the recordings, the testimonies from those who had witnessed the manipulation firsthand.

As Ngozi spoke, I could see Emeka’s face shift from anger to frustration. It was clear now—this wasn’t just a divorce; it was a battle for my freedom. And I wasn’t backing down.

The hearing continued for hours, each side making their case. But as the day wore on, the cracks in Emeka’s defense began to show. The more they tried to paint me as the problem, the more it became evident that the true issue was Emeka’s family—how they had controlled and suffocated me, using Emeka as a pawn in their game.

I could see his mother’s face in the crowd—her eyes narrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line. She was furious, no doubt angry that her plans to control my life were being exposed for everyone to see.

But it wasn’t just Emeka and his family who were watching me. It was also the judge, who had started to show signs of empathy, his gaze softening as he took in the evidence.

By the time the court adjourned for the day, I felt emotionally drained, but something inside me was shifting. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was finally being heard.

I left the courtroom with a sense of relief that I hadn’t expected. I was still in the fight, but it felt like I was on the right side of history. I wasn’t just fighting for a divorce—I was fighting for my dignity, my freedom, my life.

That night, as I sat with Ifeoma in her living room, I couldn’t shake the feeling of the day’s events.

“I can’t believe this is actually happening,” I said, my voice trembling slightly.

Ifeoma smiled at me, though it was a smile filled with concern. "You’ve got this, Nkechi. You’ve been strong this whole time, and this is just the beginning. The truth is on your side. You’re not alone in this."

I nodded, though the weight of what was ahead still felt heavy. The battle wasn’t over yet. In fact, it was just getting started.

The next few weeks were filled with more hearings, but as time went on, it became clear that Emeka’s family was losing their grip. They had tried everything—manipulating witnesses, twisting the truth, throwing out desperate accusations. But with each failed attempt, the case was swinging further in my favor.

I spent my days preparing, making sure every detail was covered, every piece of evidence was in place. Ngozi was relentless, and with her by my side, I knew I could face whatever came next.

But Emeka wasn’t going to let this go easily. I received a message from him one night, late into the evening.

"Nkechi, I know you’ve made up your mind. But if you really want a chance to make this work, if you care about me at all, come to me. We can fix this."

I stared at the message for a long time. The temptation to fall back into his arms, to believe that maybe, just maybe, things could go back to how they were, was real. But deep down, I knew the truth.

Emeka had never really seen me. Not as a partner, not as a person. To him, I had always been just a tool to fulfill a family duty. And I wasn’t going to let him drag me back into that prison.

I deleted the message without responding.

The court date was approaching again. This time, I wasn’t just fighting for my freedom—I was fighting for my future.

And no matter what happened, I knew one thing for sure: I was going to win.

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