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Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by Fannycfo: 9:38am On Aug 06
Happy birthday Culin kiss kiss kiss
Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by oyinella(f): 10:09am On Aug 06
Happy birthday Culin, age beautifully
Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by Culin(f): 1:52pm On Aug 06
Wow. I don't deserve you guys. Thank you so much for the wishes and amen to all your prayers.

Millieademi no cake o, just finished two wraps of semovita. cheesy

Enirock, your comments get me emotional everytime. Amen and amen.

Make una sitdown relax, updates 'bout to start flying in.

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Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by Geestunnar(m): 2:24pm On Aug 06
Culin:
Wow. I don't deserve you guys. Thank you so much for the wishes and amen to all your prayers.

Millieademi no cake o, just finished two wraps of semovita. cheesy

Enirock, your comments get me emotional everytime. Amen and amen.

Make una sitdown relax, updates 'bout to start flying in.
Happy birthday dear Culin, greater heights, more feats and great strides I pray.....Ochanya wink smiley
Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by millieademi(f): 2:51pm On Aug 06
Culin:
Wow. I don't deserve you guys. Thank you so much for the wishes and amen to all your prayers.

Millieademi no cake o, just finished two wraps of semovita. cheesy

Enirock, your comments get me emotional everytime. Amen and amen.

Make una sitdown relax, updates 'bout to start flying in.


Who tell you say I no dey chop semo? If na semo dey,no problem. Bring three wraps and plenty soup with plentier meat.

We are waiting for the updates
Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by Culin(f): 3:23pm On Aug 06
Chapter 24 - Spotting A weakness

The satisfaction derived from the fleeting things of life is not lasting; and our wants remain unfulfilled. There is thus a general sense of dissatisfaction accompanied by all kinds of worries.

Meher Baba

Song - Fate by H.E.R

NATHAN

When I'd buttoned my tux and stepped into my car for the award ceremony, I'd expected the night to be a normal one. I did not expect to meet or kiss the woman who'd handed over my kids to another man and had me locked out of my mother's home for hours.

Neither did I expect Ivan would tell my fiancée of my whereabouts or that it'll lead to hitting her.

Two weeks later—and only few days to my wedding, endless thoughts of Enitan and the consequences of the events of that night were far from over.

"Please tell me the rumours of the IFCA currently sniffing around Avalon isn't true?" My mum asked with a worried expression immediately I crossed the large doors leading to the living room of the Adakole's mansion.

Good day to you too, Mum.

I knew her request to see me was related to recent IFCA retaliation engineered by Mr Martins that could've only been a result of me hitting Annabelle two weeks ago, leaving her alone at my home and refusing to show up for any of our wedding plans.

I threw my hands up frustratingly. "Unfortunately, its true."

She became flustered. "Does this have anything to do with your ex?" she yelled. I hesitated and she crossed her arms, waiting impatiently for a reply.

"I may have hit Annabelle," I murmured, looking down in shame.

"Nathaniel Adakole! I raised you better! What madness came over you?"

"I'm not making excuses, but she went too far, defaming father and I by implying I was following in his steps of having an affair and expecting her to support it like you do."

I looked at her face, expecting her to laugh at the ridiculous accusation. After all, her husband, though a rugged businessman, was a principled and faithful husband, one who wouldn't dare expose his family to such a scandalous life. Instead, I watched as blood drained from her face.

"W-What?" She stuttered. Holding her belly and grabbing the sofa by its arm, she sat and stared into space.

"Mum, are you ok?"

"Look, if Annabelle told you this then you can't ruin this thing with her."

"It's true then?"

'You're clueless and desperate, little wonder it's so easy to manipulate you.'

Annabelle had said that night as she cursed and trudged behind me, hot on my heels before I pressed the elevator shut against her face.

What else was I clueless about? She was right, I was being manipulated and the frustration was reaching it's peak.

My mother's face softened and she looked at me, silently begging me to drop the subject. Ever since the incident of the fake heart attack, she'd been trying to get on my good side, a place where I could trust her and her motives again. She wasn't willing to lie to me again, and neither was she ready to talk.

"Mum, please, say something, all this is driving me insane," I pleaded in a low tone.

She shook her head, frowning and biting her lip.

I moved to her side and crouched beside the sofa. "Annabelle can't keep her mouth shut, it's only a matter of time before people find out."

It was clear, the Martins family were going to be our undoing, there used to be a time when we no one could mess with our family. But now, a family of opportunist were riding on the waves of intimidation and using us as surf boards.

Her palms covered her face. "Why would this come up all of a sudden—and how does she even know this? The affair happened years ago and Williams assured me it stopped."

"Oh, God," I groaned, flexing the muscles in my jaw.

Hearing her admit it hurt. Mr 'we do things for family' didn't respect his family enough not to hurt them. Hypocrite.

"How sure are you it's stopped! Not just financial crimes but a scandalous affair? We'll never recover from the blowback!"

"I'll have a little chat with Annabelle and take care of this!" she challenged.

"Yeah, just like you took care of the construction and oil block deal before putting me in this mess. How do you still love that man when all he's done is hurt and disrespect you?"

"I don't resent him for making the mistakes he made. I'm proud that he ended it."

"It doesn't change the fact that he cheated! And somehow, a family who's already blackmailing us has that knowledge," I said, standing from my crouched position and making my point with hand gestures.

"It's not his fault! We were struggling with our marriage! Your father was still trying to grasp the terms and—"

"What terms? You both met in a park in London and fell in love after that."

"No. We both met in Benue State, a month to our wedding. My father's company was one of the best paint producers in Otukpo and the country at the time, but in 1985 he made bad investments and was in so much debt." She intertwined both hands and continued speaking. "To survive, he needed a merger or a buyer. But your father offered to buy just our patent rights and lift manpower, it was cheaper. But my father wasn't going to let his great name and hard work go so cheaply, so he insisted that whoever he sold it to, his family had to be involved. And that's how your father and I got married."

"How come we never knew this?"

"Now you do, and you know why you can't let anyone ruin this company."

"Who's this woman?" I asked, after a while of silence.

"You don't need to know that! Your focus right now should be presenting yourself as a suitable husband and good father to your unborn kids. You're going to perform both responsibilities perfectly and take care of both women without fault," she warned sternly. "And that begins now when you take this pregnancy pillow to Enitan," she said, pointing to a blue hollowed-rectangular pillow on the wooden coffee table. "You'll drive me there so I can check on her too."

She'd completely switched from my father's topic with a straight face like we'd never spoken about it.

"Mum, no more secrets, you said that!"

"Someday you'll understand that somethings are better left unsaid."

I scoffed and shook my head in disappointment.

'What is with you Adakole's and baby mamas.' Annabelle's statement in the hospital came rushing to my memory.

"I'm going upstairs to change into something more comfortable, can you drop this in your car?" She pointed again to the pillow and made for the staircase.

"Did this woman have a child for him?" I asked as she walked upstairs, my question catching her unawares.

She grabbed the railings. Her breath hitched in her throat and I couldn't tell if she was still breathing.

"I know what your motives are. You are angry at your father and want to get back at him," she stated as a matter of fact. "But you can't pursue this any further."

"Ok." I nodded. "Don't tell me. I'll find everything I need to know."

****
My mother had been smartly vague, not giving specific details. There was no woman that came to mind as I thought of who my father's mistress or child could be. But I was done waiting around for information from outsiders. Banking on the hopes that he'd have occasionally had financial transactions with whoever this woman was, I called the manager of the bank Avalon and our family used.

"Hello, Yusuf." I said as I picked the pillow and headed for the front door. Yusuf Maigida, a 39yr old Fulani, was the GM of Apex Bank and a long time friend.

"Good afternoon, Abokina. Having a lovely weekend?" He asked in his usual hearty voice.

Nothing close. But there was no need filling him in on my life's crisis. "It's perfect. Yours?"

"With the family. Alhamdulillah for weekends like this." Yusuf often took the late Friday flight to visit his family of four in Abuja and was back to Lagos on the first Monday morning flight.

"That's great. I need a favour, Yusuf." I opened the back door of my car and dropped the pillow on the seat. Anxiety of seeing Enitan again for the first time since the hotel incident was beginning to build up in my chest.

"Anything. Just say the word."

"Can you track the spending of the Chairman?" I asked, returning to the drivers seat and settling in while waiting for my mother.

"Is there a problem sir? The auditors rounded up quarterly audits just a month ago. I believe if there was anything spectacular I'd be the first to know."

"Not the official records, I meant his personal bank statement."

The line went silent.

"Sir?" he sounded struck. I knew he'd heard me the first time. My request was as easy as telling him to walk into a burning building, but he was the only one with such access. Even the IFCA needed a search warrant for it.

"Please, Yusuf, I won't be asking if it wasn't important."

"Not only is it illegal to do that without his signature, but snooping around the Chairman's financial records could get me fired and out of a job forever, and you know this!"

I sighed in defeat.

He heaved a deep breathe and after some seconds, he asked, "What exactly are you looking for?"

"Deposits. Deposits to any account that appears often. Payments for cars or houses, vacations, anything.

"And if this backfires?"

"Your lawyers can claim you were under duress. I'll take full responsibility."

"Honestly, I'm only doing this for the sake of our friendship.”

“Thank you!”

“I'll need my work station at the office for that. I'll get to it as soon as I return tomorrow and forward a copy of whatever I find to your mail within the week."

Within the week

God. That felt like a year but compared to confronting my father or trying to force his bodyguard to snitch, it was my best shot to finding clarity. "That's fine, Yusuf. I sincerely appreciate your help."

"Anything for a brother. Oh, and congratulations on your wedding. Mariam sends her wishes."

"Thanks, bro. Expecting your mail."


Curiosity they said, killed the cat. But as I drove to the beach house with my mother in the passenger seat, I couldn't help but wonder; what if whatever I found was going to liberate me?

'Leave her.' Enitan's words echoed at the back of my mind.

What if it was all the leverage I needed to push my father to the edge of finding another solution to his problems.

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Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by millieademi(f): 3:38pm On Aug 06
Please do not tell me Eni's mum is William Adakole's mistress
Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by Culin(f): 4:17pm On Aug 06
millieademi:
Please do not tell me Eni's mum is William Adakole's mistress

Hahaha, hang on to your hat!

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Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by Culin(f): 6:44pm On Aug 06
Chapter Twenty-Five Moving—Away

Innocent people can get into terrible jams, too. One false move and you're in over your head.

Ben Hecht

Song—Smiling when I die by Sasha Sloan

ENITAN

I didn't know what to do with the information I'd learnt; Nathan's father had tried to murder me. Nathan's family were responsible for the pain I had to go endure, the sleepless nights. Yet, his mum had pretended to be nice, offering her house and pretentious smiles. I was so blinded by all the nice things to remember wealthy people were all the same and every act of kindness had a hidden motive. That also had to be why Everest was always around me. Was it for my protection or to keep an eye on me? And to think I was beginning to confide in him.

Leaving town was the best option for my family and children's safety. So, even though I'd smiled with Everest every morning and lived in the beach house like my life was perfect, moving far away from Lagos, Nathan and his family became my greatest obsession.

Sitting on a white bench beside the house, I glanced one last time at the two options on the screen of my HP laptop.

'Make Payments'
'Cancel Reservation'

I hovered the cursor above both options and began to doubt my decision. Not giving myself enough time to panic and back out, I clicked on 'make payments' and a new page with my flight details popped up. Just about the same time, Jameel's skype call came in. I blew out an exasperated sigh. I could'nt ignore him forever.

"Enitan, have you been avoiding me?" Jameel asked immediately his face appeared on the screen.

I smiled at the inscription on his red T-shirt; here I am. Now what are your other two wishes.

Classic Jameel.

His laptop was placed on his well laid bed while he sat on a stool beside it.

He'd dropped me off at Tanya's place after the ruckus with Nathan and Annabelle...even kept me company and insisted on seeing me afterwards, but I couldn't let him get entangled with my complicated life, especially now that I knew I was dealing with a dangerous family. I was also beginning to doubt his true intentions. For all I know, he could be lying like Nathan and his family.

"There are so many things happening, I need to clear my head," I said, dragging in a long breath and exhaling a sharp one.

"Am I part of those things?"

"Yes, you are."

"Then why don't we talk about it. Look I'm sorry for coming hard at you at the awards. I just got carried away."

I sucked up air again and decided to ask one of the many questions that have been plundering my mind.

"Are you gay?"

"What?" Jameel's face contorted into lines of shock and confusion. "Why would you even ask something like that?"

"Then, are you sterile?"

"Christ! Enitan! Where are all these questions coming from?"

"Because I need to know why you're so hell bent on having me!"

"Wow. I didn't realize you had reservations."

"You still haven't answered my question."

"Wow." Lost for words, he swept his hands over his head, it was then I noticed he'd gotten a fresh cut with a different style of carving.

"Are you using me to cover up for something?"

"Is it so hard to believe that I like you?"

"Jameel, please. I can't stand anymore lies."

"I have never and will never lie to you or use you for anything! You seem to have forgotten our history. I loved you, Nita. You were my first. That hasn't changed. Six years later and my feelings for you haven't changed."

I looked at him like he'd just told me Aliens had evaded earth.

"You don't believe me." He bobbled his head slowly, in a somewhat hopeless manner, then a look of determination crossed his face and he drew closer to his computer. "When I saw you on that hospital bed for the first time, I knew fate had given me a second chance. And when you told me the father of your child couldn't be there, I knew for sure it was destiny."

"Jameel—"

"I see this as a continuation of an old race, Enitan. Not the beginning of a new one. It doesn't matter if there are two additions to your life, I love them equally as I love you."

A spell of dizziness hit me. I should have shut him down when he brought roses to my hospital room. When his hugs lasted seconds longer. I should have dashed his hopes when we hung out. Instead I led him on and on out of own hurt.

"I like being around you, Jameel. But those feelings—I'm trying to heal from something—I can't reciprocate those feelings."

"I know. Your heart is with him, maybe it always will. But I can live with that. I just want you to let me love you. You don't have to give anything in return."

"I'll never forgive myself for denying you such a beautiful thing."

"I deserve it. For not reaching out to you after school."

"You don't. You deserve love, Jameel. You're sweet and kind, and any woman would be lucky to have you."

"Any woman except you," he smiled, a sad one as his shoulders slouched.

"I thought I wanted this. But I was only being a coward. I need to learn to face my future alone."

"But you don't have to!"

"I do!" My voice raised and he drew in a ragged breath, covering his face with both palms.

"I do," I repeated.

When his hands came off his face, his eyes were glittery with tears. "How are you going to do that? Accept the things people will say about you and your kids?"

I kept a straight face so he didn't think I was joking around or being stupid. "I'm just going to go somewhere new to start all over. Get a job and have my babies. Away from all the confusion."

"Ok," he smiled and nodded. "Do what you want, but I'll be there to assist you all the way."

"No. I want to do this alone. With a clear head."

"Wow." The hurt on his face was glaring even though he tried to cover it up with a smile. Sighing, he looked back up at the screen. "If I give you enough space, tell me that when you're ready again, you'll give me the same chance you gave him."

"What?"

"I'm saying, would you consider marrying me when your head is clear enough."

"Jameel, I—" the side of my eyes caught some movement, I turned to see Mrs Adakole strutting towards the bench. My heart skipped at the sight. "Got to go J. I'll call you soon.” I closed the laptop and met her halfway.

"Hey, my darling," she greeted with a peck.

"Good Evening, Ma," I replied, faking the best smile I could.

"I thought I'd stop by, check on you and bring you something. Come," she said, gently placing a hand on my shoulder and leading me inside the house. I walked like a programmed robot until we got into the living room and my eyes found Nathan's frame leaning against the wall with a bored expression on his face. He looked up from his phone and straightened when he spotted me beside his mum.

"Hey," he said stiffly.

"Hey," I replied in the same manner.

His mum's eyes travelled between the both of us, expecting more pleasantries but the next few seconds were only followed with a loud silence.

"Okay then,’ she spoke up, ignoring the awkward atmosphere. She continuously asked about my welfare while I replied with fake smiles and nods. I couldn't help but feel like a hostage who had to be polite to her captor in order to stay alive. She was no different from her husband.

When Nathan's mum was distracted with feeling my bump, I felt the heat of Nathan's gaze on me. I lifted my eyes and truly, he was staring. I shifted my eyes away immediately and focused on his mother.

"Hopefully these should help you sleep better.” She gestured to a pretty blue foam that looked like a neck pillow, only it was larger and longer. "Dr Helena told me you were finding it hard to sleep."

I smiled again. "Thank you, ma."

My eyes fell to my hands as Nathan picked the pillow and headed to my room upstairs, coming back down in less than a minute.

"So, since you're now family, I was thinking you could attend the wedding," Nathan's mum spoke up. "You know, it'll dissolve this feud and help you form a great bond with your children's step mother."

"Oh." I was sure my blood pressure sky rocketed.

Help me form a bond? I want out of here!

"That is not happening, mum," Nathan countered as he sent her a stern glare.

"Of course it will!” she laughed lightly. “We can't afford to have anymore rifts in this family, for the sake of your kids. Trust me, it will work the charm with Anna. And you get to meet the rest of our family."

"No. She won't." His expression remained resolute as he moved across the room. "What are you up to!" he whispered into her ears but I still heard. She shrugged off his arm from her shoulder and smiled expectantly at me.

"Mum, let's go. I have one final wedding fitting to attend.’

She waved him off dismissively. “Oh, please. We both know that's a lie.”

I glued my eyes to the ground, praying for their exchange to end.

"So, Enitan, will you come?"

"Mm," I lifted my head at the sound of my name. It wasn't a question, her expectant smile said enough. So I nodded in agreement.

"Great! I'll get one of our designers to fix you a nice dress before Saturday."

I nodded again.

"We'll get going now."

"Yeah, sure," I laughed awkwardly. "Thanks for coming around."

She pecked me on the cheek again and I walked her to the door while Nathan followed in a slow pace behind us. He stopped when she was out of the door and reached for my hand.

"Hey. I'm sorry about last time—"

"It's nothing." I cut him short, pulling my hand out of his hold.

"We should at least talk about it."

"No. We shouldn't."

"I'm working on something."

"I don't want to know."

He closed the distance between us and I knew what was going to happen next if I gave him the chance. "You should leave. Don't you have one final wedding fitting to attend?"

He cursed under his breath and walked out frustrated.

***
"Olorun! Look at this house!" Tolani yapped for the hundredth time since she walked into the beach house. "Are you sure I won't go in search of a rich baby daddy too?" She hobbled from the balcony overlooking the beach and back to the room. Plopping down on the soft bed, she stretched out her arms and smiled in a childlike manner. "You can even see all the stars from here."

Though against my wish, I was grateful Tanya brought my sisters, Tolani and Kate along on her rare night visits. I didn't want them around the house of a family that had tried to kill me but the wedding was now only three days away and I needed their advice. Well, Tanya and Kate at least, Tolani's advice was pretty much invalid.

"Nathan's mum invited me to Nathan's wedding this Saturday," I blurted.

"What!" The three girls screamed all at the same time, their mouths hanging open and eyes wide as saucers.

"My God! You're officially an Adakole," Tolani squealed. "Can I come along?" She pleaded with puppy eyes.

"No!" Kate directed a chastising glare at Tolani, then turned to me. "You're not going, right?" she asked. She'd always being the sensible one, though just twenty, two years younger than Tolani.

"Of course not." I held her hands. "I'm leaving Lagos, to somewhere far and peaceful."

"The Caribbean Islands or Ibiza?" Tolani asked with all her teeth on display.

"No!" I deadpanned. "Plateau State."

"Where?" Tolani looked unsure about whether I was serious or joking.

"Jos," I clarified. "The weather is cool, the environment is less noisy, and life is affordable. It's far from home but nobody would recognise me. I can get a new job or something and start a good life," I rasped non-stop.

Tanya rounded the bed and sat on it, holding my hands and staring at me with fear written all over her face. "What is happening? You look agitated." She drew closer. "You don't have to attend the wedding, you can always come up with an excuse."

"Bunny—" I wish I could tell her the truth behind the accident. Tanya would demand we sued Avalon and fight it. But I knew it could only end one way-our loss. "I just need a change of scenery."

"Change of scenery?" Tolani who had been staring at me like I was crazy, yelled from the other side of the room as she clapped her hands dramatically. "When God was giving people smart sisters, he gave me you. Haa!" she exclaimed again, this time settling both hands on her hips. "Instead of making the best out of this, you're talking about moving away and not even abroad."

Tanya chuckled and Kate hissed.

But Tolani was not done yet. "You'll go to that wedding, and strut in there like the hottest baby mama ever. Let everybody know who you are. Since its drama they want, you'll give it to them hot hot."

"No, she won't,” Kate Countered. “And if at all she's forced to go, she'll go to like a properly raised girl and leave without any drama.”

Tolani and Kate argued endlessly about my decision and eventually ended up in the balcony. Tanya looked at me with pity and whispered, "What do you need to move to Jos and when?"

"Just someone to drive me to the airport on Saturday. At least the Adakole's will be so distracted by then to notice I'm gone."

"Ok. But how do you intend to get away from that bodyguard of yours?" she asked.

"I don't know, I guess I'll just have to explain to him."

"And you think he'll let you leave without his employers knowing?"

She made a good point. Asking him to take me to Tanya's was different than asking him to drive me to the airport without Nathan's knowledge.

"Let me handle it," she smiled naughtily.

"Bunny!" I slapped her hands playfully. "I'm being serious here!"

"And so am I! I can be a great distraction while Jameel drives you to the airport. I can't stand goodbyes and airport farewells anyway."

"Do you like that guy? Because you're wasting your time o. His heart is stronger than a rock and there's nothing you can do to distract him."

"Hmm. You've forgotten so soon how many Samsons this ass has brought down before," she said, spanking her bum.

I laughed, throwing my head forward. For a moment, I forgot how messed up my life was. "Fine then. I'll let my dad and Jameel know."

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Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by succana: 7:45pm On Aug 06
Culin, Happy birthday wishing you many more beautiful, inspiring years. I must say your story really got. Despite the long days and months of waiting for updates, I just couldn't forget about it. You sure know how to wet your viewers appetite. I can't count the number of times I kept checking today to check for the lastest updates. Kudos sis
Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by enirock(m): 9:36pm On Aug 06
Cumin, somehow, I am having this urge to steal (borrow) your playlist. Hope your day was everything and more that you wanted

Thanks for the updates and happy birthday. We anxiously await the rest( remainder).
Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by jupitre(m): 10:13pm On Aug 06
Wishing you beauty, happiness,joy,peace and sunshine for the coming year culin, may your days be filled with the love and perfections..
Happy Birthday...


I can't wait for the remaining updates
Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by adeboizy11(m): 10:49pm On Aug 06
Culin my love, happy birthday boo. Allah ya sanya albarka. Sorry it's coming late.
Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by Culin(f): 2:33am On Aug 07
adeboizy11:
Culin my love, happy birthday boo. Allah ya sanya albarka. Sorry it's coming late.

Ameen. Na gode.
Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by Culin(f): 2:33am On Aug 07
jupitre:
Wishing you beauty, happiness,joy,peace and sunshine for the coming year culin, may your days be filled with the love and perfections..
Happy Birthday...


I can't wait for the remaining updates

Amen. Thanks alot. Coming right up.
Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by Culin(f): 2:34am On Aug 07
jupitre:
Wishing you beauty, happiness,joy,peace and sunshine for the coming year culin, may your days be filled with the love and perfections..
Happy Birthday...


I can't wait for the remaining updates

Amen and amen. Thanks a lot.

Updates coming right up!
Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by Culin(f): 2:58am On Aug 07
This one is for you Enirock, for being as solid as a rock! Thanks for all your encouragement.

Chapter Twenty-six—Curiousity Killed The Cat

It would be better for us to have some doubts in an honest pursuit of truth, than it would be for us to be certain about something that was not true.
Daniel Wallace

Song- Trampoline by Shaed and Zayn (I hope I've never used this one before)

NATHAN

With all the Wedding shenanigans, the days sped by so fast and I was counting less than twelve hours to my wedding. Friends and relatives from within and outside the country arrived non-stop and the Adakole's Mansion lost its usual quiet ambience.

Ivan had returned home after my mother's plea. She, Monic and my aunts had turned Ivan's room to a fashion house, with similar exquisite outfits and designer accessories littered everywhere. My incertitude towards the wedding was family knowledge but it wasn't going to stop them from showing up with a bang, especially with BellaNaija featuring the wedding on their website.

Loud chatters in Idoma by people who'd travelled from our village and children running about was the height of all the noise I could take. I exchanged quick greetings with the elderly women who were drinking beer in the lounge and headed for my car. I'd made sure to avoid my father all week, but he still got the last laugh as all traditional rites were performed in my absence.

I didn't know what the invitation card looked like and yet, I was shuffling between the family house and hotels, greeting family and friends who arrived by the hour.

Removing myself from the wedding chaos inside the house, I sat in my car, outside the gate staring at the email Mr. Yusuf sent.

He'd accessed my father's bank statement. There were unexplainable, random deposits to a certain account, from one year ago and as far back as many years. But what I couldn't wrap my head around was why Ms. Maria Ahmed, his secretary for fifteen years and mine for four the recipient of all those payments.

Was he helping her out with a medical bill? But he'd scolded her like every other staff on the last floor. He'd barely spared her glances and she feared him, even more than the rest of the staff did.

Surely there was another explanation to this.

But my heart knew. The only explanation for the Millions of Naira sent to her was if she was the other woman.

'The affair happened years ago and Williams assured me it stopped.'

My mother's words were floating carelessly around my brain, I punched the steering wheel and cursed.

Many years ago.

Was it before she started working for the family or after? Was it during the times she'd travelled across continents to visit me in school when my mother couldn't make it?

Was that why she remained unmarried even at fifty-two?

'Marriage isn't for me. Besides, I look thirty-five and can easily convince any of those young Lagos boys to marry me.' She'd joked, one time when she forced me to have her home-made lunch and I teased her about getting a her own man to pester.

And her child? How old was he or she now? She never mentioned having any child before.

Backstabber.

I slammed my hands against the wheels again. My head fell back on the headrest and it remained like that for almost half an hour.

I turned on the ignition with only one destination in mind. Ms. Maria's apartment. She owned a semidetached duplex in one of the neighbourhood on the Island, a few Kilometres from Avalon. I'd dropped her once when she was too sick to drive home and stopped by another time when her house was burgled.

I was going to give her the chance to explain why my father, her employer was sending her even more money than his company was paying her.

I stepped harder on the gas, hoping to beat the oncoming evening traffic.

I endured two hours stuck in the traffic and rain before finally pulling up in front of the sky-blue painted house. I alighted and before I could shut the door, my phone rang. I intended to let it ring but I saw my best friend's name displayed on the screen.

"Where the hell are you?" Patrick yelled over the phone while an afro-beat music boomed in the background. "How can you be running late for your own bachelor party?"

"Patrick, Man! I thought I asked you not to bother with that."

"Bro! You got to be kidding yourself. There's no way we're giving out the most eligible bachelor in Africa without shutting down Lagos!" I heard cheers of agreement from familiar voices in the background and I wondered how long they'd been drinking.

"Just get an Uber and go home, man. I'll see you in the morning."

Ignoring his drunk protests, I removed the phone from my ear and matched to the house. The large wooden door opened before my knuckles landed on it. A smiling Ms. Maria dressed in a yellow woollen sweater and white jean trousers stepped from behind the door.

"Oh, hey you. I thought I saw your car parked outside," her formal attitude was gone and replaced with a care-free smile. "You're not trying to run away from home, right?" She smiled.

I chuckled, biting back a smile.

With the oversized office suit and large circular medicated glasses gone, her face and body appeared slimmer. Her natural curly hair was tied in a high bun and her skin glowed even with little light. She was beautiful and could pass for a decade younger. Little wonder my father wanted her.

"It's too late to run away now, isn't it?" I shrugged.

She gave an understanding smile. "Why don't you come in?" She opened the door wider and stood aside. "I don't think the rain is about to stop drizzling anytime soon."

I nodded and walked into the average-size living area. Warmth and a mixture of ginger and fruity scent welcomed me. The only light in the room came from the medium sized TV screen and a variety of scented candles lined on the coffee table and side tables.

"One second," she said, before shuffling to the wall and toggling on the switch, lights from a number of bulbs in the POP ceiling came on in the process.

"Water? A drink? Or food?" she asked, pointing towards where I assumed to be the kitchen. I'd not even sat and she was already planning to fill up my stomach. Was this how she ensnared my father?

"For how long have you been sleeping with my father?" I asked, still standing with my hands in the back pocket of my trousers.

Her lips parted slightly but nothing came out. She shook her head then gave an unapologetic smile.

"Nineteen? Ten, maybe?" I asked, attempting to shame her and wipe off the smirk on her face.

"Try thirty-three," she replied with zero guilt in her voice.

Thirty-three.

My parents had been married only thirty-two years and met a month to the wedding. She was the victim of their marriage, and not the enemy like I thought.

Instantly, I felt  pity for her. Was that why she had sympathy for Enitan—because she'd been in the same position once?

My father claimed love wasn't for men like us, but he kept the love of his youth hidden for three decades. Was this I and Enitan's fate?

"I'm sorry. I should never have come," I said, turning back to the door. I'd come with the hopes of finding something to threaten my father with, only to realize that he too was just a man like me, once in love, but made the necessary sacrifice for family.

"Nathaniel."

I stiffened at her tone.

"Now that you know, let me explain myself. I can't have you hating me for ever."

"I don't hate you," I replied, grabbing the door handle and pulling the door open.

She blew out a shaky breath. "Just like that? I know you enough to know you can be unforgiving. So telling me you're ok with your family being blackmailed because of my affair with your father doesn't make sense."

What?

I turned back and watched her intensely. "What was that?"

It was then she knew she'd made a mistake and slipped. "Lord, what have I done," she muttered into her hands.

"Wow! What else is going on that I don't know about!"

She took her seat while I stood frozen, waiting for her to speak up.

"You should be having this conversation with your father."

"But he's not here now, is he?" I asked impatiently.

She remained silent for a while then heaved a deep breath. "Your father and I had been dating when he got married. I broke things off with him but a few years later he said he wanted a divorce and I believed him," she spoke slowly like she was counting each word. "I was stupid in love. So I started seeing him again and I got pregnant, but he never went through with the divorce."

"But you kept seeing him."

She looked down as her hands played with the hem of her sweater. "I should have stopped. But I loved him, and wanted to be around my kid. If only I'd made the right decision to leave earlier, Martins would never have gotten that lucky break and your father would have since wriggled his way out of this corruption case."

So the corruption charges...that was only a cover-up? The affair was being used to blackmail him to not fight the charges. I held my throbbing head.

Mr. Martins, the snake.

Ivan was right all along; her speculations and theories. And I was just too desperate to chair Avalon that I didn't see something was off.

How was it that of all the forces in the universe that could combine, it was that of a woman prepared to destroy me and the other offering the opportunity. They'd succeeded in ruining my life.

"Why not risk it? How do you know Mr. Martin is not bluffing. It's not like he'd openly admit to blackmailing with an affair. So father should pull his weight on the charges and find a way to reduce the blowback should words of the affair gets out."

"No. We're not going to risk hurting our son!"

Wow!

"So my life is a mess because of your mistakes and all you care about is your son!"

"Yes! The world can never know that he was the product of an affair!"

"Just great. How lucky he is to have you both, ruining other lives just to protect his. But I don't share in this keenness for your secret love child. So when I walk out of here, I'm going to call off this sham of a wedding and let you handle the consequences of your actions!"

"No, please!" She jumped from her seat and clung to me. "You can't do that."

"Like hell I can," I ripped my arm off her grip and headed for the door.

"We're doing this for you!"

"For me?" I turned around in surprise. "How dare you?" I yelled with a shaky voice. "All these past months have brought me nothing but pain and anguish. I've had to endure hurting the woman I loved most in the world. And you dare say this it's for me?"

"It is! Because we're trying to protect you! My son!" She shook my arms violently but I couldn't feel them.

It was like the air had been knocked right out my lungs.

"No." I laughed and dismissed her with a wave. "I'm out of here."

"Yes. You're my son. But in the eyes of the world that adore you and siblings who accept and love you, you're a legitimate child and that cannot change. Do you understand me?"

I must have damaged my eardrums somehow because I could only hear clangs in my brain. The ground around me was starting to spin and I leaned on the door for support.

"I'm sorry you had to find out like this." She held on tight to me. "I'm so sorry."



Phew. When this story came to my head for the first time, this was the first scene I imagined (very funny) and I'm glad to have finally written it. Don't forget to like this chapter guys, and tell me how you feel about this chapter in the comments. Kindly pardon any error you come across o. I don tire.

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Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by Culin(f): 3:34am On Aug 07
succana:
Culin, Happy birthday wishing you many more beautiful, inspiring years. I must say your story really got. Despite the long days and months of waiting for updates, I just couldn't forget about it. You sure know how to wet your viewers appetite. I can't count the number of times I kept checking today to check for the lastest updates. Kudos sis

Yippie!!! Made my morning. Thanks a lot.
Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by millieademi(f): 7:27am On Aug 07
Okay!!! I never saw this coming.

Good job, babes!
Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by jupitre(m): 7:47am On Aug 07
I still can't close my mouth...
Wow, He's in a dilemma.. Right now his world is upside down..
Culin please where are the rest??
Amd hope your birthday was fun even though you didn't share anything grin
Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by enirock(m): 1:57pm On Aug 07
This chapter is now making me feel one kain. When I saw you dedication of a whole chapter to muah, I was just smiling and laughing like a toddler (thanks for the dedication).

After reading this chapter, pheeeew, I wonder how Nathan would feel at that moment, knowing all his life, he had called someone else mummy while his mom is just a breath away. Nathan really is in a dilemma (family, love,beliefs are what is about to be tested).

Culin let me borrow Millie diction ,'you are amazeballs'
I will say three down, four to go (chapters I mean).
Good afternoon.

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Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by oyinella(f): 7:10pm On Aug 07
what a bombshell! we all didn't see this coming
Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by adeboizy11(m): 1:29pm On Aug 08
Have I ever told you how much I love you and then your witty prowess? Bae you got no equal, don't tell anybody.

Culin:
This one is for you Enirock, for being as solid as a rock! Thanks for all your encouragement.

Chapter Twenty-six—Curiousity Killed The Cat

It would be better for us to have some doubts in an honest pursuit of truth, than it would be for us to be certain about something that was not true.
Daniel Wallace

Song- Trampoline by Shaed and Zayn (I hope I've never used this one before)

NATHAN

With all the Wedding shenanigans, the days sped by so fast and I was counting less than twelve hours to my wedding. Friends and relatives from within and outside the country arrived non-stop and the Adakole's Mansion lost its usual quiet ambience.

Ivan had returned home after my mother's plea. She, Monic and my aunts had turned Ivan's room to a fashion house, with similar exquisite outfits and designer accessories littered everywhere. My incertitude towards the wedding was family knowledge but it wasn't going to stop them from showing up with a bang, especially with BellaNaija featuring the wedding on their website.

Loud chatters in Idoma by people who'd travelled from our village and children running about was the height of all the noise I could take. I exchanged quick greetings with the elderly women who were drinking beer in the lounge and headed for my car. I'd made sure to avoid my father all week, but he still got the last laugh as all traditional rites were performed in my absence.

I didn't know what the invitation card looked like and yet, I was shuffling between the family house and hotels, greeting family and friends who arrived by the hour.

Removing myself from the wedding chaos inside the house, I sat in my car, outside the gate staring at the email Mr. Yusuf sent.

He'd accessed my father's bank statement. There were unexplainable, random deposits to a certain account, from one year ago and as far back as many years. But what I couldn't wrap my head around was why Ms. Maria Ahmed, his secretary for fifteen years and mine for four the recipient of all those payments.

Was he helping her out with a medical bill? But he'd scolded her like every other staff on the last floor. He'd barely spared her glances and she feared him, even more than the rest of the staff did.

Surely there was another explanation to this.

But my heart knew. The only explanation for the Millions of Naira sent to her was if she was the other woman.

'The affair happened years ago and Williams assured me it stopped.'

My mother's words were floating carelessly around my brain, I punched the steering wheel and cursed.

Many years ago.

Was it before she started working for the family or after? Was it during the times she'd travelled across continents to visit me in school when my mother couldn't make it?

Was that why she remained unmarried even at fifty-two?

'Marriage isn't for me. Besides, I look thirty-five and can easily convince any of those young Lagos boys to marry me.' She'd joked, one time when she forced me to have her home-made lunch and I teased her about getting a her own man to pester.

And her child? How old was he or she now? She never mentioned having any child before.

Backstabber.

I slammed my hands against the wheels again. My head fell back on the headrest and it remained like that for almost half an hour.

I turned on the ignition with only one destination in mind. Ms. Maria's apartment. She owned a semidetached duplex in one of the neighbourhood on the Island, a few Kilometres from Avalon. I'd dropped her once when she was too sick to drive home and stopped by another time when her house was burgled.

I was going to give her the chance to explain why my father, her employer was sending her even more money than his company was paying her.

I stepped harder on the gas, hoping to beat the oncoming evening traffic.

I endured two hours stuck in the traffic and rain before finally pulling up in front of the sky-blue painted house. I alighted and before I could shut the door, my phone rang. I intended to let it ring but I saw my best friend's name displayed on the screen.

"Where the hell are you?" Patrick yelled over the phone while an afro-beat music boomed in the background. "How can you be running late for your own bachelor party?"

"Patrick, Man! I thought I asked you not to bother with that."

"Bro! You got to be kidding yourself. There's no way we're giving out the most eligible bachelor in Africa without shutting down Lagos!" I heard cheers of agreement from familiar voices in the background and I wondered how long they'd been drinking.

"Just get an Uber and go home, man. I'll see you in the morning."

Ignoring his drunk protests, I removed the phone from my ear and matched to the house. The large wooden door opened before my knuckles landed on it. A smiling Ms. Maria dressed in a yellow woollen sweater and white jean trousers stepped from behind the door.

"Oh, hey you. I thought I saw your car parked outside," her formal attitude was gone and replaced with a care-free smile. "You're not trying to run away from home, right?" She smiled.

I chuckled, biting back a smile.

With the oversized office suit and large circular medicated glasses gone, her face and body appeared slimmer. Her natural curly hair was tied in a high bun and her skin glowed even with little light. She was beautiful and could pass for a decade younger. Little wonder my father wanted her.

"It's too late to run away now, isn't it?" I shrugged.

She gave an understanding smile. "Why don't you come in?" She opened the door wider and stood aside. "I don't think the rain is about to stop drizzling anytime soon."

I nodded and walked into the average-size living area. Warmth and a mixture of ginger and fruity scent welcomed me. The only light in the room came from the medium sized TV screen and a variety of scented candles lined on the coffee table and side tables.

"One second," she said, before shuffling to the wall and toggling on the switch, lights from a number of bulbs in the POP ceiling came on in the process.

"Water? A drink? Or food?" she asked, pointing towards where I assumed to be the kitchen. I'd not even sat and she was already planning to fill up my stomach. Was this how she ensnared my father?

"For how long have you been sleeping with my father?" I asked, still standing with my hands in the back pocket of my trousers.

Her lips parted slightly but nothing came out. She shook her head then gave an unapologetic smile.

"Nineteen? Ten, maybe?" I asked, attempting to shame her and wipe off the smirk on her face.

"Try thirty-three," she replied with zero guilt in her voice.

Thirty-three.

My parents had been married only thirty-two years and met a month to the wedding. She was the victim of their marriage, and not the enemy like I thought.

Instantly, I felt  pity for her. Was that why she had sympathy for Enitan—because she'd been in the same position once?

My father claimed love wasn't for men like us, but he kept the love of his youth hidden for three decades. Was this I and Enitan's fate?

"I'm sorry. I should never have come," I said, turning back to the door. I'd come with the hopes of finding something to threaten my father with, only to realize that he too was just a man like me, once in love, but made the necessary sacrifice for family.

"Nathaniel."

I stiffened at her tone.

"Now that you know, let me explain myself. I can't have you hating me for ever."

"I don't hate you," I replied, grabbing the door handle and pulling the door open.

She blew out a shaky breath. "Just like that? I know you enough to know you can be unforgiving. So telling me you're ok with your family being blackmailed because of my affair with your father doesn't make sense."

What?

I turned back and watched her intensely. "What was that?"

It was then she knew she'd made a mistake and slipped. "Lord, what have I done," she muttered into her hands.

"Wow! What else is going on that I don't know about!"

She took her seat while I stood frozen, waiting for her to speak up.

"You should be having this conversation with your father."

"But he's not here now, is he?" I asked impatiently.

She remained silent for a while then heaved a deep breath. "Your father and I had been dating when he got married. I broke things off with him but a few years later he said he wanted a divorce and I believed him," she spoke slowly like she was counting each word. "I was stupid in love. So I started seeing him again and I got pregnant, but he never went through with the divorce."

"But you kept seeing him."

She looked down as her hands played with the hem of her sweater. "I should have stopped. But I loved him, and wanted to be around my kid. If only I'd made the right decision to leave earlier, Martins would never have gotten that lucky break and your father would have since wriggled his way out of this corruption case."

So the corruption charges...that was only a cover-up? The affair was being used to blackmail him to not fight the charges. I held my throbbing head.

Mr. Martins, the snake.

Ivan was right all along; her speculations and theories. And I was just too desperate to chair Avalon that I didn't see something was off.

How was it that of all the forces in the universe that could combine, it was that of a woman prepared to destroy me and the other offering the opportunity. They'd succeeded in ruining my life.

"Why not risk it? How do you know Mr. Martin is not bluffing. It's not like he'd openly admit to blackmailing with an affair. So father should pull his weight on the charges and find a way to reduce the blowback should words of the affair gets out."

"No. We're not going to risk hurting our son!"

Wow!

"So my life is a mess because of your mistakes and all you care about is your son!"

"Yes! The world can never know that he was the product of an affair!"

"Just great. How lucky he is to have you both, ruining other lives just to protect his. But I don't share in this keenness for your secret love child. So when I walk out of here, I'm going to call off this sham of a wedding and let you handle the consequences of your actions!"

"No, please!" She jumped from her seat and clung to me. "You can't do that."

"Like hell I can," I ripped my arm off her grip and headed for the door.

"We're doing this for you!"

"For me?" I turned around in surprise. "How dare you?" I yelled with a shaky voice. "All these past months have brought me nothing but pain and anguish. I've had to endure hurting the woman I loved most in the world. And you dare say this it's for me?"

"It is! Because we're trying to protect you! My son!" She shook my arms violently but I couldn't feel them.

It was like the air had been knocked right out my lungs.

"No." I laughed and dismissed her with a wave. "I'm out of here."

"Yes. You're my son. But in the eyes of the world that adore you and siblings who accept and love you, you're a legitimate child and that cannot change. Do you understand me?"

I must have damaged my eardrums somehow because I could only hear clangs in my brain. The ground around me was starting to spin and I leaned on the door for support.

"I'm sorry you had to find out like this." She held on tight to me. "I'm so sorry."



Phew. When this story came to my head for the first time, this was the first scene I imagined (very funny) and I'm glad to have finally written it. Don't forget to like this chapter guys, and tell me how you feel about this chapter in the comments. Kindly pardon any error you come across o. I don tire.

Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by MhizFavour: 4:05pm On Aug 08
Mehnnn
This story is awesome!!

Thank you for this beautiful piece. shocked
Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by Ann2012(f): 9:09pm On Aug 08
This story keeps getting interesting....
Thanks for the update Culin kiss
Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by enirock(m): 6:23pm On Aug 09
Culin hope you still remember us We are olivertwisting oh. cool
Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by Humbleness: 5:28pm On Aug 10
This is just the beginning. Thanks for the update.

Happy belated birthday ���.
More of grace
Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by Missmossy(f): 5:41pm On Aug 10
This is mind-blowing cheesy

More please!!!
Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by enirock(m): 9:18pm On Aug 10
Culin so after the birthday and semo, u forgot all of us here See the way I am always refreshing to see if there's a new update.


Please come and quench our thirst.

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Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by adeboizy11(m): 9:23pm On Aug 10
Culin come here na, I don't like this rough play... I thought you said you'll even drop all on your birthday na. Why you dey do me like this

enirock:
Culin so after the birthday and semo, u forgot all of us here See the way I am always refreshing to see if there's a new update. � � �


Please come and quench our thirst.
Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by enirock(m): 9:56pm On Aug 10
adeboizy11:
Culin come here na, I don't like this rough play... I thought you said you'll even drop all on your birthday na. Why you dey do me like this


I be think say na only me ooo. I don think Eaton Nathan go Don go through and different outcome.

Culin just put is all for high jump.
Re: The Wall Between Us. A Novel By EneChelsea by adeboizy11(m): 12:16am On Aug 11
We gather dey bruh. She just like doing someone anyhow.

enirock:


I be think say na only me ooo. I don think Eaton Nathan go Don go through and different outcome.

Culin just put is all for high jump.

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