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Wait! Sochey I just realised your book was one of the books I was reading weeks back, I thought it sounded familiar. Sorry I forgot, I've been reading too many books lately I'm trying to keep up with the names. I think I commented on your flashback skills in the first chapter. I'll continue your story soon.

Yeah, I saw your comment and I was really grateful.

So, I was just going through books here on nl and I saw your name as an author. I was surprised you write too. Anyways, its all good...

I didn't know you write Culin...

I looovveeee the excerpts and the characters!

Good job you are doing here!

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Till Death Do Us Part!

Excerpt: Accept the things for which fate binds you and love the people with whom fate brings you together.

         ~Marcus Aurelius

Listen to All things go by Nicki minaj for this chapter.

I'm not going to bit about the bush about the happenings of my life. I want to move forward, maybe probably marry again or just move on instead of living in misery and loneliness.

The death of my husband has been interrogated and every form of inspection carried out. It has been notified that they were two people involved in his sudden death.

Firstly, the people of the cult has been arrested and thrown into jail and awaiting trial in the law court.

Secondly, it was investigated that Adaora and some group of wailers has upper hand in my husbands death.

Now, to judge by the above mentioned, I'm not exactly sure if the investigations were right.

I was one day on the 26th of July rummaging the entire matrimonial room when I found out some credentials which was stated at the top ‘Not to be opened by kayla’ at the bottomless pit of Fred's wardrobe.

Despite the heading, I opened it.

Opening to the first page, there were some serious argument which has been going on between my Aunt and my husband long before we even got married.

There seems to be a long time dispute between them until the day he kissed reality good bye. I read on and on and I felt my heart constricting and my eyes swelling up. I fling the stack of papers away from me and it goes flying about the whole room.

My aunt and my deceased husband has known each other even before I met Frederick Johnson!

They planned to use me as collateral for the debt my aunt has been owing Fred's father a long time ago.

This new developed truth puts me in so much shock that I didn't know when I picked up my car keys and drove straight to my aunts house.

On getting there, I parked outside. Getting out of the vehicle, I can't help but experience a nostalgic feeling. The first time I came here and the last time I left. Now I'm back, not for anything but to teach that woman a lesson.

After the gateman recognized me,he let me pass.

I take long strides into the building and the smell of lavender honors my presence.

Getting to the door, I wondered if I should knock or just go in. I go in nevertheless, finding out that her children are not in.

She must be in her study or room.

I check the study and find stacks of papers and documents and most of my pictures. There are pictures of me in the office, on the street, in the mall, out with Bestie and even in the shower. She has been monitoring my every move!

Anger soars through me like straight bullet. I hear moving of chair upstairs and I involuntarily start moving to the direction of the noise.

On passing the kitchen,I decided to get something that I could use to threaten her.

I picked up a kitchen knife and dashed upstairs!

Reaching the door to her room,I realised it was slightly ajar. I peek through the opening and find her scattering everything there is in the spacious room. She seems to be looking for something.

I go in.....

‘Looking for something?’ I ask, twirling the knife in my hand in a masterful motive.

She turns around abruptly and almost knocked over by a chair. She holds tightly and regains her stance.

‘Kay...Kay. Kayla?’ She stammers.

‘Yes, good to see you too. It has been such a long time and this place looks just great!’ I state, letting my eyes go round the whole messed up room. She does same, but focuses on me in an instance.

‘What do you want?’ She asks.

‘I should be asking you that!’ I say.

We stare at each for a couple of minutes, each lost in thoughts. She seems to appreciate my masterful twirl of the kitchen knife.

‘What are you doing with that?’ she ask, pointing at the knife.

‘You mean this?oh, nothing exactly. Just remembering the days you almost cut off my fingers when I didn't remember to bring in your early morning coffee!’

She seems to swallow at that and I notice her cringe a little.

‘Oh, don't be scared aunt! I won't use it on you if you just tell me why the hell have you devoted to making my life a living hell?’ I yell, through gritted teeth.

She winces at my sudden change of tone and holds tightly on the chair.

‘What do you mean, Kay?’ She asks.

‘So you knew Fred long before I even met him. The both of you planned to use me as collateral for your debt. You planned out my life for me and set me up to marry him! No wonder you allowed me to marry a rich man, you would have made sure to swat him away from me like you have done the previous suitors!’ I yell, my eyes streaming down hot tears. She just stands there and watch me break down.

‘You're an evil woman! You made I and my sister's life a living hell while with you and after we left to fight for ourselves, you still followed us to make sure we don't succeed. What did we ever do to deserve this kind of treatment from you eh?’ I wail on.

As I was trying to look at anything but her, my eyes caught something. I move to get a piece of paper on the floor and reads the content.

‘Burning house at st Margret street 1999’

This is the picture of how you wanted the house to be. Burnt down to ashes with the couples inside of it. The girl which you requested for us to make sure she was in the house is no where to be seen but we successfully burnt the house with the couple down!

Reported on May 23rd 1999

I read this with a pang of hatred and anger inside of me.

‘Put that paper down!’ She fires. I look at her with so much hatred and sorrow for my dead parents.

‘You killed them! You were behind the house burning? You also wanted me to be there but I wasn't. You planned all this, why?’ I say, crying harder this time.

‘Your father wasn't supposed to marry your mother, he was supposed to marry me. He was supposed to lift me away from the shame the world has caused me. I met him first, gave him life, gave him strength and all he did was marry my little sister. There was no way I was going to let them live and allow his children to succeed!’ She says, with 0.00 remorse.

‘I framed you and Frederick to get married because I owed his father millions. I met his father when I had already married my third husband who left me and the children to suffer. I sold your fathers properties but it wasn't enough to reach my goal. I had to sleep with Fred's father who promised to give me money in return. After everything, he gave me some few thousands which was not even enough to buy anything. I had to steal, yes! I stole his 3million naira and wrote a note saying I will give one of my daughters for exchange. The old man wanting his son to settle down accepted and we planned for the both of you to meet.’

I cried.....

And cried.....

With each cry accompanied by a pang of hurt and hatred.

‘Im really sorry that I had to hurt you because of your fathers sins. But there was nothing I could do! I was a subject of ridicule in the whole family. Because you two were with me, the whole family abandoned you girls.’

‘Oh Jesus,no no no no no no...I don't want to be hearing this no no no no no no’ I cried on.

‘When Fred saw you, he wanted to change. I told him to beat you, to make you cry all day but he didn't. He actually fell in love with you and wanted to protect you. He saw you as a treasure and he started fighting me because of you. Yes! He fought me, we went to court several times without your notice. He vowed to kill me if he gets out of it alive. But then, he didn't! I made sure that he didn't!’ She says. I looked at her, with new taste to shed blood.

‘You killed him?’ I asked slowly, not wanting to scream my lungs out.

‘Yes, I did. I also paid the investigators to frame those people up. He wasn't in a cult, he only had a misunderstanding with otenga and he went to that village to save your head. I killed him in that bathroom. I shot him and stabbed him two times so that it wouldn't look like one person job.’

‘I..... I also poisoned your unborn child. Don't ask me how I did it, I just did. You would have survived that accident with the baby inside of you safe and well but because of the poison, you lost the child’ She continues..

‘Oh Jesus oh Jesus oh Jesus...’ I kept shouting, trying not to believe any of this.

‘I did all those things Kay, so you could die and wrath away. I didn't touch your sister because I knew that when you are gone, she will follow you as well. You two are inseparable!’ She coughs, and sits on the chair she was holding.

‘what else do you want to hear, Kay? Haven't you heard enough? Go now and never come back! Just leave’ She shouts, coughing.

‘No one tells me what to do Aunt, especially not you!’ I say, standing up.

She seems to laugh at this,which is immediately covered by cough.

I stride towards her and bends to eye level with her.

‘My parents would be proud and rest in peace if I just do one thing!’ I say.

‘Which is?’ She asks, not afraid.

I bring out the knife and twirls it in her presence. I lick the tip of the knife and...

‘You can't kill me, Kay. Your conscience won't let you’ she states.

‘My conscience died with my husband!’ I say and stabs her in the stomach before she could react.

The knife goes into the thin fabric of her night ware and meets with the fresh skin. I watch her growl and struggle. I remove and stab again, she looks at me, unable to struggle to let free.

‘Two times, just like you did to Fred!’ I told her.

‘You..nnnrgg...will....nn..not...gu...go..unpunished!’ She says and slumps on the chair, lifeless.

I watch her lifeless frame, with her eyes wide open and blood dripping from the left corner of her mouth.

‘I hope you rest in peace, aunt!’ I say, standing up from the scene.

I gather up evidence of everything she has done to my life,went to the study and gathered more. I leave the house with papers clutched in my bosom and some stashed inside the belt of my black leggings.

The gateman opens the gate without asking any questions and I zoom off.

There are still more to be uncovered!!

Black widow Kayla!





I don't have much to rant today.

How can your own blood make your life miserable because of the sins of your parents?

Wow, so much in this chapter....

Till laterss....

Ann2012:
Thanks for the update OP

Happy new year

Happy 2020 to you too babe

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Till Death Do Us Part!

Excerpt: Fiction is the truth inside the lie..
                    ~Stephen King

Listen to Song cry by August Alsina for this chapter.

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@Fingerofgod: I'm really sorry about your loss dear. Peace be with you Xoxo

@Faith'sterapy: You can cope with all these if you attend regular therapy. Let me be of help.

@SpiritsJ: Rip to the dead!

@Katejohnson: if you die, I won't come for your funeral! #sadface

@Paulajohnson: Kate, quit typing rubbish on instagram. Kayla dear, I need to see you tonight! #loveya

@Fred: beautiful soul. Get over him quickly. Let's hang out sometime?

@Jude: if you need someone to talk to, I'm here..

@KristyEze: Sisterrrrrrrrrr.... Don't worry, I will be back by next week. Together we shall face those demons!@Fred she's not hanging out with you!! Sks

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JudeEx: can we see?
Kaylajohnson: No, maybe not today.
JudeEx: When?
Kaylajohnson: I dunno...
Jude: Totally understandable..
Kaylajohnson: Thanks!

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Motherinlaw: Meet me tonight!
Kaylajohnson: ignored
Motherinlaw: we need to talk.
Kaylajohnson: ignored.
Motherinlaw: Okay, I get it you don't want to see anyone. May the good lord grant you strength!
Kaylajohnson: Amen, maman!

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Faithstherapy: book a therapy session today!
Kaylajohnson: piss off!!

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Bestie: You want to go grab a box of pizza?
Kaylajohnson: hell, yes!!
Bestie: I'm at the Royales, meet me there!
Kaylajohnson: Give me 30!
Bestie: okay, dear!

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Putting my phone on charge, I scurried to brush my teeth and get ready to go with Bestie to grab pizza.

Fifteen minutes later, I'm all dressed in a ripped Jean trouser with a V-neck D&G blouse. I brush my hair, deciding to go natural. I remove my phone from charge, grab some few thousands from my wallet, stuff it into the Jean pocket and leave the room.

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Getting to Royales wasn't too tough because I've been there before. I park my Ford Mustang at the parking space, making sure to park safe and well. Switching the ignition off, I get out of the vehicle.

Taking long strides into the building, I go through the double doors. Getting inside, I quickly dialed Bestie number. She picks on first ring and asks me to come to the 4th floor.

I take the elevator...

Stepping into the elevator, they were four people in it already. I shuffle my way inside and stand amidst them. I can feel their eyes on me and try not to notice.

‘Sweet Jesus, it's actually the billionaires wife!’ someone bellowed.

I didn't turn to look at the person, but the masculinity in the voice can tell it's the voice of a man.

I tap my foot on the elevator floor and pretend to not notice anyone.

‘Hi, I'm Nkechi. And you must be Kayla right?’ I look at the young adult behind me, with her hands outstretched.

I take her hand and shake for 0.25 seconds, letting go as if her hands were a pot of hot charcoal.

‘I'm a huge fan of your designs! I'm aspiring to be like you..’ she starts.

I nod in acknowledgement.

‘Oh, and I'm really sorry about what happened, you will get over it soon!’ She continues.

‘Hmmm...’ Is all I can manage. The elevator makes a ding sound and the door opened. I shuffle my way out, without saying goodbye to the harpy girl.

Getting to where Bestie has described that she is, I entered the pooling area.

Bestie is at the farthest corner, playing casino. She's with a man that has dreads as hair and huge gold chain around his neck.

A shiver ran down my spine as I immediately regret why I agreed to come here in the first place.

Going to my mother in law house would have been much better.

Bestie notices my reluctance to come inside and immediately yelled for me to come join them.

I go nevertheless, steadily taking a step.

‘Hello beauty!’ she yells, through the music blasting from the speakers.

‘Hey!’ I say casually, with my eyes roaming the whole room.

There are smokers and a bunch of drug addicts in the room. I try my best not to throw up but focus on Bestie playing casino.

‘You want to join?’ She asks.

I shake my head in disagreement and listen to the music playing 4 your eyes only by J Cole.

‘Okay gal, time to go..’ The man on dreads says.

‘Oh, okay. See you around!’ Bestie replies, drinking the last drop from her glass of alcohol that I absolutely don't know the name of.

‘I didn't know you hang out with people like that!’ I say, watching her shake her body to the rhythm of the music.

‘Marley is actually a nice guy!’ She states.

I nod...

‘Soo.... Pizza is actually far away from reality here!’ I say, disgustingly looking at the people present.

‘Oh, you think I'm actually taking you to eat Pizza? C'mon Kay, this is not high school!’ She says. I roll my eyes.

‘Yeah, obviously! Maybe the Strippers should be the best tag!’

‘Hey, don't act all holy moly with me here! When we get to church we can pray’

‘May the lord have mercy on your soul’

‘I wonder how many mercy he releases to the world. I pity the people bearing Mercy!’

‘I pity those bearing Bestie!’

She pulls a face.

‘You know Bestie is not exactly my real name.’

‘So what is?’ I ask casually.

‘Hmm.. Are you sure Lucifer didn't let his demons loose on you like you said on insta?’

It was my turn to pull a face.

She laughs..

‘I'm leaving’ I say

‘No no no no no no’

I look at her.

‘Okay, we will leave together!’ she says, noticing I won't comply with her making me to stay here.

We leave the building together, entering our cars.

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Bonus chapter!!!

WTF Truth!!

Till Death Do Us Part!

Excerpt: The past beats inside me like a second heart.
       ~John Banville

~Listen to Skyfall by Adele for this chapter.

The mirror sometimes manages to reveal to you the things you never wish to see or even believe.

I'm at the mirror, looking at my reflection. Wondering how I let a woman beat me to this extent. I shut my eyes, the pain becoming unbearable, I can feel my veins constricting and my muscles becoming powerless.

I let go of my toothbrush and it falls to the ground with a loud clatter. The toothpaste staining the white concrete. I sigh, bend to pick it up.

Fifteen minutes later, I'm still trying to find the possible and easy way to brush my teeth. My mouth is swollen and it's very much impossible to open it without screaming in pain.

Being a widow, you are left alone to do almost everything.

I only drink coffee and sometimes alcohol To help myself a little. I can feel myself wrecking and there's nothing I can do about it!

Ugh, I miss my husband!

Okay, I'm going to do this just once, so I need to help myself if I don't want my mouth to smell when I talk.

To be honest, I won't be trying to stress with brushing it Fred's mother, Paula didn't say she will be visiting tonight.

It's 1:45pm

I didn't go to work today, neither did I get out of bed till this time!

I look at my reflection in the mirror and steadily open my mouth. Each attempts, feeling like hell. Like devil put more charcoal in hell let's burn this place Hot!

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I sit at the sofa in the sitting room, reading Stephen King's book ‘THE SHINING’ when there's a knock at the door.

I look up to the wall clock hanging above the huge plasma set and it reads 6:45pm.

Well, Fred's mom should be the one at the door!

I drop the book on a nearby stool and stand up. Straightening my denim short skirt with pockets at every side, I make it to the door.

The smell of orah and Egwusi soup waft through my nostrils. I inhale it sharply, letting the aroma settle in my stomach.

When last did I have something this healthy?

I usher my mother in law into the house, closing the door as she makes it fully into the house.

‘I've not been here in like forever!’ she says, carrying the flask of food in both hands. She goes to the dinning and drops it on the table.

‘How have you been?’ She asks, unwrapping the package.

‘Good!’ I mutter, shaking my head.

For a moment, she let her eyes drift towards me. She nods and continues her dishing.

‘I don't know if the definition of good has changed in the dictionary!’ She says.

I look at her, wondering why she still cares about me. I mean, everyone has this insane believe that I killed my husband who happens to be her only son. Why isn't she accusing me, or is she trying to kill me slowly?

I mean, you never can tell with this mother in-laws!

She draws out a chair from the vast dinning table and motions for me to sit. I sit, while she serves me my portion.

After making sure she has loaded all the nutritional values that come with orah soup, she settles to eat her own portion.

I stare at my plate in awful disbelief. All the assorted things can be found in a plate of a skinny tall, brown skinned woman with short hair and is wearing denim short skirt. Why I'm I talking to myself in third person?

Well, if you are wondering who I'm describing, it's yours truly! A.K.A Kayla Sopuruchi Eze Johnson.

Wow, so much names!

This is what you can find in my plate; stock fish, smoked fish, chicken, two turkey fleshy meat and every other ingredients used in preparing this kind of delicacy.

I look at my mother in law who is already half way through her food.

‘What?’ she asks, I shake my head.

‘Then stop looking at the plate like there are two naked demons dancing inside of it!’ She commands.

Kate got her side from her mother!

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‘I want you to move on!’ She says, after we were done with eating and cleaning up.

‘You are still very young and I don't want you wasting your life on mourning for the dead!’ She says, looking at me with hopeful eyes.

‘I don't think I can do that!’ I say, fumbling with the hem of my shirt.

‘Why, how old are you now?’ She asks, I look at her, not sure that I'm surprised that she doesn't know my age or that she's not supposed to ask such random question.

‘I'm 27!’ I say.

She looks at me, like a mother who is telling her child to go into the world and get lost in everything that the world has to offer and still be wise!

I look at her like a woman who is saying, I don't care how old I am, I know that my husband and I have agreed till Death do us part and I don't want to loose that connection with him.

We stare at each other, with silence speaking louder than words.

We stare at each other, with two sided understanding.

‘I'm so sorry that you have to go through all these things at this tender age. Loosing your child and loosing your husband at the same space of time. It's very disheartening and...and...and...’ She breaks down.

She cries, with her petite frame shaking uncontrollably.

‘And I'm sorry you lost your son!’ I say, deadpan.

She seems to stop shaking but now sniffing and looks at me. I look away, trying to control myself.

Trying not to let down Kanji Dam on myself.

‘You are so strong, Kay! You remind me of my sister’ she says. I've heard little story about her sister and I must praise the woman for what she is.

We talked about other things and how to go about daily livings. She informs me of Kate's graduation party and how kate would like me to be there.

I just nod, knowing that I need to find out more about my husband's life and his secrets and the mystery behind his death.

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‘Your husband once belonged to a cult!’ Oyedapo says to me one hot afternoon. We are sitting at the garden with papers scattered all over the green grass.

I cough, trying not to show my surprise.

Oyedapo notices this, and says...

‘Not the type of witchcraft cult or ancestral things but one with the soul aim of donating to charity and helping everyone and everything that breathes. They can go extra mile to get what they want and whenever any of their members misbehave, they cut him off!’ he says.

‘What do you mean, cut him off?’ I ask, sipping my lemonade.

‘They tend to either render the person useless or kill the person’ he says, watching my reaction.

I don't react, but nod energetically.

‘I also found out that he disobeyed one of the cult rules by traveling to kombi and helping the inhabitants’ On hearing this, my drink almost fell from my hands. I held unto it tightly, taking in handful of air.

‘Kombi?’ I ask, managing to breath.

‘Yes, which he disguised to be his honeymoon. He carefully planned out everything so that no one will suspect that he went there to heel the village’ he reveals.

‘The cult which is known as kaBas, has refused to help the village because it's presiding ruler Otenga is a complete asshole. So otenga knowing that his village will be in utter rein if he didn't act fast called Fred to help him out. They disguised everything, making it look like otenga and Fred is having great misunderstanding.’

‘So, all of that was simply an act?’ I croak, feeling my throat dry. The lemonade looking like a glass of piss in my eyes.

‘Yes, your husband knew that if he didn't help out the village, otenga might come for you. So they planned it to be your honeymoon while they do other secret things in the village’

‘Other secret things, like what?’ I ask

‘Like selling off their girls for the population to reduce. They most often times traffick their young girls to other big cities and sell them off to rich merchants..’ He continues.

I laughed hysterically, shaking my head..

‘This is not some 18th century or After death!’ I state. He nods..

‘Yes, it's not. But there are places in this country that slave trade is still at its peak. It might not be done openly like in the 1920s or something but it's carried out secretly!’ he says.

I just stare at him, with my eyes bulging out of its sockets.

This is utterly disbelieving!!

‘Your husband, who happened to be at home that fateful day was murdered cold bloodedly. But we are still yet to find out who exactly Killed him. We found out in our autopsy research that they were two bullets and knife stabs at his stomach. The thing is, if it were the politicians, they won't waste time in stabbing him. If it were the cult, they won't waste time in killing him in his home, inside a bathroom!’ He said.

‘So, who do you think it is?’ I ask, trying to place my wandering thoughts in order.

‘I can't say exactly, but whoever did it, definitely knows the way to your house and knows the password to your bedroom. I mean, I found out that the door to your bedroom was broken. The person might have encountered the door locked, thereby spoiling the handle.’

‘Hmmmm..’ I breathed.

‘Mrs Johnson, I will have to take my leave now. I have other important issues to attend to and I promise to bring your husband's murderer to justice. You don't have to worry about anything, the lord is your strength!’ He said, gathering the stacks of papers and fitting them into a mini briefcase.

He stands up, outstretch his arm for me to shake..

I stare at him for a brief second, lost in my thoughts.

He takes it as a cue that shaking is probably not necessary.

He gathers his belongings and is matching off towards the gate.

I'm left here, flabbergasted..

I knew our going to kombi wasn't exactly for honeymoon purposes.

I stir at the half full lemonade juice in front of me. Sighing, I scampered to my feet and leaves the garden, with the lemonade still on the table.





So, first of all,HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

2020!!

I remember when we were still in 2015, I will be thinking of how 2020 would be... Now we are in 2020!! How do you feel about it?

Anyways, two bullets and two wound stabs in the stomach level of our dearest Fred! That's much!!

Anyways, how would you like to see Kayla breakdown after hearing this revealed secret about her dearest husband?

Scroll and read further! ❤

Ann2012:
Waiting for the mysteries behind Fred's death

Well done OP

Thank youuss

Yep, I'm kind of thinking of a very good way to put it, but nevertheless we will see how things end up

BASTED INTERVIEW!

Till Death Do Us Part!

Excerpt: Promise me that you will always remember; You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think!
~A.A milne

~listen to Love yourz by J Cole for this chapter.


I thought I could handle the interview but what I didn't know is that, everyone would always want to put straw into the juice of your life. Don't get me wrong, I'd like to be asked about recent happenings around and about me but asking me about my husband and all the things related to him while he was still alive and even how good he was in bed is a little over the edge.

Did I say a little?

Well, it tops the edge and peaks high above the edge!

I mean, how can human beings come up with such ruthless questions?

‘Considering the fact that your husband is dead, we would like you to share to us how good he really was!’ The interviewer asked, her blonde hair wig cascading her face and brushes down her shoulders.

‘How good he was?’ I asked, slightly confused or maybe just appreciating a little child that has refused to collect the sweets his mother is offering him. He throws it to the floor and watch the woman growl in horror.

‘Yes! I mean, how good he was in bed!’ She said, winking. I choked on my own spittle.

My eyes flickered from the little child and landed on the blonde lady in front of me. She smiled, with her thirty two sets of white teeth displaying magnificently. She's indeed a beauty!

I swallow hard, and try to analyze the question.

How on earth is this type of questions asked in an exhibit show?

I brush off invisible dust from the suit trousers I wore, pull up my left hand sleeve shirt and pinched myself, hard.

The pain surges through me in fast frenzy and I wince.

The lady keeps watching me, still smiling!

Well, presenters and host of shows shouldn't be allowed to make heaven!

They seem to appear nonchalance to the battle you are going through from their evil mind set brains!

I fumble for words and then an idea popped into my head, why not beat her at her own game?

‘Err.. Would you like to repeat that question again? I'm sorry, the sleeve of my shirt is too tight I might have pulled hard on it, thereby pulling all my concentration away!’ I said, smiling devilishly.

She smiled again, but if you look closely, her smile seems dusted, almost forced.

‘Well, for the well being of this show, I'd like to ask how good he really was in bed. I mean, this is a matured show and it's rated pg18’ She says.

I look at the direction of the little stubborn kid and find him in his mother's arms. I look around and find some teenagers at the far end of the room, watching me with eagerness, supposedly very interested to hear what I've got to say.

I'm doing this for you little kid, I'm going to save your little ears from hearing things you're not supposed to hear at this age!

I stare at the blonde and said,

‘Jesus, did you see that movie tittled jexi? Oh my, that movie was a blast. You should really watch it!’ I say.

She frowns, looks at the audience and manages a small smile.

‘Yes, I did watch it and it was super!’ she says, unsure if she should be replying me.

‘Yesss, it was! With that phone speaking to the man like that. I mean, just imagine I have a phone like with me right now. It's just super funny!’ I say, laughing loudly. I'm surprise I can laugh this hard.

She laughs too and that's how we changed the topic to Jexi film being a total hilarious movie of all time!

~~~~~~~~~

I park my car at a bar and sauntered out of the drivers seat. Going home at this time is going to make me more miserable, so I'm going to have a drink or two and watch the night fall.

I enter the bar and the blasting music is deafening. The little disco lights that almost shows nothing makes me unable to see my way. I can make out that the bar is filled with people and I can also make out an empty space farther down the room which is completely isolated.

Nice place for a soul like mine!

I shuffle my way through sweaty bodies and gets to my location.

I hear sounds which almost resembles the moans of two people making out. Ugh, I need to find another place to sit.

I leave the isolated area and goes to another place which is almost not occupied by drunks or naked women.

I know I'm not supposed to be in this kind of place, but for this night, can you put your religious beliefs aside?

I mean, for one night!

I get to the place and grab a seat. Sitting on the seat, a bar tender rushes to me immediately. I order Bacardi wine and he hurries off to get my orders.

I wait patiently for him while swerving to the music that is playing from the speakers. The story of OJ by Kanye West.

My drink is placed in front of me with a glass cup. The glass cup looks shorter than my usual size I uses at home. I request for a taller glass.

Few minutes later, I'm downing Bacardi inside my system.

Few hours later.

‘You killed him didn't you?’ someone asks. I turn to look at who it is. A lady about my age, A bit shorter than me and has longer hair than my natural shorts. She is wearing a skimpy short tight gown that reveals almost all her girly curves. She sits opposite from where I sat and drink her whisky from the bottle.

‘Who are you?’ I ask wryly, with the alcohol taking over me.

She laughs wickedly and sips her drink.

‘You wouldn't like to know about me, but since you asked, I will only tell you my name. I'm Adaora!’ she says, shaking her head to rockstar by post Malone playing from the speakers.

I watch, wondering why she asked me that question.

‘You don't know me, but I knew your husband, very well. Maybe better than you nitwit!’ she says.

I huff, I'm I speaking to a LovePeddler now? What else is left for today?

‘So you killed him, didn't you?’ she asks, raking her eyes all over me with complete disgust.

‘I would ask you the same question!’ I say, taking my own drink.

She looks at me, with so much hate.

She reaches across the table and slapped me.

The sudden impact makes me jump and I feel my face heat up. The pain making me a little uneasy.

‘That's for coming into his life and ruining all that we had!’ She says.

She sits down, taking her drink.

I look at her, unable to say anything.

What I'm I supposed to say to that?

She reaches across again and slaps me. I didn't see this one coming, so I didn't duck.

Anger consumes me.

‘And that's for killing him. If only he made the right choice, he wouldn't be dead by now, you little ungrateful bastard!’ she spits.

I rub the side she slapped and sprang to my feet.

Why am I letting this LovePeddler treat me like this?

I stand up and made to leave.

She drags me by my shirt and flings me to the seat. I crash into the wooden chair and feel my bones crack.

Goddammit!!

In a blink, she's on me, beating, cursing, fighting, kicking and doing everything possible to disfigure my face.

I cover my face with my arms as the hits lands mercilessly on me.

‘Stop...stop...stop this!’ I whine.

She doesn't stop, but continues harder.

I gather my strength from where it laid, presumably the pit of hell and shoved her aside.

I am surprised to see that she doesn't weigh as much as I do.

I didn't fight back, I just stare at her. Imagining what she would look like if I run my car over her?

I'd crumple her into pieces.

She stares back, breathing profusely.

I grab my phone which is shattered on the floor and race out of the bar.

So much for an interview day!





Do you remember Adaora?

If yes, then Merry Christmas to you

If no, what shall I do to you?

Run you over with my car, just as Kayla had imagined.

I think that's very much savagery!

We will be looking at the mysteries behind Fred's death in the next chapter.

❤❤

Culin:
I'm hooked. Your style of narration is captivating. And the way you switched from present to flashback in the first chapter was lit. Nice story.

Thank you so much babe

May her soul rest in peace!

There's no such thing as happily ever after!!

Adeola25:
Hmmm, well done Op.

Thanks babe DD

BLACK WIDOW

Till Death Do Us Part!

Excerpt: Losing all I truly had is one grave thing, accepting that I truly lost it, is another!
~Sochey

~Listen to Butterfly Effect by Travis Scott for this chapter.

The death of my husband came as a shock to his whole family and the entire world. And probably for you that is reading this!

For me, I think I lost myself in him.

He's wake is organized to be today and honestly, I don't really want to attend. Because, I have refused to admit that Fred Johnson, my husband is dead!

My parent In-law and Kate with my sister are doing everything possible to hide their sorrows. My father In-law keep blaming the political parties that Fred got involved in. He said they are the ones behind his son death and he would do anything to bring justice to the table.

Everyone seconds that, I on my part, don't exactly know what I should put my mind in!

The preparation for the wake tonight is going on downstairs, I sit in my room, my head facing the ceiling and staring at the white roof. I'm trying not to cry, I'm trying not to run mad or probably loose my mind.

It's 7:45pm

‘Come on, Kay! We need to go downstairs’ I heard my sister say. Her voice sounded far and void. Echoes of her voice repeated in my heard.

‘Kay?’ She calls again. I shake my mind from drowsiness and stands up from the bed.

She holds my hand, and offers me an assuring smile.

I try to smile back, but my face hurts!

We go down the spacious staircase, with each step accompanied by my beating heart. I try to control my racing heart but couldn't.

The people present turn to look at us as we make it to the final step. I almost trip, but feel my sister's hand tighten around mine.

She gives me an encouraging nod and I nod back.

‘I'm so sorry for your lost Kay, my sincerest condolences!’ A woman about the age of Paula says, presumably Paula's friend. I shake my head in acknowledgement.

‘He was such a nice man!’ Another says. I turn to look at her, she is wearing a long flowing black gown and a stylish hat to match. The hat has an inscription on it which says ‘Davinci' her hair is trimmed short and she appears to be quite the beautiful type back in the days.

‘Where else can we find someone as good as that man’ Another woman wept. She appears younger than the former woman. But surely looks like a grandma because you could see the bags underneath her eyes.

‘Oh death! Why....did.....you....take....him...awayyyyy...?’ Another wept.

Looking at all the people who are wearing black and weeping. Some pretending to be in so much pain and proving that they truly know how to cry.

My sister leads me to a seat and I sit down.

I survey the room and find Fred's mother, Paula at the far end of the room. She's wearing black too and her eyes is soar. She's still crying and Kate sits next to her, with her head bowed.

I bow my head, and stare at the grey color porcelain floor.

Someone comes close to me and shakes me. I raise my head and comes face to face with Fred's great aunt.

‘You killed him, didn't you?’ she asks. My heart skips and I try to control my emotions.

‘Just say you did, I know you did!’ she continues.

‘You witch, I knew you were not good for my son. I know he will never live long with you and now look what's happened. He's dead! Oh, may his soul rest in peace!’ She says, raising her voice.

‘I.....didn't!’ I defended, breaking down in tears. Paula swings her way to my seat and pulls the old lady away.

‘Why are you blaming her?’ She ask the old woman

‘Because she did it, she killed your son, Paula can't you see it. She has used charm to blindfold all of you. She's a murderer!’ She screamed. Everyone turn to stare at us, I bow my head and feel warm substance streaming down my face.

Paula comes over to me, places her hand on my shoulder and squeezes softly.

‘Listening to her is like listening to rugrats sing. Don't let her words get to you!’ She says and drags the old lady away from the room.

At this point, I didn't know how to feel. My world is torn apart and I don't think I will ever get back myself.

~~~~~~~~~~

Since two weeks after the wake, my house is infested by journalists, reporters, news stations and a bunch of people I didn't know existed. When you are gone, the world will remember that you were a legend. The world isn't a fair place.

I couldn't go anywhere without being asked too much questions by all the aforementioned people stalking my every move.

I stayed home!

Alone!

Dejected!

Frustrated!

Wishing for death to come for me too!

My sister had to go back to school, she tried her possible best to encourage me to move further. Start a new life but being me, I just let her words hover above my head!

Today, I've been called on national tv to represent the company I work for. My boss made sure that I wanted to go and that if I don't feel comfortable about it, I can always turn out. I assured her I am good and now I'm doing this.

Wearing a three piece women suit, deciding not to wear wig but go on natural. Brushing my short hair and making sure there is no over growth. I wear my high heel shoes with pebbles at the curve area for beautification. I put all my design work inside a suit case that I purchased last December. After making sure I'm good to go, I go downstairs.

I go to the shelf of car keys and find my keys. I go into the kitchen and switch on the coffee machine. After pouring a handful of cocoa into the machine and adding all the necessary, my coffee is served!

I sit at the island and drink noiselessly. My phone beep and I rush to pick it up from where I left it at the coffee machine table. It's a text message from Fred's mom, telling me she would like me to join them for dinner.

I immediately text back, rejecting the offer. Using my busy schedule as cover up. She text back immediately to my amazement, saying that I need to free myself a bit. After a whole lot of advise about moving on, she finally congratulates me on my success in the company and wish me a successful interview.

Speaking of interviews, I check the time on my silver wrist watch. I only have about thirty minutes to get to the place.

I drink the remaining coffee and put the cup inside the sink without bordering to wash it. I'll probably clean up when I get back!

I get my handbag and keys and rush out of the house.

Getting to the garage, my car is no where in sight!

I turn to check everywhere but find nothing. I growl, and walk to the gate man's house.

There, I knock but find no one or rather, nobody's there.

I find out that the gate is slightly opened, I open it and shuffle my way outside the mansion.

My car is parked farther down the street and my gateman is with a bunch of people that looks like journalist and reporters. I frown and go towards my car direction, not wanting to raise any alarm. I go steadily, walking on cobble stones with pencil high heels is hell waters!

Very much difficult!

I go nevertheless, with the soul aim of reaching my car without those devils seeing me.

They saw me, and oh yes they come towards me with so much speed that for a second, I think I might get crushed by their impending velocity. Well, I didn't get crushed, I got mopped!

‘Ma'am, how do you feel today, you finally decided to come out of your house after the death of your husband?’ A light skinned woman asked, with a microphone tightly rapped in her palms and the camera crew taking flashes.

I squint, wishing to melt into the soil or become one of this precious cobble stones beneath my feet!

‘You look skinny, do you eat at all?’ Another asked.

‘Tell us a little about how you feel due to your husband's sudden death. It's a shock to the whole world, he was such a patriotic citizen!’ Another said, shaking her head in pity.

‘We want to know everything!’ Another says, pushing the dirty looking mouth piece into my face. I wince, and try to get away from these demons.

‘Don't you think you should start a new life and move on. Leave the dead be!’ Another says, sounding very much like my sister.

‘Will you remarry? You are still very young!’ Another exclaims.

‘Are you going to sell off this property and move to a smaller place? How do you cope here, alone?’

Well that's it!

‘I'm late for an interview so you suckers should better poke your nose somewhere else! And I don't want to see any of y'all in my house ever again. Who pays you to do this sh*t?’ I ask, maneuvering inside my car.

After turning on the ignition, I zoom off, leaving particles of dust on the heads of those ifrits and perhaps in their throats also.












How is this chapter?

We are going to be meeting a lot of great aunts and journalists in the fourth coming chapters and probably till the end. So hold on tight and watch the drama unfold!!

Ann2012:
I'm with you OP

Who killed Fred oooo
Well done ma'am

Where have you been?
Ghosting?

[b]First, I'd like to dedicate this chapter to Ann2012, where did you go??



Gone So Soon



Till Death Do Us Part!

Excerpt:In all your beauty, you may sleep and never rise again!
~Sochey

Listen to No tears left to cry by Ariana Grande.

A year later

I [/b]stay in the lush sitting room with a plate of strawberry cake. Forking the delicious goodness into my mouth, I switch on the television.

After twenty seconds of booting, it finally came around. I tune to Aljezera news and sit comfortably on the sofa.

The news began with a set of companies making top leads in the market. I watch with interest, hoping to see my company too.

The flushed face woman, keep comparing Dolce&Gabana and Louis Vuitton. She mentioned how D&G is top notch while LV is lagging behind. After what took her about a lot of complaints and success stories, she finally mentioned the known companies in Nigeria. The place where I work, happens to be the top lead and I am grateful for that.

I chew my cake effortlessly, watching other related things happening around the world.

[b]Newscaster: [/b]we bring you the happenings around the globe. Firstly, there has been this said feud going on between the catagra party and Aso party. It is been reported yesterday that our popular millionaire Fred Johnson has been involved in this propaganda. He is trying to prove to the both parties that he can't stop his good deeds in our country simply because they has offered him huge sum of money. He has openly rejected the money and the ideas of the aforementioned parties. He also said that he's willing to take this country farther and no one will tell him differently. The other parties are not taking this lightly and has promised to come after him.......

I listened to this with so much interest that I didn't know when the empty plate in my hand fell on the porcelain floor. The loud clatter makes me jump a little and I immediately picked it up.

What on earth is Fred trading on? Those parties are the most notorious ones in our society and they will definitely do everything to get him off their plan.

I turn off the TV and head to the kitchen with the plate in my hand. I get to the sink, turn on the tap and wash the plate absentmindedly.

After drying it with the kitchen towel, I place it where it's supposed to be and go into the dinning room.

It's 8:39pm

As I finished checking Fred's dinner on the dinning, I go into the living room and is about to pick up my phone and go upstairs when I hear the honking of a car and the screeching of car tyres.

Fred's home!

I stay calmly, waiting patiently for him to come inside the house.

He finally comes, drops his suitcase on a nearby sofa and stride towards me.

He looks tired!

When he gets to me, we embrace. Standing there for undefined seconds noiselessly. Only our breathing can be heard.

He finally break away.

‘How was work?’ I ask. He sighs, places a hand on his forehead and drags it down his face, in a manner of frustration.

I stare at him, afraid of perhaps just a little annoyed by his involvement in political nonsense.

‘Good, I guess!’ he mutters. I watch, contemplating on whether to ask him about the said news or just let him freshen up and eat.

After a while, I let go.

‘Come freshen up, you must be really hungry!’ I tell him, motioning for him to follow me upstairs.

He does, I pick up his suitcase from where it lay and nudge him towards me.

I hold him around the waist and with that, we managed upstairs.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He eats in silence, while I go through crazy things on YouTube.

Few minutes through the silence, I decided to speak.

‘How did you get involved in political activities?’ I ask. The mold of Semovita that he has carefully wrapped, dipped inside okra soup, half way through his mouth almost dropped to the floor.

He compose himself and coughs.

‘What?’ He asks, and I just stare back at him.

He coughs again, drinking his glass of water.

‘I heard the news, you shouldn't do such things, Fred’ I said, hoping my eyes appear pleading enough.

‘So what, Eh? I shouldn't help the nation to grow?’ he ask, his attention fully focused on me across the table.

‘I know you are trying to help, but you shouldn't challenge those two parties. They will come after you!’ I protested.

He laughs.

‘You believe they will come after me, don't you?’ he ask.

I inhale, dragging in handful of air.

He shakes his head, as if to say ‘Women and their ways of thinking’

‘I don't want you getting involved, agree to step aside for them and let them build the country. Because you have all it takes, you want to put your life in danger?’ I say, almost yelling.

‘Then I will put my life in danger and show those pissheads that if they can't do their work, some else is going to do it for them!’ he finalized.

‘I don't want to loose you Fred!’ I say.

He stares at me, obviously struck by what I said.

‘Me too!’ he replies.

‘You too what?’ I ask, amusement lacing my voice.

‘I don't want to loose me too!’ he replies, flatly. I role my eyes, stand up from my seat and go over to pick up plates.

He laughs, standing to follow me to the kitchen.

I wash up, checking if the doors are locked properly and we both retire upstairs.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Few weeks later, I receive a call from my husband, asking me to come home immediately.

He's voice didn't sound so good, so I clear up everything I was doing, taking up my handbag and phone I rush outside my office.

The elevator is occupied, so I decide to take the electric stairs. On getting there, I am told that it's not in motion. I groan, adjusting my skin tight black skirt and prep myself to climb down the staircase through the back door.

After thirty seconds, I am out of the company and heading towards my Ford Mustang.

I get into the drivers seat, throw my bag on the passenger seat and pull off my wig.

I exhale, and start up the engine.

I drive through the muddy street with so much vigour for a fragile woman. Fred drowning voice playing in my head and the 99.9 radio station not doing anything to calm my anxiety.

Half way through the mansion, I almost knocked down an old woman trying to cross the road.

I hold the break immediately, the tyres making a screeching sound and I'm jolted forward by the sudden impact.

I wait patiently as the woman cross slowly.

Resisting the temptation to walk up to her and throw her off the road, I tapped on the steering wheel. She makes it to the other side and I literally jump in joy.

I start up the engine once more and race towards my street.

I park in the garage and haul myself out of the vehicle and dash towards the house.

The familiar scent of avocado air freshener hits my nose as I step foot inside the living room.

‘Fred..’ I call, going into the kitchen. He's not there.

I go upstairs, into our room.

I call his name but is answered by silence.

I enter fully into the room and the once neat room I left behind is now a horrible mess. Everything is scattered and some China cups and vase is broken.

Our bedspread on the floor. Few of my clothes on the floor at the far corner of the room. Our wedding frame shattered into pieces.

I almost cried but then, I remember that my husband might still be here.

I find out that the door to our bathroom is slightly open. I walk into it, hearing running water. I walk in fully into the lush bathroom and I find my husband, laying motionless inside the bathtub. I shut my eyes and run towards him

‘Fred..’ I call, no response.

He lays there, motionless, staring at nothingness!

I find out that not only water is in the bathtub but also red substance. I look at his still face and start to scream.

‘No... This can't be, this just can't be!’ I yelled, shaking him.

He's perfect features dampened and whitish substance is dropping from his mouth.

I pick up my phone immediately and dialed 911.




Ps: If you are following the story very well, you will know that Kayla once had a dream like this. Finding Fred dead in the bathtub. So for proper understanding, I'd suggest you count back to chapter eight.



Trying to write the death of Fred gave me sleepless nights. I mean, whenever I remember that sweet Fred Johnson is going to die, I can't help but feel guilty.

Nevertheless, that's how the story is supposed to go.

Now, the question is: Who killed Fred?

You think it's the politicians?
Find out more!!

Black widow Kayla in the making!

Till Death Do Us Part!

Excerpt: We were scared of getting old and it made us restless
~Adele, when we were young.

~Listen to Suicidal by juice world for this chapter.
Rip to the dead!


After what took forever, I resumed work. Might I add, my life bounced back to normal. I mean, apart from the fact that my husband and I kept a favourable distance between us.

I learned to work without sleep and before a month expired, my offers were on target market and I sold more than I can imagine.

Fred's family gave up on seeing me due to my busy schedule. My sister is doing well in school and calls all the time. Most of her calls were filled with emotional what-nots and it drives me insane each time she keeps ranting about family reunion and a whole lot of things that I'm sure even the priest forgot to mention on my wedding day.


Sometimes she would call, I will place on loudspeaker and she will rant all day while I just go about my daily activities with the phone laying peacefully on my bed or office desk.


Six months later after the backlash.


‘Ugh, Jesus! I will be done in the next fifteen minutes!’ I yelled from my room. My sister is downstairs, pacing up and down. Complaining about us running late and my not helping matters.


I asked her where we were going but she has refused to tell. I disagreed to her girlish ideas but only agreed when she threatened to steal my Vl bag which worth more than you can imagine. I mean, who would sacrifice anything for a Vl hand bag worth thousands.


Taking that as a cue that she has trapped me, she's making things unbearable right now.


I have tons of designs to complete and one to send to the first lady before the end of today.


‘Kayla, what in Jupiter are you still doing up there?’ She yells. I role my eyes, round up everything I'm doing, shutting down my computer. I place the laptop where it's supposed to be and then March into the bathroom.


Turning on the tap, I immediately splash cold water on my face, grab a nearby face towel and wipe the wetness away. I come out of the bathroom and walk into our walk-in closet. I start going through the range of wigs. Apparently, I am good with the knee length floral gown I'm wearing.


I find a short bulb human hair and fix it on my hair without bothering to comb the natural hair.


I examine myself on the mirror before walking back into the room.


I hear footsteps and the doors to my room is slammed open. I didn't mind to check who it is because I knew it's my sister.


‘What on earth, Kay?’ She screams, dragging her palm down her face.


Thank God she doesn't wear make up!


I smiled at her, grabbing my purse and phone.


I smile at her again, walking out of the door.


She growls and follows me.


Thirty minutes drive,


‘We are here, park the car at this corner!’ She orders. I look at her, perplexed. What's the excitement about anyways?


I park the car at where she mentioned and we stepped out of the car.


She squeals, rushing to my side and ethwines our arms.


We march into the luxury looking place and I couldn't help but appreciate the different colors of lights. It shines in accordance, each taking time to display it's colors significantly.


I inhale the fresh air that smells of salads.


‘Are we in a cooking show?’ I ask her. She giggles and I become suspicious.


We go into the building, with my sister smiling like an idiot and I determined to find out this big surprise.


When we go into the building, the smell of salads becomes too obvious. Everywhere is dark and no kind of light illuminate the expanse of space. I exhale, trying to make out the meaning of all the drama.


I feel my sister disengage her arms from mine and she's no where around me. I want to scream, but a tiny voice in my head whispered that I should probably keep calm.


I keep calm nevertheless!


I watch as little flicker of light is turn on and off. There's someone behind it but I can't make out who.


The flickering continues until the person decides to have mercy on my poor eyes.


The light comes out immediately, almost blinding me. I squint and cover my eyes with my palms.


Slowly, I recover from the effects and my pupils slowly adjust to the flashes.


Heads were peeking out from the cushions that is situated at the far end of the room.


Have you watched the movie ‘Alone'
I mean the Indian movie that is scary?


That's how I can explain the type of fear that is going through me right now. My panic attack mode slowly rising to 100%


The next thing I see or heard is....


‘Happy Birthday, Kayla Johnson!!’


All the heads hidden behind the cushion slowly rise up and I can see most of my colleagues faces and my boss and my sister(The treacherous one) and my in-laws including that if Kate and everyone that I don't even know.


How did this happen?


How did I forget my own birthday?


I stand there, dazed.


Completely oblivious to the fact that today is actually my birthday and my family and loved ones has organized something for me.

Little wonder, the aroma of salads is too heavy!


I am being gifted with cards that says amazing things about a celebrant. I read them, tears forming at the brink of my eyes.


The celebration is on full swing and I ate a lot of salads! And cakes too.


I'm about wondering if Fred Johnson will ever show up when I see him at the end of the room with men in black. They seem to be having heated conversation and is going to murder anyone who intrudes.


I don't intrude, but March to the place that harbors the drinks.


I take out a bottle of chilled stout and cork it open with a bottle opener. I sip the liquid, savouring it's taste. I watch my sister play around with little kids that won't leave her alone.


I watch as the conversation between Fred and the men become more heated and each of their faces clouded with bitterness and hate.


I watch as my mother In-law tend to my father In-law, each both happy with themselves.


I watch as Kate and some guy discuss and laugh about things I couldn't hear.


I watch my boss throw accusing eyes towards John our leading designer.


I watch as all the drama display and I'm too consumed in my drink that I didn't notice someone stand in front of me, with his hands crossed behind his back.


When I mean someone, I meant my husband!


How did he get here? He was just there talking with some unknown people. I glanced at the place he once stood but he's no longer there. My heart warm up.


‘Happy Birthday, my love!’ He said.


I almost choked on my own spittle. When was the last time her referred me as his love?


Despite me, I managed a small smile.


He takes his seat beside me, taking up a bottle of beer in the process. He corks his own bottle and drinks from it.


‘It's been forever!’ He stated, with a small laugh.


I mimic his laughter and shake my head in response.


He turns to look at me, staring straight into my eyes.


I gulp, unaware of what else to do but to stare back.

He reaches for my cheek, stroke gently and squeeze.


‘Ouch’ I let out.


He laughs, and I can't help but realise how much I've missed my husband.


‘We will try once again, Eh?’ He asks. I nod in response.





The book is coming to an end. Will Kayla and Fred live happily ever after