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Anusiem’s Daughter - Gloria Ashagwara, Haywards Heath (2025)

14/09/2025

The story of Amnon, Tamah and Absalom- King David’s Children.

13/09/2025

THE WEDDING THAT NEVER HAPPENED

EPISODE 8
by: Anusiem's Daughter

When Jonathan finally got to Amanda, he fell on his knees before her. His heart was heavy and his eyes filled with regret.

“Amanda,” he pleaded softly, “I am very sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen. Believe me, I was abducted.”

Amanda looked at him sharply, her face burning with pain and anger. “And you returned back with another woman, right?”

Jonathan froze. “Who told you I came back with another woman?”

“Then who is the girl you walked in with?” Amanda’s voice shook as she spoke.

Jonathan quickly explained, “She saved me. She was the only one who listened to me when no one else would. I was stranded in Suleja and didn’t even know how I got there.”

Amanda folded her arms, unmoved. “It is your past that is haunting you, Jonathan. And I am not ready to witness what you just went through on what was supposed to be our wedding day. I can no longer continue like this.”

Jonathan’s voice cracked. “I was forced to say those things, Amanda. You must believe me.”

“You were forced, right? But did they put words into your mouth?” she asked bitterly.

“I had no choice!”

“But now you do have a choice.”

“Which choice are you talking about?” Jonathan asked, confusion on his face.

Amanda looked straight at him and said, “The choice of leaving my side or staying here, talking to your own shadow.”

Her words cut deep. Then, before walking away, she gave him the final blow. “I have gone back to Manuel. Not even my parents can stop me from marrying him now.”

Jonathan’s world shattered. His knees grew weak, and his heart ached as though crushed under a heavy stone. The woman he had dreamed of building a life with was gone, slipping into the arms of another man.

In his pain, he went straight to Collins, his closest friend, to confront him. “Why didn’t you stop Amanda from saying yes to Manuel?” Jonathan asked.

Collins looked troubled. “Jonathan, she was devastated. You never called. Nobody knew what had happened to you. And when you finally showed up, you came with another woman. People began to suspect me of being part of the plan. I felt like a victim myself because everyone looked at me as though I was your accomplice.”

Jonathan sighed deeply, but Collins wasn’t finished. He leaned forward and asked, “My guy, do you really just want Amanda back so you can move on as if nothing happened?”

“Yes, of course,” Jonathan said without hesitation.

Collins chuckled bitterly. “You are funny.”

“What do you mean by that?” Jonathan demanded.

“You claim to have been abducted. Instead of finding out who was behind it, you’re chasing after the same woman you went missing on your wedding day with. Don’t you think it’s too soon? Too shallow?”

Jonathan frowned. “What do you want me to do?”

Collins looked him in the eye. “You’ve become too naïve. Find out who did this to you. Whoever could abduct a grown man on his wedding day is not only cunning but also very angry and dangerous.”

Jonathan whispered, “I’m sure it was her ex.”

“Who?”

“Manuel.”

Collins shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

“Of course, it was him,” Jonathan insisted. “He swooped in immediately after, and I lost her.”

“Then prove it,” Collins replied firmly.

Those words sank into Jonathan’s heart. For the first time, he realized Collins might be right. Maybe Manuel wasn’t the only suspect. In fact, Manuel was one of the least hurt people from Jonathan’s past. Jonathan had broken the hearts of many women in his reckless younger days. Could one of them be seeking revenge?

While Jonathan was battling with his thoughts, Amanda had already moved on. For the first time, he felt the bitter taste of losing someone he loved to another man. He also began to understand the pain of all the women he had walked away from without explanation.

Yet Jonathan, instead of healing, sought comfort elsewhere. When things with Amanda completely collapsed, he started seeing Caroline, the mysterious young woman he had met in Suleja.

At first, everything became calm. He grew serious with her, and Amanda seemed to have truly moved on. But deep down, Jonathan’s relationship with Caroline was partly a game—he wanted Amanda to feel jealous. Amanda, however, didn’t even glance his way. She was only searching for her own peace of mind.

As for Caroline, Jonathan soon began to notice signs that she was hiding something. One evening, unable to hold back his suspicion, he confronted her.

“Caroline, why did you agree to date me when you already had another man in Suleja?” he asked sternly.

She smirked and shot back, “But you went back to your ex.”

Jonathan stiffened. “Which ex are you talking about?”

“Amanda,” Caroline said, almost casually.

Jonathan’s eyes narrowed. “Who told you her name?”

“The news is everywhere,” she replied.

“You’re lying!” Jonathan snapped. “Who told you her name?”

“I just heard it from someone.”

“Who exactly?”

“I just heard it, Jonathan. Don’t press me too much,” Caroline said evasively.

Jonathan took a deep breath. “Can you tell me who you really are?”

“I am Caroline,” she replied calmly.

“You’d better be,” Jonathan muttered, suspicion gnawing at him.

From that moment, Jonathan realized something chilling: his past was truly haunting him. Caroline was not who she seemed.

He decided to step up. Quietly, without letting her feel insecure or threatened, he began investigating who Caroline truly was. He had never checked her background when they first met in Suleja. At the time, she had appeared like a simple girl just struggling to make ends meet, perhaps grabbing an opportunity to secure a job. But now, Jonathan was certain there was more to her than met the eye.

He smiled at her, gave her comfort, and showed no signs of mistrust. But inside, he was alert, determined to uncover her real story.

What was Caroline hiding? Who exactly was she? And could she be linked to the mystery of his abduction?

Jonathan knew he was getting closer to answers—but he also feared the truth might break him more than Amanda’s rejection ever could.

To Be Continued...

13/09/2025

The Power of Obedience

12/09/2025

We pray that SANITY returns to the world 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 RIP CHARLIE KIRK. You were a soldier for Christ.

12/09/2025

THE WEDDING THAT NEVER HAPPENED

EPISODE 7
by: Anusiem's Daughter

The street was crowded, yet he felt strangely alone. Cars honked, traders shouted, and people hurried past, but his mind was lost in a storm of confusion. His feet carried him aimlessly along the dusty, noisy road until—suddenly—he collided with someone.

A soft gasp escaped the lips of the lady he had bumped into. She was strikingly beautiful in her simplicity, her hair neatly packed, her dress modest yet elegant. In her hand was a phone, which slipped from her fingers and fell to the ground with a loud crack.

She bent quickly, picked it up, and when she saw the screen had cracked, her face twisted with anger.
“Are you blind?” she snapped.

He froze, blinking at her as if waking from a dream. His thoughts were scattered, his heart heavy, and for a moment, he did not even realize what had just happened.

“I… I’m sorry,” he stammered, his voice trembling. “I wasn’t looking. I didn’t even know I bumped into you.”

The lady examined her phone again and hissed. “You have to fix this, sir. Where were you looking? You walk like someone who has lost his way.”

His eyes grew moist. “That’s because I truly am lost. I don’t even know where I am right now. I… I need help.”

The young woman raised a suspicious brow. “Lost? Well, in this town we don’t trust strangers easily. And you just broke my phone.”

He swallowed, his voice soft and desperate. “If you help me, I’ll buy you a new phone. I promise. Please.”

Her eyes ran over him from head to toe. His coat was twisted on one side, his shoes dusty, and his whole appearance suggested someone who had been through struggle. She scoffed.
“You look shabby and unkempt, like someone wearing a pig’s blanket.”

He nodded quickly. “Yes, I know. But I really need your help.”

Something in his tone made her pause. Against her better judgment, she gave him a chance to speak. He explained his ordeal—the wedding day that never was, the strange sleep, and his sudden awakening in a town he didn’t recognize.

The lady’s eyes softened, though a calculating thought lingered behind them. She herself was desperate. For months, she had been searching for a job, roaming the city with her documents neatly packed in a brown envelope. She saw in this stranger not just confusion, but perhaps a chance.

“Well,” she said slowly, “I was actually heading to drop my CV. I studied business management. What about you? What did you study?”

“Business management as well,” he answered quickly, a flicker of hope lighting his eyes.

Then his lips curved slightly. “My father owns a big company in this town.”

Her eyes widened. “Really? Which company? Who is your father?”

“The famous Sir Emmanuel Okeke,” He replied. “Owner of Global Limited.”

She frowned, confusion deepening. “There is no company like that in this city. Are you sure?”

He folded her arms. “Global Limited is one of the most popular companies in Abuja.”

She nearly stumbled. “Abuja? What do you mean?”

The young woman laughed bitterly. “Who told you this is Abuja? This is Suleja. Unless, of course, you misspoke.”

Her words struck him like thunder. In that instant, the puzzle began to make sense. He realized the truth: he had been drugged, dragged away, and dumped in Suleja, far from Abuja, on the very day that was meant to be his wedding.

Desperation welled up in him. He clasped his hands together, his voice breaking. “Please, I beg you. Help me. If you help me, I’ll never forget your kindness.”

The lady hesitated. She had no money to offer, no real power to change his situation. But she saw his helplessness, and perhaps something in his handsome face softened her heart. Finally, she agreed to let him stay in her modest apartment for a while.

That night, he borrowed her razor, shaved off his scruffy beard, and trimmed his hair. When he stepped out of the bathroom, clean and refreshed, she stared at him anew. He was no longer the shabby stranger she had first insulted, but a strikingly handsome man.

One thing led to another. She found herself drawn to his presence, the way he spoke, the way his eyes carried both pain and hope. A moment of silence turned into a lingering gaze. A gaze turned into a kiss. Before long, their emotions overpowered them, and they spent the night in each other’s arms.

By the third day, he finally managed to get some money and recharge her phone. His call to his parents went through at last. Relief filled his chest as his father’s familiar voice answered. Without hesitation, his parents sent him enough money to return to Abuja.

Before leaving, gratitude tugged at his heart. He could not abandon Caroline—the woman who had sheltered him when he had nowhere else to go. Despite his guilt, he invited her to travel with him. She agreed, but with one condition:
“If you truly get me a job, I will never tell anyone what happened between us.”

He nodded, though his heart grew heavy.

When they finally arrived in Abuja, his parents wept and embraced him tightly. They had almost given up hope. But even in their joy, they couldn’t hide their shock at the strange lady by his side.

News spread quickly, and soon Amanda—his bride-to-be—heard that he had returned. Instead of rushing to see him, she withdrew into silence. She had been devastated by his sudden disappearance, and in her pain, her ex had returned to console her.

When he realized Amanda had been informed yet chose to ignore him, panic surged in his chest. He rushed to her, desperate to explain everything. Standing before her, he poured out the truth—how he had been taken away against his will, how he woke up in Suleja, how every step he took was a fight to return to her.

“Amanda,” he pleaded, tears shining in his eyes, “we can still have the wedding. Let’s fix it. Let’s try again.”

But Amanda stood quietly, her face pale. She had been wounded deeply, her heart bruised by betrayal and uncertainty. The thought of walking down the aisle again, only to face another tragedy, terrified her.

She turned her eyes away, her voice low and trembling. “I need time. I’m only just recovering. I can’t go through that pain again—not so soon.”

His heart sank, but he could not force her. He knew he had a mountain to climb to regain her trust.

To be continued…

11/09/2025

THE WEDDING THAT NEVER HAPPENED

EPISODE 6
by: Anusiem's Daughter

That was how Manuel allowed his girlfriend to slip away from his arms simply to prove a point to her parents. Amanda had begged him not to give up, but his pride would not let him fight. And when she later met Jonathan, she fell deeply in love with him. Instead of rejecting Jonathan as Manuel had expected, she found joy in him. He became her laughter, her comfort, and her peace.

Yet, Amanda still carried Manuel in her heart. For many months she pretended as though she was still undecided, as if she was only giving Jonathan a trial. But deep inside, she had already chosen Jonathan. When she finally confessed the truth to Manuel, his world shattered. She broke his heart into tiny pieces, but Manuel accepted his fate with the quietness of a man who had been defeated by destiny.

That was why, when Jonathan went missing on their wedding day and Manuel had the chance to take Amanda back, he did not hesitate. Still, he placed a condition before her:

“Promise me, Amanda. If Jonathan ever comes back to beg, you will never accept him again.”

And with tears in her eyes, Amanda whispered, “I promise… I cross my heart.”

But Amanda didn’t know the full weight of the promise she was making. She was unaware that Jonathan was still alive, locked inside a hidden house against his will. He was pressured to give up on her, but the truth was that Jonathan still loved her with every breath in his body.

A few days after Amanda’s promise, she and Manuel reconciled fully as lovers. Manuel didn’t want to waste time anymore. He began preparing to propose, convinced that fate had given him another chance to correct his mistake.

Chioma, Amanda’s best friend, warned her. “It’s too early, Amanda. Your wounds are still fresh. At least wait and be sure.”

But Amanda refused. She believed Jonathan’s disappearance was permanent. The last call she had with him made her believe he was serious about leaving. She wanted happiness, and in Manuel she saw safety. So she moved on.

Meanwhile, Jonathan’s story took a strange turn. One morning, while lying on the same bed he had been forced to sleep on every night of his confinement, his phone rang. The caller’s voice was calm but mysterious.

“Check the pillow where you rest your head. There is a zip at the edge. Open it. Inside you will find a small cloth. The key you need is wrapped inside.”

Jonathan’s heart raced as he obeyed. True to the caller’s words, there was a key hidden in the pillow. With trembling hands, he unlocked the door of the room. On the center table in the sitting room lay a bunch of other keys. One of them unlocked the small iron gate at the entrance. And just like that, Jonathan stepped outside into freedom.

But before hanging up, the caller had warned him:

“If you ever try to return to Amanda, if you attempt to marry her again, not only will you be locked up once more—you will vanish without a trace.”

Jonathan stood frozen. How could he give up on Amanda, the woman he had promised forever to? And who was truly behind his abduction?

A man who was supposed to be a groom only hours before, now found himself lost. His wedding had never taken place.

As he stepped into the open streets, Jonathan realized he was in an unfamiliar environment. “Where is this place? I’ve never been here before,” he muttered, scanning the streets around him.

The neighborhood buzzed with life. He saw cars and pedestrians, but nothing looked familiar. “I thought I knew almost every quarter in Abuja… where am I now?”

Soon a young man walked towards him, and Jonathan rushed to ask for help. “Good day, my brother.”

“Good day, sir,” the man replied, looking him over suspiciously.

Jonathan’s appearance was pitiful. He had been wearing only the undergarments beneath his wedding suit throughout his captivity. At some point, he had found a shirt to cover himself, but it was torn and dirty. His once-elegant wedding suit was now ruined. His hair and beard were rough. He looked less like a groom and more like a street wanderer. Anyone could mistake him for a thief.

“Please,” Jonathan asked, “which area is this?”

“This is Suleiman Barau Road, sir,” the man answered.

“Suleiman Barau Road? How can I find my way to Kubwa?”

The man shrugged. “I don’t know where Kubwa is.”

Jonathan’s heart sank. He had no money, no phone he could use, and no idea how far he was from home. Even if he had a phone, he didn’t know anyone’s number by heart, and he had no airtime to call. He was like a wealthy man turned beggar—someone rich, yet stranded with no help.

Determined, he approached a group of motorbike riders nearby.

“Excuse me,” he said hesitantly, “this is Suleiman Barau Road, right?”

“Yes,” one rider answered casually, “where you dey go?”

“I’m trying to get to Kubwa. Can any of you take me? I will pay when I get there.”

One rider looked at him doubtfully. “I don’t know that area. If you sabi the road, I fit carry you.”

“I don’t,” Jonathan admitted, his voice breaking.

The riders grew impatient. His shabby look and hesitant tone made them lose interest. One of them hissed, “If you no get money to pay, abeg waka go. No block road.”

Another mocked him, pointing at his unshaved beard and rough hair. “Na this your bushy face dey disturb your brain? Shift from here!”

Jonathan’s heart crumbled. He was stranded, humiliated, and lost. Slowly, he walked away, taking the lonely road with no direction. He looked like a vagabond—yet even vagabonds knew where they belonged.

For Jonathan, the road ahead was full of uncertainty. But one thing burned within him: his love for Amanda.

To be continued…

10/09/2025

THE WEDDING THAT NEVER HAPPENED

EPISODE 5

by: Anusiem's Daughter

Amanda was sitting in her room, shivering as if cold had suddenly crept into her bones. Her eyes were swollen, her lips trembling, and her hands shaking. She looked like a bride abandoned at the altar—which, in truth, she was. For more than two hours, her best friend and chief bridesmaid, Chioma, had not left her side. Chioma sat close to her, wrapping her arm around Amanda’s shoulder, whispering little words of comfort. But nothing seemed to calm her down.

Suddenly, Amanda’s phone began to ring. Her eyes darted to the screen, but no number was displayed. Instead, the screen showed Unknown Caller.

“Who could be calling me with an unknown number?” she asked nervously, clutching the phone tightly.

“Just pick it,” Chioma encouraged, her tone hopeful. “It might be connected to Jonathan.”

The mention of her missing groom’s name sent Amanda’s heart racing. She quickly swiped the screen and pressed the phone to her ear, her voice anxious and trembling.

“Hello…?”

“Amanda, it’s Jonathan,” came the familiar voice on the other end.

Her heart skipped. Tears instantly gathered in her eyes. “Jonathan! My love, where are you? You’ve been—”

“I’m sorry,” Jonathan interrupted, his tone heavy and hurried. He did not sound like the man Amanda had always known. “Listen, I never intended to hurt you. Even now, I wish I could explain better, but you must hear me. I never truly loved you. I’m in love with someone else. That’s why I left. Please, forget about me.”

Amanda froze, her whole body stiffening. “Jonathan, my love, what are you saying? This doesn’t sound like you. Please, come home and tell me this to my face. Something is wrong, I can feel it.”

But Jonathan continued firmly. “Just listen to me, Amanda. This is for the best. I never loved you. Move on with your life. There’s no need to wait for—”

The line suddenly went dead. A robotic voice echoed: “You do not have enough airtime to continue this call.”

Jonathan tried to reconnect, but his phone had no airtime. Amanda quickly tried calling back, but each attempt failed—the call had come from an unknown number, impossible to trace.

Amanda dropped the phone in despair. “I can’t reach him! The number isn’t going through!” she cried, burying her face in her palms.

Chioma pulled her close and whispered, “What did he say?”

Amanda’s voice was broken, trembling between sobs. “He said the wedding is over… He said he never loved me and that I should move on.”

Her sobs filled the room, heavy and heartbreaking. Yet a faint hope still flickered in her heart. Perhaps Jonathan would call again. Perhaps he would explain himself better. But as minutes turned into hours, and hours into days, nothing came through.

The truth was cruel but simple. When a call comes in as “unknown,” “private,” or “masked number,” the real digits are hidden by the caller’s network settings. If the receiver doesn’t already know the actual number, there is no way to call back. Amanda could only wait and pray, but Jonathan was stuck somewhere he could not recharge his phone or reach her again. They were both trapped in silence—Jonathan unable to call, Amanda unable to reach him.

It was almost as if someone was monitoring Jonathan in the house where he was held. To Jonathan, the house felt strange, but to whoever had orchestrated this act, it was familiar ground. And Amanda herself felt as though unseen eyes were also watching her every move.

Her heartbreak deepened. When she finally gathered courage, she went to her parents and told them about the call—that Jonathan had confessed he never loved her and wanted her to move on. From that day, Jonathan’s line never connected again.

But Amanda’s heart wrestled with confusion. Was Jonathan’s message genuine, or was he being forced to speak those words? Was there someone behind this entire plot—someone at the wedding, maybe the best man, the chief bridesmaid, or even one of the parents? The timing was too precise. The mysterious caller had ordered Jonathan to make that phone call, promising he would be freed afterward. Clearly, this was a calculated plan.

But who was the strange caller? Who was working as the accomplice?

While Amanda battled grief, another twist unfolded. Her former love, the man she once dated before her parents arranged her marriage to Jonathan, reappeared in her life. His name was Manuel Nkem.

Manuel had always loved her deeply. When Amanda broke things off because her parents pressured her into marrying Jonathan, Manuel forgave her. He never truly stopped caring. Now, seeing her broken and vulnerable, he stepped in to comfort her. He became her shoulder to cry on, her strength when she was weak.

Amanda had always cared for Manuel, but back then, she believed Jonathan had more qualities she desired. Jonathan was charming, bold, and persuasive—though his reputation as a womanizer lingered. Amanda convinced herself that Jonathan had changed and allowed herself to fall for him. She accepted his proposal, partly because her parents strongly approved.

But as the old saying goes: when the preferable is unavailable, the available becomes preferable.

During that painful week, Amanda leaned on Manuel for support. He visited often, held her hands when she cried, and reminded her she was still loved. Meanwhile, Collins, Jonathan’s best man, began to suspect that Manuel might have had a hand in Jonathan’s disappearance. But no evidence supported such claims. No ransom was demanded, no body was found. Without proof, no one could be accused.

Amanda herself insisted that the voice she heard on the phone was Jonathan’s, though it sounded forced. She believed Jonathan was under duress.

So the questions remained: Who was truly behind Jonathan’s disappearance? Why was Amanda the target of such a cruel game?

As Amanda tried to rebuild her strength, the irony of life struck Jonathan even harder. Amanda had now found solace in her ex-lover, Manuel. Their bond rekindled, even though she had once begged Manuel to let her go and marry Jonathan just to please her parents.

“If you truly love me, let me go,” she had once told Manuel. “Allow me to marry Jonathan so I can prove my parents wrong.”

Now fate had twisted everything. Jonathan was lost in a shadowy trap, and Amanda, the bride who never walked down the aisle, was once again in the arms of the man who had always loved her.

To be continued…

09/09/2025

THE WEDDING THAT NEVER HAPPENED

EPISODE 4
by: Anusiem's Daughter

The phone was ringing again. Jonathan followed the faint sound until he traced it into a small room where the door had been left slightly open. Inside, among a pile of dusty old books and scattered papers, the strange phone lay vibrating.

With trembling hands, he picked it up.
“Hello!” he said anxiously. “Who am I talking to?”

But before he could hear anything, the call ended. Just a short beep, and the line went dead. Jonathan stared at the screen in shock. The number appeared as Unknown Caller.

Confused and restless, he muttered, “Let me just dial Amanda’s number.” She was his bride-to-be, and in that moment he longed to hear her voice.

He quickly punched in her number, but the robotic voice of the network interrupted: “You do not have enough credit to make this call.”

“Damn!” he groaned in frustration, running a hand through his hair. It was only the beginning of his torment. His heart sank further when he noticed the battery icon on the phone flashing red.

“Whoever you are, please… just call again before the battery dies. God, please help me,” he whispered desperately.

He waited for almost an hour, pacing around the quiet house like a trapped animal. Then suddenly, the phone rang again. Jonathan snatched it up and pressed it to his ear.

“Hello?” he said quickly.

But this time there was no direct response, only a deep, distorted noise in the background. It sounded like static, mixed with heavy breathing. He tightened his grip on the phone.

“Who is on the line, please?”

Then came a chilling voice, masked and unrecognizable.
“Listen carefully,” the caller ordered.

Jonathan’s heartbeat quickened. “Who am I speaking to? Please, tell me.”

“I am a ghost from your past. Just call me the ghost.”

Jonathan froze. “What do you want from me?”

The voice was sharp. “Call your bride and tell her the wedding is over. Tell her you never loved her. When you do that, I will tell you where to find a charger for the phone and how to reach her. Refuse, and you will never leave that house alive.”

Fear gripped him. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Stop asking questions. Just do as I say. I am watching you. I can destroy your happiness the way you destroyed mine. The moment you confess to her that you never loved her, I will know.”

Jonathan swallowed hard. “But how will I contact you when your number is hidden?”

“I will keep calling. If you want to survive, obey. Go to the room you slept in last night. There’s a box on the floor. Inside is a charger. Use it. When you’re ready to tell your bride the truth, I’ll instruct you on what to do next.”

Jonathan wanted to ask more, but the caller cut him off.
“I have answers for your questions, but only when it’s the right time.”

The line went dead.

Jonathan stood frozen in the middle of the room, the phone still pressed to his ear. His thoughts raced wildly. Who could this be? Why me?

Hours turned into a full day. He had now spent twenty long hours in that strange house. Hunger finally forced him into the kitchen. To his surprise, it was well stocked: rice, noodles, bread, fish, meat, and condiments. He fried a few eggs and ate them with bread, still unsettled.

He sat at the kitchen table, whispering to himself.
“This is not an ordinary house. It looks like a guest house, rented only to hold me hostage. Whoever is behind this thought of everything. They have the keys, they planned this carefully. I’m sure it’s a woman, and she is working with the agent who rented this house. That’s why they know everything happening here.”

Jonathan was right. The house had indeed been rented for a short stay, with false identity details and untraceable phone numbers. He was caught in a trap.

With nothing else to do, he took a shower and tried to rest. But sleep would not come. Every creak of the house, every shadow, made him restless. Even the television refused to work; it showed only a blank screen, as though deliberately disconnected.

“This person really wants to break me down,” he muttered in frustration. “When will the next call come?”

The silence stretched until at last, the phone vibrated again. Jonathan grabbed it instantly.

“Hello!” he said breathlessly.

The ghostly voice returned. “Are you ready now to make the call and tell your bride you cannot marry her?”

Jonathan hesitated. His heart pounded. His love for Amanda battled against the terror that filled him.

“Yes,” he finally whispered.

“Good,” the voice said coldly. “Now you can call your fiancée and tell her you never loved her. Tell her you left because there was someone else you loved. Do you remember her number, or should I remind you?”

Jonathan clenched his fists. “I know her number. I carry it in my head.”

“Then dial now. Don’t try to be clever. You have only one minute. The line has been programmed to last for just sixty seconds.”

His hands shook as he dialed Amanda’s number. The phone rang.

“Thank God,” he sighed, relief and fear mixing in his chest.

He waited, straining his ears for the sound of her voice, praying she would answer. The seconds felt like hours.

What would he say? Could he bring himself to shatter her heart just because of a faceless threat?

The phone continued to ring. Jonathan’s eyes burned with tears as he whispered to himself:
“Please, Amanda… pick up.”

To be continued…

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