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15/07/2025

Angry Wife Teaches Stubborn Side Chick A Bitter Lesson... Part 1

It was the sound of the front door slamming that made Tara's heart race. She had spent the day cleaning, cooking, and preparing for the evening. But now, as she stood in the kitchen, she could hear her husband's voice in the hallway, calm and reassuring—yet there was something wrong. His tone, too smooth, too practiced. Tara's instincts screamed at her that something was off.
She stepped closer to the door and caught a glimpse of the situation unfolding before her. There, standing right in front of her husband, was the woman she dreaded—the one who had been texting, calling, and making herself too comfortable in their lives.
Clara. The side chick.
Tara took a deep breath, her grip tightening around the knife in her hand. For years, she'd put up with her husband's lies, with his promises of change, but this time, she would not tolerate it anymore. Tonight, she would show Clara exactly what it meant to cross the line with a wife who had nothing left to lose.
Tara had always known, deep down, that Ben wasn’t the man she thought he was. The late nights, the secretive phone calls, and the unexplained absences all pointed to one undeniable truth: her husband was a cheat. But it wasn’t just the betrayal that hurt her—it was the constant reminder of it. Clara. The side chick who kept showing up uninvited, acting as if her presence was welcome, even in the home Tara had built with Ben.
It was as if Clara had become some kind of shadow that loomed over their family. A woman who saw no boundaries, no respect for what Tara and Ben once shared. Every time Ben let her into their lives, Tara’s heart shattered a little more. The kids noticed the tension. They weren’t blind. And though Tara tried to shield them from the truth, they felt the coldness, the cracks in the foundation of their once happy home.
Tara had tried to be the bigger person for so long, swallowing the pain and anger, burying it deep inside, thinking she could be strong for the kids. But the toll it was taking on them—her children, her family—was too much to bear. She could see the questions in their eyes, the confusion, the hurt. How could their dad be so careless with their happiness? How could their mom continue to put on a brave face while being torn apart?
One day, feeling completely drained and betrayed, Tara had had enough. She picked up the phone and dialed the number she knew by heart but had never called before. Clara picked up, her voice laced with a smug tone that Tara could almost.... Continue the story on the comment section

12/07/2025

MY HUSBAND LEFT ME FOR MY BEST FRIEND - But I Took The One Thing They Needed Most...

“How long has this been going on? Jordan, that’s my best friend for goodness’ sake, and you did this to me!”Agatha pressed, her voice trembling as she stepped forward, the weight of betrayal nearly breaking her.
Jordan sighed deeply, the first crack of vulnerability showing in his eyes. “I didn’t mean for it to happen this way. But along the line, I felt something I never felt with you… I’m sorry you found out this way.”
“I trusted you, Jordan. Joy, you never told me you liked him. And even if you did, you knew he was married,”Agatha said, her voice shaking with the full weight of her words.
Joy crossed her arms, a smug smile curling her lips. “Yeah, he’s married. But I’m having his baby.”
The words hit Agatha like a slap across the face. The truth she hadn’t been able to deny, the one thing that had kept her going—the dream of having a family with Jordan—was now gone. She had been married for two years, and yet there were no children, no baby on the way. And now, here was Joy, pregnant with the very life Agatha had longed for.
“Congratulations,” Agatha said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. The words left her lips before she could even stop them, the bitterness in her heart spilling out.
Jordan stood silently for a moment, processing the harsh reality of the situation. “That’s enough,” he said, his voice flat. “I’ll just go in there, pick up my things, and send you the divorce papers to sign.”
With that, he turned, his back to Agatha as he walked toward their bedroom. The sound of the door opening felt final—like the last nail in the coffin of their relationship. He began to pack his things, his movements mechanical, as if he were preparing to leave a life that had never truly been his.
Agatha remained frozen, the tears still falling as she stood in the doorway. The woman who had given him everything—her love, her trust, her future—was now nothing more than a stranger. The man she had once loved, the man she thought would be her partner for life, had become someone she couldn’t recognize.
The door to their bedroom closed softly, and Agatha’s heart shattered even further.
Three days had passed since Jordan and Joy's betrayal, and Agatha was still reeling from the shock. Each morning she woke up, the heaviness of it all seemed unbearable. Her heart, once filled with love for the man she had trusted, now ached with a deep, soul-crushing pain. She spent hours staring at the walls of their once-shared home, each room now feeling like a hollow reminder of everything she had lost.
She could barely bring herself to face the day, but time marched on, and so did the weight of the reality that had come crashing into her life.
On the third day, there was a knock at the door.
A delivery carrier stood at her doorstep, handing over a brown envelope with the words Divorce Papers stamped across the front. It felt like the final blow—a formal, legal declaration of the end. The document that marked the death of her marriage.
With trembling hands, Agatha took the papers inside and locked herself in the bedroom. The loneliness of the moment was overwhelming, the silence louder than any words. She fell to her knees, her tears coming in waves, soaking her face and her clothes as she cried bitterly. It was as though the tears could wash away the pain, but they only seemed to make it worse, amplifying the hollow ache deep within her chest.
Her whole life had been built on love, on trust, on a belief that her marriage to Jordan meant something—meant everything. But now, all of that was reduced to these cold, sterile papers.
How could they do this to me? Agatha wondered, her mind reeling with the injustice of it all. How could they destroy everything we built?
As her sobs slowly subsided, she wiped her tears and stared at the papers in front of her. The signature line taunted her, demanding that she accept the truth. With every ounce of strength she could muster, Agatha picked up the pen. She hesitated for only a second—just enough to let the finality of it sink in—but then she signed the papers.
Her life, her dreams, her love, all turned into ink on paper.
The moment the pen left the page, it felt like she had signed away a part of herself, a part that she would never get back. But it was done. The decision had been made.
With the divorce papers signed, Agatha stood up, wiped the last of the tears from her eyes, and... Continue the story on the comment section...

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10/07/2025

MOTHER STOLE FROM A BILLIONAIRE TO FEED HER SICK CHILD... Part 1
“I knew you are just an unfaithful wife!” Jeremiah screamed, his voice thick with anger, cutting through the morning air like a blade. His eyes were wild, and his finger pointed at her with a kind of accusation that froze Mira in place.
Mira’s heart raced, a cold sweat prickling her skin as she tried to understand what was happening.
What would you do if you woke up one morning with a strange man lying next to you in your own bed, and your husband standing there, taking pictures as "proof"? This was Mira’s nightmare.
It had started as a simple, tiring did you do to it then send it to morning. Mira had spent the whole week juggling household chores and taking care of their toddler, Liam. The constant demands of motherhood, along with the weight of a marriage that was unraveling, had worn her thin. She could barely keep her eyes open as she tucked Liam into his crib after his usual afternoon nap.
Exhausted beyond measure, Mira lay down beside her son, hoping for just a moment’s rest. But sleep came quickly, overwhelming her, as it always did when she was this drained. Her body gave in to the exhaustion, and she had no idea when she had fallen asleep.
What she didn’t know was that the worst was yet to come.
The room was still dim when Mira awoke, her head fuzzy and her thoughts sluggish. As her eyes adjusted to the surroundings, a sudden chill ran down her spine. Something wasn’t right. The usual sounds of her quiet home—the creak of the floorboards, the soft hum of the refrigerator—were absent. The silence was unsettling.
Then, her eyes snapped wide open as she realized she wasn’t alone.
A man was lying next to her, his arm draped across her waist. His unfamiliar presence sent a surge of panic through Mira’s veins. She shot up from the bed, her pulse thudding in her ears. Her mind was in overdrive, trying to process what she was seeing.
How? Why? Who was this man?
Before she could speak, her eyes locked onto the most chilling sight: Jeremiah, standing at the foot of the bed, his phone raised in the air as he snapped photos. His expression was one of pure rage.
“Mira!” he spat, his voice laced with venom. “How could you betray me like this? How could you let him in our home?”
Mira’s world tilted, and her mind raced, struggling to make sense of the situation. “What are you talking about? I don’t know him!” she gasped, her voice shaking as she pointed to the stranger lying motionless beside her.
But Jeremiah wasn’t listening. His anger grew, his hands trembling with fury as he shoved the phone in her face. “I woke up and found you like this. How could you sleep with him in my bed, under my roof?” He continued to snap picture after picture, each click of the camera like a knife twisting deeper into her gut.
Mira stood there in shock, her body frozen as her world shattered. She couldn’t comprehend how this had happened. She had spent the entire week taking care of their son, cleaning, cooking, making sure everything was in place. She had done everything she thought she was supposed to, only for her husband to accuse her of something so unimaginable.
But it wasn’t just the accusation that broke her. It was the way he was looking... Continue the story on the comment section

10/07/2025

My Husband Left Me For My Best Friend - But I Took The One Thing They Needed Most... Part 3

to protect their relationship. But now, it seemed like the truth had been a shield, guarding her from the reality of what he had become.
The thought of confronting him made her sick to her stomach. She wanted answers, yes, but more than that, she wanted her life back. She wanted the life she had built before this betrayal, the one that had seemed like it had a future. But now, she wasn’t sure if that future was with Jordan or without him.
But what if there was something more to this? What if it wasn’t just the affair? What if there was something darker, something more sinister behind the veil of lies?
Her mind raced, torn between confronting him immediately or waiting for the right moment. The hurt was consuming her, but so was the curiosity, the need to understand why. Why had he done this? Why her best friend?
The office was tense as Jordan and Joy sat across from each other, the weight of the situation settling heavily between them. The file—the one Agatha was never supposed to see—had been sent to her by mistake. It was a mistake, they told themselves, but neither of them had the slightest shred of fear or remorse. There was no guilt, not a flicker of concern for what they had done.
“She must have seen it.” Joy’s voice was cool, almost indifferent as she glanced at Jordan, waiting for his confirmation.
Jordan nodded, unfazed. “We’ll deal with it. She’ll either delete the video, or we’ll figure something else out.”
Just last week, Agatha had taken the monumental step of asking the president of The Smith Corporation to make Jordan the manager. It had been her plan all along, to give him a position of power within the company. She had believed in him, trusted him—enough to hand over the keys to her future. But Jordan never mentioned his new promotion, never expressed gratitude for her faith in him. Agatha hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but now, in light of everything, she realized just how foolish she'd been.
Later that evening, as Agatha watched from the living room, Jordan returned home with Joy by his side. As soon as Agatha saw them, a wave of cold, bitter grief crashed over her. She could barely keep herself together. Tears sprang from her eyes before she could even stop them. She had never felt so betrayed, so utterly defeated.
Jordan walked in, his face masked with the same cold indifference he had shown at the office. “I know you must have seen the file. Please, you can’t blackmail us with that. We are here to plead with you to delete the video. I’ll file for our divorce.”
A laugh, sharp and bitter, escaped Agatha’s lips, cutting through the tension in the room. She looked up at Jordan, then quickly cast her gaze downward again, her emotions a storm that she couldn’t contain.
“Agatha, I met Jordan before you. And you took him from me,” Joy’s voice was biting, accusatory. “Please, don’t act like you didn’t know.”
Agatha’s face contorted in disbelief. “Not even a sorry for how you both betrayed me?” she shouted, her voice raw with hurt. It was a cry that felt like it came from deep within her soul, the devastation threatening to tear her apart.
“I’m not sorry for taking my man back,” Joy shot back, her tone filled with venom. She didn’t care—nothing would make her feel remorse for what she had done. Jordan, for his part, remained silent, standing awkwardly by the door, unsure of what to say. His eyes flicked from Agatha to Joy, but there was no apology, no trace of shame in his demeanor.

05/07/2025

My Husband Left Me For My Best Friend - But I Took The One Thing They Needed Most...

The words burned through her, and for a moment, Agatha was frozen in place. How could she even look at him? How could she face the man who had torn apart everything they had built together? And worse—how could she face Joy? The person she had trusted more than anyone else in her life.
The weight of it all felt unbearable. Her heart ached, and her mind raced. She didn’t know what to do next. Confront Jordan? Confront Joy? Or was it too late to salvage any part of what was left?
One thing was certain: Agatha would never be the same again.
Agatha had always carried the weight of her family's legacy. As an only child, she had inherited everything from her late parents, Mr. and Mrs. Smith—her parents who had passed away far too early, leaving her alone with more wealth than most could dream of. The Smith family was known for its business acumen and powerful influence, and the company that bore their name, The Smith Corporation, was now hers to manage.
But even though it was a massive empire, she had always kept this knowledge to herself. She never mentioned it to Jordan or Joy. They had no idea that the thriving company they worked for, the very office where they had forged a bond that had turned into betrayal, was part of Agatha’s inheritance. In the eyes of the world, she was just a woman trying to make her way, trying to find normalcy in the chaos of her life.
And for years, she kept it that way—unwilling to reveal the truth of her wealth. But now, in the face of this monumental betrayal, it felt like a hollow victory. All the plans she had made for the future, the dreams she had built around a life with Jordan, suddenly seemed ridiculous, naive. Her thoughts of handing over the company to him, of placing her trust and her future in his hands, seemed laughable now.
"What was I thinking?" Agatha wondered, the bitterness of her self-reflection settling in her chest like an iron weight. "How could I have ever thought this man, this liar, could carry such a legacy?"
Jordan had swept into her life so effortlessly. He had been her high school sweetheart, the boy who promised to love her forever, the man who was going to build a life alongside her. They had shared dreams, whispered secrets, and promised one another a future. Agatha had believed every word, thinking they were indestructible, bound by love and loyalty. They had grown together, or so she thought.
But now, everything that had once felt so solid, so real, seemed like a fragile façade built on lies. The betrayal cut deeper when she remembered the many moments she had spent convincing herself that it was okay to hide who she truly was. Agatha had felt guilty for not sharing the truth with Jordan. But now, with the weight of his deception pressing down on her, it was as if everything had been done for a reason—maybe for the best, as painful as it was.
“I hid it for a reason,” Agatha whispered, wiping the tears from her face. She had always told herself it was to protect him.... Continue the story on the comment section

24/06/2025

MY HUSBAND LEFT ME FOR MY BEST FRIEND.... Part 1

“This can’t be happening,” Agatha said, her voice cracking as she stared at her phone. Tears fell freely from her eyes, each one burning with the weight of betrayal.
It all started with a simple mistake—at least, that’s what they had told her. Her husband, Jordan, had been sharing a file with her best friend, Joy. It seemed harmless enough. They both worked at the same company, after all. There was nothing unusual about it, or so she thought.
They said it was an office file, something related to a project they were working on together. She didn’t think twice when the file arrived in her phone. It was just another routine exchange, one of many. Agatha had been so busy with the housework, the daily chores, and trying to keep the peace in her home, that she didn’t have time to go through her phone and check the message properly.
But now, as she sat down to watch a movie, a notification pinged on her phone, and she absentmindedly opened it.
It wasn’t a movie.
It was a video.
A video of Jordan and Joy—her very best friend—together. A video she wasn’t supposed to see, yet fate had somehow pushed it into her hands. They were in a compromising position, their bodies entangled in a way that no one should ever witness.
The shock of it hit her like a punch to the gut. She felt as though the ground beneath her had opened up, and she was falling into a pit of darkness that had no end. How long had this been going on? How many times had she walked around the house, thinking everything was normal, while this betrayal was unfolding right under her nose?
Funny enough, this file had been sent two weeks ago, and she had never thought to check it. She had been so caught up in the whirlwind of daily life—housework, errands, taking care of things around the house—that the small detail of her phone's notification had slipped her mind.
Now it was too late.
Her heart raced, and a cold chill ran down her spine. She had trusted Jordan—trusted him with everything. She had opened herself to him completely. And now this—her best friend, the woman she had known for a decade, someone she had shared everything with, was the one who had stabbed her in the back.
The image of them together, the way Joy had been caressing him, the way they had laughed as if there was no care in the world, replayed in her mind over and over. It felt like she was suffocating, unable to breathe as her body numbed from the shock.
“Where did it all go wrong?” Agatha whispered, her voice barely audible as she stared at the screen. She searched her mind for the moment, the one small crack in her perfect world that could have started this. She thought back to the late nights Jordan had been working, how Joy had always been there for her, a friend offering comfort and advice whenever Agatha needed it. But now? Now, everything felt like a lie.
What was even more painful than the betrayal itself was the realization that she hadn’t seen it coming. Jordan had always been the perfect husband, and Joy, her confidante, had always been there. How could she have missed the signs?
But then, as her thoughts swirled in confusion and hurt, her phone buzzed again.
A text from Jordan.
“I need to talk to you.” .... Continue the story on the comment section

18/06/2025

A MILLIONAIRE PAID A HOMELESS GIRL TO HAVE HIS CHILD... Part 1

Sebastian had it all: wealth, power, and a life many could only dream of. But there was one thing missing—He had no wife, no children, and didn’t believe in love. Rosie, on the other hand, had nothing: no family, no home, and no hope, until one unexpected deal changed everything for her. It was supposed to be simple—no emotions, no attachments, just a baby. But what happens when feelings begin to develop? When a man who never believed in love starts feeling something he can’t quite explain? Will he resist it, or will he allow love to take control? Join us as we explore this captivating story of power, sacrifice, and a deal that could alter everything.

Sebastian Rodgers sat by the pool, his thoughts far from the deals he had just wrapped up. The founder and CEO of a thriving fintech empire, he had built his fortune from the ground up, conquering industries and amassing wealth and power that few could rival. To the world, he was a force to be reckoned with, a man feared and respected. But as he looked out into the still waters, a nagging thought gnawed at him—what would happen when he was gone? His vast empire, his life's work, would be consumed by the very relatives who had always seen him as nothing more than a stepping stone. There was no heir, no one to carry on his name or his legacy. Marriage? It had never been a priority. Love was a distraction, a weakness that tore down even the strongest men. He had seen it firsthand, how great men crumbled under its weight, and he had vowed never to fall into that trap. His fear of failure was greater than anything else, but now, sitting there, the cold reality settled in. He needed an heir—a way to ensure his empire wouldn't slip through his fingers when he was gone. And in that moment, an idea formed in his mind, an idea that would irrevocably alter the course of his life.

Rosie Simeon, just 20, had already faced more hardship than most could endure in a lifetime. Life had stripped her of both parents, leaving her the only survivor in a world that felt unforgiving. Hoping for a fresh start, she moved to Lagos, lured by the promise of a job from her uncle. But instead of refuge, she was met with betrayal. Her uncle, the one person she had trusted, tried to take advantage of her innocence. Desperate and heartbroken, she fled, left with nothing but her determination to survive. The streets of Lagos became her... Continue the story on the comment section

14/06/2025

SHE BETRAYED ME WITH MY BROTHER… So I CRASHED THEIR WEDDING WITH THE FEDS

I remember standing there... just outside the church.

The music had started.

People were already seated.

And inside, my brother... was waiting to marry the woman I thought I’d spend my life with.

My hands were shaking.

But not from fear.

From rage.

See... I had nothing left to lose.

They’d already taken everything.

My home.

My business.

My future.

And now... they were walking down the aisle to dance on the grave of what used to be my life.

So I walked in.

Straight down the center aisle.

Past the gasps... the whispers... the stares.

I looked my brother in the eye.

Then I turned to her.

She was dressed in white, like a queen about to ascend her throne.

And I smiled.

That kind of smile you give when the final piece of a long, brutal chess game finally clicks into place.

“You forgot one thing,” I said, loud enough for everyone to hear.

They froze.

“You forgot... I always finish what I start.”

And then... I handed him the small black envelope.

“Enjoy the honeymoon,” I whispered.

I turned around... and walked out.

But the silence behind me?

That said everything.

Now... I know what you’re thinking.

What the hell happened?

Why would my own brother marry my fiancée?

Why did I lose everything?

And what the hell was in that envelope?

Well... to understand all that...

You have to go back.

Back to where it all began.

Before the betrayal.

Before the fall.

Before I learned what family really means.

And trust me...

It gets worse before it gets better.

Way worse.

It started like all tragedies do...

With everything going right.

I had just turned 30.

My business was finally taking off.

I ran a boutique renovation company—nothing fancy, but we had loyal clients, steady referrals, and a crew that felt like family.

I was engaged to the kind of woman you plan your whole future around.

Her name was Nadia.

She was smart.

Gorgeous.

The kind of presence that could light up a room without even trying.

We met at a charity event—funny enough, hosted by my younger brother, Marcus.

He was the “golden boy” of the family.

The one who never failed.

The one who got the praise, even when he didn’t deserve it.

But I didn’t mind back then.

I thought we were different.

I worked hard.

He worked crowds.

He was charm.

I was grit.

Nadia and I had been together for three years when I proposed.

She said yes with tears in her eyes.

Everything felt solid.

Real.

I was building a house for us—literally.

It was supposed to be our dream home.

Custom everything.

Her design input was everywhere—from the tiles to the walk-in closet she made me stretch the budget for.

And that? That was fine.

Because I thought we were building a life.

But here's the thing about building.

You can’t always see the cracks right away.

Sometimes... you don’t even know you’re living inside a structure that’s already collapsing... until the day the whole damn thing comes down on top of you.

The first crack?

It was small.

Barely even noticeable.

Marcus started showing up more often.

At first, it made sense—he said he wanted to invest in real estate.

Asked questions about the renovation business.

Wanted to “learn.”

I was flattered, honestly.

He was the high-flyer—finance, PR, the whole deal.

For him to take interest in my little company?

It felt like respect.

And Nadia?

She encouraged it.

She said it was good for us to have more family involved.

Said Marcus had “great instincts.”

Said he was “such a people person.”

I didn’t think anything of it...

Not yet.

But looking back?

That was the first move on a chessboard I didn’t even realize I was standing on.

Because what came next...

Was the slow, surgical dismantling of everything I loved.

It started with a client.

A simple kitchen remodel in the suburbs.

The kind of job we’d done a dozen times before.

Only this time... something felt off.

The client—Mrs. Greene—called me directly.

She was upset.

Said my crew had walked off the job halfway through the week.

Said she hadn’t seen anyone in days.

Now, that didn’t make sense.

We ran a tight schedule.

My foreman, Luis, was meticulous.

So I drove down to the site myself.

And what I found?

Nothing.

No crew.

No tools.

No materials.

It looked abandoned.

So I called Luis.

Straight to voicemail.

I called the supplier.

He told me the last two invoices—both for that site—had been canceled.

Canceled.

By someone named... Marcus.

I felt the air punch out of my lungs.

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12/06/2025

She MOCKED his SHYNESS-Until his Big M@NHooD Made her Scream his Name Every Night!! Part 1

It was supposed to be their fourth anniversary, a date they marked every year with excitement and love. But this time, everything changed. Two weeks before they were meant to celebrate, the air between them felt colder than it had ever been. Michael stood before Susan, his face devoid of any warmth, and with a voice that lacked any remorse, he said, "I don’t think this is working anymore. I’m done." Those words, simple yet heavy, fell between them like a lifeless stone. No explanation. No closure. Just finality. The man she had shared so many years with, who she thought would walk beside her forever, had now walked away without a second glance.

Susan could barely breathe. She stood frozen, watching him turn and walk away as if the years they shared were nothing but.... Continue the story on the comment section

11/06/2025

She fed a Poor Crippled Beggar Every Day, Until He Said I'm a Billionaire Part 1

This is the story of a poor girl named Isioma and a crippled beggar everyone laughed at. Isioma was just 18, yet still in Jss 3—a towering figure among classmates much younger than her. Her presence stood out in every classroom photograph, not because she sought attention, but because life had delayed her steps. Despite the whispers, the teasing, and the constant bullying about her age and size, she remained brilliant, the kind of girl who answered questions others were too scared to raise their hands for. Teachers admired her intellect, but students mocked what they didn’t understand. Behind her calm eyes was a mind that never stopped working, even when her body was drained.

Every afternoon, as the final bell rang and other students scattered toward homes and snacks, Isioma’s day was only beginning. She hurried to the roadside market, arms loaded with palm fruit assigned to her by her stepmother. There was no rest, no pause. She had to sell every last one before returning, or dinner would be a privilege denied. Hunger had taught her discipline, but not bitterness. Even with sweat clinging to her brow and her legs trembling from exhaustion, she greeted customers politely, held no grudges, and kept her spirit intact. She didn't complain—she endured, because in her heart, she knew life had more for her than the corners she was being pushed into.

Isioma had a quiet way of helping others, offering little services here and there—fetching water for the old, helping women carry goods from the market, watching over a neighbor’s stall without ever asking for a coin. She never demanded payment, only smiled and went her way, content with the small thank-yous or occasional tips. One day, her neighbor, Mama Tunde, pulled her aside and said sharply, “You keep doing things for free, but that’s not how the world works. You need to start collecting money, Isioma.” The girl simply looked down and replied gently, “But life isn’t always about money, ma. Sometimes, the peace you get from doing good is worth more than anything they can put in your hand.” At first, Mama Tunde scoffed at her words, shaking her head at what she thought was naivety. But over time, watching how Isioma’s kindness drew people in—how her genuine heart earned her more than money ever could—Mama Tunde began to see that maybe, just maybe, the poor girl understood something the rest of them had forgotten.
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