Miradi Justus

15/01/2026

CHAPTER FIVE – JEALOUSY HAS A VOICE

Jealousy doesn’t always shout.
Sometimes it whispers — quietly, convincingly — until it sounds like truth.
That afternoon, Lilian was quieter than usual.
Her replies came slower.
Shorter.
The warmth I had grown used to feel… distant.

I told myself not to panic.
Houston was busy.
Life happens.
But my chest didn’t listen to logic.
Finally, I asked.
“Is everything okay, Lilian?”
Several minutes passed.
Then she replied:
Lilian:
I’m fine… just tired.
That wasn’t her.
So I called.

She answered, but her voice wasn’t the soft honey I knew — it was guarded.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey,” I replied. “You sound far.”
She hesitated.
“Miradi… can I ask you something, and please don’t get angry?”
My stomach tightened.
“Ask.”
“Why does your friend keep watching my WhatsApp status?”
My blood went cold.
Kevin.
I closed my eyes.
“I told him to stay away from you.”
“He hasn’t texted,” she said carefully. “But he watches everything. It makes me uncomfortable.”
I clenched my jaw.
“I’m sorry. I’ll handle it.”
There was silence on the line.

Then she said something that cut deeper than I expected.
“I don’t want drama in my life, Miradi. I want something calm. Safe.”
Her words echoed.
Safe.

I had promised her peace — and yet chaos kept reaching her through people connected to me.
“I understand,” I said quietly. “And I won’t allow this anymore.”
After we hung up, I went straight to Kevin.
He was laughing on his phone, relaxed, and careless.
“Stop watching her status,” I said flatly.
He looked up, surprised.
“You don’t own her,” he said.
“I didn’t say I did,” I replied. “But you’re making her uncomfortable.”
He smirked.
“You’re already losing her, bro. I’m just closer.”

That’s when something snapped.
I stepped forward, my voice low.
“She chose me. Stay out of it.”
Kevin stood up too, eyes sharp now.
“Distance will kill whatever you think you have.”
Maybe he believed that.
But he was wrong about one thing.
Distance doesn’t kill love.
Weakness does.

That night, Lilian didn’t text.
For the first time since we met, I went to bed without hearing her voice.
Sleep didn’t come easily.

***

TEMPTATION

The next evening, she called.
Her voice was soft again — but cautious......
To be continued

05/01/2026

Abraham: The Man Who Walked by Faith
Abraham was an ordinary man with an extraordinary calling. One day, God spoke to him and said, “Leave your country, your people, and your father’s household, and go to the land I will show you.” There was no map, no explanation—only a promise.
Abraham obeyed.

He left everything familiar behind and stepped into the unknown, trusting the voice of God more than the comfort of certainty. Though he and his wife Sarah had no child and were advanced in age, God promised him descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky.
Years passed. The promise seemed impossible. Yet Abraham did not stop believing.
When hope looked lost, God fulfilled His word, and Isaac was born—a living testimony that God’s promises do not fail. Even when Abraham was later asked to sacrifice Isaac, he trusted God completely, believing that God would provide. And God did.

Because of his faith, Abraham was called the friend of God and the father of many nations.
Abraham’s story reminds us:
Faith is not knowing where the road will lead—
Faith is trusting the One who leads.
What God promises, He finally fulfills.
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02/01/2026

CHAPTER EIGHT

THE MASK FALLS

Kelvin stopped pretending after that night.
The careful distance he once kept vanished, replaced by boldness born from desperation. He no longer watched quietly. He made his presence known—standing where Lina could see him, appearing at places she didn’t expect, sending messages that blurred the line between warning and threat.

Lina felt trapped.
She changed her routines. She avoided being alone. She stayed close to Aron, not out of dependency, but because his presence anchored her to reality when fear threatened to pull her under.
Aron, too, felt the shift.

“Kelvin showed up near my place yesterday,” he told Lina one afternoon. “Didn’t say anything. Just stood there.”
Lina’s stomach tightened. “He wants us to notice him.”
“And that’s exactly what we won’t give him,” Aron said firmly. “We’ll document everything. Messages. Sightings. Everything.”
But Kelvin was spiraling faster than they could react.

In his mind, the world had narrowed to a single truth:
He had been wronged.
He replayed conversations with Lina, twisting her kindness into promises, her warmth into signals, her boundaries into betrayal. Each memory fed his anger, stripped him of restraint.

“She led me on,” he told himself. “And he took advantage.”
Late one night, Kelvin sent a voice note instead of a text.
Lina didn’t open it. She couldn’t.
Aron did.

Kelvin’s voice was low, unsteady.
“You think you’re the hero, Aron. But heroes fall too. I gave her peace when you didn’t. Remember that.”
Aron’s blood ran cold.
“This has gone too far,” he said. “We need help.”

The next day, Lina confided in a close friend and showed her everything—the messages, the sightings, the threats. The friend urged them to take precautions, even consider reporting Kelvin if things escalated.

That evening, Kelvin crossed the line completely.
Lina stepped out of a grocery store and froze.
Kelvin stood near the exit.
Not hiding.
Not watching from afar.
Waiting.
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
“Kelvin,” she said carefully, “this isn’t okay.”
He smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “I just wanted to talk. Face to face. Like we used to.”

“Those days are over,” Lina replied, her voice shaking but firm. “You need to leave me alone.”
Something flickered behind his eyes—hurt turning into fury.
“You replaced me,” he said. “You erased me.”
“No,” Lina said. “You crossed my boundaries.”
The words hit him like a slap.

For a second, it looked like he might lash out.
Then Aron stepped forward.
“She said enough,” Aron said. “Walk away.”
Kelvin’s gaze snapped to him. His jaw tightened, fists clenched.
“This isn’t finished,” he whispered.

He turned and disappeared into the night, leaving Lina shaking and Aron furious.
The mask was gone.
What stood in its place was a man who no longer cared about consequences.
And when masks fall, truth follows—
often violently.

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20/12/2025

CHAPTER EIGHT — THE MASK FALLS
Kelvin stopped pretending after that night.
The careful distance he once kept vanished, replaced by boldness born from desperation. He no longer watched quietly. He made his presence known—standing where Lina could see him, appearing at places she didn’t expect, sending messages that blurred the line between warning and threat.
Lina felt trapped.
She changed her routines. She avoided being alone. She stayed close to Aron, not out of dependency, but because his presence anchored her to reality when fear threatened to pull her under.
Aron, too, felt the shift.
“Kelvin showed up near my place yesterday,” he told Lina one afternoon. “Didn’t say anything. Just stood there.”
Lina’s stomach tightened. “He wants us to notice him.”
“And that’s exactly what we won’t give him,” Aron said firmly. “We’ll document everything. Messages. Sightings. Everything.”
But Kelvin was spiraling faster than they could react.
In his mind, the world had narrowed to a single truth:
He had been wronged.
He replayed conversations with Lina, twisting her kindness into promises, her warmth into signals, her boundaries into betrayal. Each memory fed his anger, stripped him of restraint.
“She led me on,” he told himself. “And he took advantage.”
Late one night, Kelvin sent a voice note instead of a text.
Lina didn’t open it. She couldn’t.
Aron did.
Kelvin’s voice was low, unsteady.
“You think you’re the hero, Aron. But heroes fall too. I gave her peace when you didn’t. Remember that.”
Aron’s blood ran cold.
“This has gone too far,” he said. “We need help.”
The next day, Lina confided in a close friend and showed her everything—the messages, the sightings, the threats. The friend urged them to take precautions, even consider reporting Kelvin if things escalated.
That evening, Kelvin crossed the line completely.
Lina stepped out of a grocery store and froze.
Kelvin stood near the exit.
Not hiding.
Not watching from afar.
Waiting.
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
“Kelvin,” she said carefully, “this isn’t okay.”
He smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “I just wanted to talk. Face to face. Like we used to.”
“Those days are over,” Lina replied, her voice shaking but firm. “You need to leave me alone.”
Something flickered behind his eyes—hurt turning into fury.
“You replaced me,” he said. “You erased me.”
“No,” Lina said. “You crossed my boundaries.”
The words hit him like a slap.
For a second, it looked like he might lash out.
Then Aron stepped forward.
“She said enough,” Aron said. “Walk away.”
Kelvin’s gaze snapped to him. His jaw tightened, fists clenched.
“This isn’t finished,” he whispered.
He turned and disappeared into the night, leaving Lina shaking and Aron furious.
The mask was gone.
What stood in its place was a man who no longer cared about consequences.
And when masks fall, truth follows—
often violently.
,.. to be continued

16/12/2025

CHAPTER SEVEN — WHEN FEAR SPEAKS

Lina didn’t tell Aron about the message immediately.

She read it over and over again, hoping it would soften, hoping she had misunderstood its meaning. But the words remained sharp, deliberate, and chilling.

If I can’t have peace, neither can he.

Kelvin had never spoken like that before.
Not even close.

The next morning, Lina barely touched her breakfast. Aron noticed instantly.

“You okay?” he asked gently.

She nodded too quickly. “Just tired.”

But fear has a way of leaking through cracks.

As they walked together later that day, Lina’s phone buzzed again. She stopped mid-step.

Another message.

Kelvin: You don’t see what he’s doing to you. But you will.

Her hands shook.

Aron saw her expression change. “Lina… what is it?”

She swallowed hard and showed him the screen.

Aron’s jaw tightened as he read the messages. “This isn’t okay.”

“I know,” she whispered. “I’m scared.”

Aron took her hand firmly. “Listen to me. Kelvin is hurting, but this… this is crossing into something else. We need to take this seriously.”

“Do you think he’d actually hurt you?” she asked.

Aron paused. Not because he was afraid—but because he didn’t want to lie.

“I think he’s not thinking clearly,” he said carefully. “And that makes him unpredictable.”

They agreed Lina would stop responding to Kelvin completely, at least for now. Aron suggested involving someone they trusted if things escalated further.

But Kelvin had already noticed the silence.

Across town, Kelvin stared at his phone, rage simmering beneath the surface. Every unanswered message fed his belief that Aron was controlling Lina, poisoning her against him.

He began watching.

Not following closely—just enough.
A café here.
A library there.
Always from a distance.

He told himself it was concern.

It wasn’t.

One evening, as Aron walked Lina home, Kelvin stood across the street, half-hidden by shadows. He watched Aron laugh softly at something Lina said. Watched her smile back.

The sight snapped something inside him.

“They’re mocking me,” he muttered. “After everything I did for her.”

He pulled out his phone and typed, hands shaking.

Kelvin: You think he can protect you?

Lina’s phone buzzed.

She froze.

Aron saw it. “Don’t open it.”

She did anyway.

Her breath caught. “Aron… he’s watching us.”

Aron scanned the street instinctively. “Where?”

“I don’t know,” she whispered. “But he knows where we are.”

Aron pulled her closer. “We’re going straight home. Together.”

As they walked quickly, Lina felt eyes on her back. Every shadow seemed alive. Every sound made her flinch.

Behind them, Kelvin lowered his phone slowly.

Fear had finally entered the space he once filled with comfort.

And fear, once unleashed, does not ask permission before it grows.
.....to be continued

13/12/2025

CHAPTER SIX — THE DISTANCE THAT HURTS

Lina felt it immediately—the shift.

The messages that once came easily from Kelvin stopped. The friendly check-ins disappeared. In their place was a heavy silence that made her uneasy. It wasn’t relief she felt… it was worry.

She had asked for space, not disappearance.

Meanwhile, Aron became more present. He called. He listened. He showed up—not perfectly, but honestly. Lina appreciated the effort, yet something inside her remained unsettled.

She knew Kelvin well enough to sense when something was wrong.

And something was very wrong.

One evening, Lina decided to reach out.

Lina: Kelvin, are you okay? We don’t have to talk much. I just want to know you’re alright.

The message remained unread.

Hours passed.

Night settled.

Her phone buzzed suddenly, making her jump.

Kelvin: I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.

The reply was cold. Unlike him.

Lina stared at the screen, unease crawling up her spine.

She replied carefully:

Lina: I never meant to hurt you. I hope you know that.

This time, the response came instantly.

Kelvin: You didn’t. He did.

Her breath caught.

Lina: Please don’t make this about Aron.

Three dots appeared… disappeared… appeared again.

Then nothing.

The silence stretched until it became unbearable.

Across town, Kelvin sat alone in his dark apartment, staring at his phone. Lina’s name glowed on the screen like a reminder of everything slipping through his fingers.

His mind twisted every word she sent.

Space meant rejection.
Care meant pity.
Love meant something stolen.

He convinced himself that Aron was controlling her—turning her against him. Every attempt at reason dissolved under the weight of his obsession.

At the same time, Aron noticed the strain on Lina.

“You’ve been quiet,” he said one afternoon as they walked together. “Is something bothering you?”

Lina hesitated. Then, “I’m worried about Kelvin.”

Aron sighed. “So am I.”

They stopped walking.

“He came to my place,” Aron continued. “He wasn’t himself. Aggressive. Angry.”

Lina’s eyes widened. “He never used to be like that.”

“People change when they feel entitled,” Aron replied softly.

Lina hugged her arms around herself. “I never wanted this.”

Aron reached for her hand. “None of this is your fault.”

She looked at him, searching his face for truth—and found it.

Still, a sense of foreboding lingered.

That night, Lina couldn’t sleep. At exactly 2:13 a.m., her phone buzzed.

A message from Kelvin.

Kelvin: If I can’t have peace, neither can he.

Her blood ran cold.

She tried calling him.

No answer.

She tried again.

Nothing.

Fear settled in her chest like a stone.

This was no longer emotional confusion.

This was danger.

And all three of them were standing at the edge of something they could no longer control.
...to be continued

12/12/2025

CHAPTER FIVE — THE LINE KELVIN CROSSES

Kelvin didn’t go home after watching Aron and Lina talk.

He walked.

Aimlessly at first… then with purpose.

Anger churned in him, thick and heavy. His thoughts shifted between jealousy and denial, guilt and desire, but one thing stayed sharp:

He wanted Lina.

Not as a friend.
Not as a listener.
Not as a comforting presence.

He wanted her in a way he didn’t know how to control.

And in his mind, Aron had stolen something that should have been his.

By the time Kelvin reached his apartment, his hands were trembling. He paced the room, replaying every moment he had shared with Lina—every late-night call, every emotional secret, every soft laugh she gave him.

“She was opening up to me,” he muttered. “I was there. I cared.”

His phone buzzed.

A message from Lina:

“Kelvin, we need some space. I think things got too tangled. I hope you understand.”

He froze.

Space?
Distance?
From him?

He laughed… but there was nothing sane in the sound.

“She chose him,” Kelvin whispered. “After everything… she chose him.”

His breathing quickened.
His chest tightened.
His thoughts spiraled.

The more he dwelled on it, the more twisted his reasoning became.

He convinced himself Aron had turned Lina against him.
He convinced himself Lina’s feelings were manipulated.
He convinced himself he was the victim.

And with that belief poisoning his mind, Kelvin made a decision:

If Aron was the obstacle, then the obstacle had to be removed.

Later that evening, Kelvin walked to Aron’s place without calling. Aron opened the door, surprised but not prepared for the intensity in Kelvin’s eyes.

“Kelvin? What’s going on?”

Kelvin stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. “We need to talk. About Lina.”

Aron exhaled. “Kelvin, not today. Everything is already—”

“You don’t deserve her.”

Aron froze.

Kelvin’s voice was too calm… the calm that comes before something breaks.

“You ignore her when she needs you,” Kelvin continued. “You leave her hanging. You walk away when things get complicated. I was there for her. I know her better than you do.”

Aron clenched his jaw. “Whatever you think you’re owed, Kelvin, you’re not. Lina’s not a prize.”

“She should be with me,” Kelvin snapped. “Not you.”

Aron stepped closer. “Lina made her choice.”

Kelvin’s expression twisted—betrayal, rage, heartbreak mixing into something dangerous.

“You stole her.”

“Kelvin, listen—”

Kelvin shoved him.

Aron stumbled back, shocked more than hurt. “Hey! Stop!”

But Kelvin’s control had snapped. He swung again—wild, desperate, emotional rather than strategic. Aron dodged, grabbed his wrists, and pushed him back.

“You need help,” Aron said firmly. “This… this isn’t you.”

For a moment, Kelvin’s face crumbled—like a broken boy inside a grown man. But it lasted only a second.

Then he tore away and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door so hard it rattled.

Aron stood in the quiet aftermath, chest tight, mind racing.

Something was very wrong with Kelvin.
And this was no longer just jealousy.

It was obsession.

And obsessives never stop…
they escalate.