05/03/2025
Her Wicked StepMom Made Her Belly Big So No Man Wil Marry Her But A Rich Doctor Cured & Married Her
Episode 2: The Mysterious Growth
Amina, her father Alhaji Saeed, Maimuna.
As the days passed, Amina’s condition only worsened. At first, it was subtle—just a slight bloating that made her feel uncomfortable. She thought perhaps it was some sort of sickness that would pass. But soon, her belly began to grow, much larger than what any illness could explain. She felt as though something was wrong, but no one had an answer.
Amina’s once smooth, slender frame was now becoming heavy, and the growth was unmistakable. The once graceful woman, known for her delicate features and radiant smile, now had a rounded stomach that was the talk of the entire village. Her once-favorite dresses no longer fit, and she was forced to wear loose, flowing garments that did little to hide her condition. She avoided mirrors, afraid to look at the reflection of the strange and unnerving changes in her body.
Her father, Alhaji Saeed, noticed the dramatic transformation in his daughter. At first, he dismissed it as a passing illness, something that would soon resolve itself. But as the days turned into weeks, and Amina’s belly grew larger with no sign of stopping, his concern deepened. He had always been a man of reason, but nothing in his wealth of experience could explain what was happening to his beloved daughter.
One evening, after a particularly long day, Alhaji Saeed sat by the hearth, his brows furrowed in worry. Amina, sitting quietly across from him, stared into the flames, unsure of what to say or do.
"Amina," her father said gently, his voice strained with concern. "You must tell me what is going on. Your condition is not something normal. It is not like any sickness I have seen before. Do you feel pain? Have you seen a healer?"
Amina shook her head slowly, her heart aching. "Father... I don’t know. I don’t understand it. I feel no pain, but my body is changing, and I don’t know why." She looked down at her hands, trembling slightly. "I fear... I fear no man will ever want me now."
Alhaji Saeed, though deeply troubled, did his best to reassure her. "Don’t worry, my daughter. We will find a way to cure this. Perhaps there is a healer in the next village who can help."
But Maimuna, Amina’s stepmother, who had been lurking nearby, overheard their conversation and quickly stepped in. She wore the same concerned expression that she had perfected over the years. "Alhaji," she said in a soothing voice, "perhaps this is simply a temporary illness. You know, there are many things in this world that cannot be understood. Amina is still young, and sometimes the body changes in unexpected ways. I am sure it will pass in time."
Alhaji Saeed nodded, though his eyes betrayed his growing unease. Maimuna had always been quick to downplay any situation that might draw attention to Amina. He trusted her judgment, but something about her too-perfect reassurance seemed off.
But what could he do? He wasn’t a doctor. He didn’t know how to solve this mysterious problem. He put his faith in Maimuna’s advice, hoping she was right and that Amina’s condition would indeed disappear on its own.
Meanwhile, as the days dragged on, the whispers in the village grew louder. The other women who had once envied Amina’s beauty and charm now looked at her with pity, but also with fear. They had seen her transformation—her belly swelling to an unnatural size—and no one could explain why it was happening. Some of the older women began to suggest that it was a curse. They spoke in hushed tones, exchanging fearful glances whenever Amina passed by.
Amina’s once-popular presence in the village markets and at social gatherings became a source of discomfort for everyone around her. The young men who had once admired her now avoided her, no longer making eye contact when she passed by. They turned their heads, as if afraid that the curse would fall upon them, too. No suitors came to ask for her hand, and the once-bright future she had imagined seemed to fade into a dark and distant memory.
Every time Amina ventured into the village square, she felt the weight of their judgmental eyes on her. The looks of pity, the whispers behind her back—it was too much to bear. Even her friends, who had once supported her and laughed with her, now avoided her. It was as if her very presence was a curse to everyone around her.
As the days turned into weeks, Amina’s hope began to wither. She felt like an outsider in her own village, a woman abandoned by the world she once knew. Her heart broke each time she saw a young couple walking hand-in-hand, their love bright and full of promise—something she no longer believed she would ever experience.
In the quiet solitude of her room, Amina often cried herself to sleep, wondering what had gone wrong. She thought of her late mother, who had always told her that kindness and beauty would lead to a life filled with love. CONTINUE (3)
