https://www.facebook.com/281822695012224/

Janet Writes, Abuja (2026)

Controversial Truths || Fictional Twists || Real-Life Lessons || African Folktales || Raw gripping stories others are afraid to tell || My pen stays ready ✍️

Please subscribe to our YouTube channel:

https://www.youtube.com/

19/06/2026

ATTENTION, MY LOVELIES!
Good evening,the countdown has officially begun...
A brand-new story is coming your way soon, filled with captivating drama, powerful emotions, shocking twists, and moments that will keep you glued to every chapter

Stay tuned and get ready for an unforgettable ride.
Janet Writes
MY PEN STAYS READY ✍️

19/06/2026

"Vincent, I will never forgive you for turning my sister against me! You are an evil man!" Martins' voice thundered through the living room as he pointed an accusing finger at Vincent.
His chest rose and fell heavily with anger.

But Vincent remained calm.
He didn't argue.
He didn't defend himself

Instead, he slowly turned toward me.
The softness in his eyes instantly melted the tension inside my heart.
"My love," he said gently, extending his hand toward me, "would you mind spending the night at my house? I think it's safer there."

I looked at him for a few seconds before nodding. "Okay, dear."
Without wasting another moment, I headed upstairs. My hands trembled slightly as I packed a few clothes into a small travel bag.

A few minutes later, Vincent and I left together. That night was one of the most peaceful nights I had enjoyed in a very long time.
No shouting.
No manipulation.
No pressure. No fear. Just peace.
The kind of peace that wraps around your heart like a warm blanket. For the first time in years, I slept with a smile on my face.

One month later, Every single day, Vincent brought up the same topic.
Marriage.
Bride price.
Wedding.
Future.
Children.
One afternoon, he pulled me into his arms and smiled. "My love, I think it's time."
I looked at him curiously. "Time for what?"

"It's time to officially pay your bride price and make you my wife." he said confidently

The moment those words left his mouth, I screamed excitedly and jumped into his arms.
"Oh my God! Really?" I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.
"Of course!" he laughed. "I'll call my uncles in the village immediately!" I said excitedly.

"What about Martins? I think we need his blessings as well," Vincent said

Immediately, my face hardened. "Please don't mention him. I don't want anything to do with Martins ever again."
The pain in my voice was obvious.

Vincent sighed softly and took both of my hands into his.
His voice was calm as he spoke to me.
"My love... no matter how bad things became, Martins is still my best friend. Allow me to speak with him man to man."

A FEW DAYS LATER...
I had just returned from my antenatal appointment. The moment I drove into the compound, my heart skipped.

Martins' car was parked outside Vincent's house.
Instantly, panic rushed through my body.
"What is he doing here?" I quickly stepped out of the car and hurried inside.

The moment I entered the living room, I saw Vincent and Martins standing together.
Before I could react, Martins walked toward me and pulled me into a tight hug.

My body immediately became stiff. Every part of me wanted to pull away.

"Bernice... my dear sister." His voice cracked. "I am so sorry for being selfish."
When I looked up, I noticed tears gathering in his eyes. "I am sorry," he said again.

He lowered his head. "Vincent spoke to me. He made me see things differently."
Tears rolled down his cheeks. "Please forgive me."

For several seconds, I couldn't speak.
Years of pain.
Years of hurt.
Years of disappointment.
Everything came flooding back. "I will never forgive you!" I shouted. My voice echoed through the room. "You hurt me too much!"

Immediately, Vincent stepped forward. "Bernice."
His voice was calm, gentle, and firm.
"No, my love." He shook his head.

"That is not how love works."
"That is not how healing works."
He looked directly into my eyes.
"Don't throw your family away."
"Sit down. Talk. Let your hearts heal."

Then Vincent quietly excused himself and went upstairs.

For the next two hours, Martins and I talked. Really talked.
For the first time in over twelve years.
No fear.
No pretending.
No hiding.
I poured out every hurt.
Every disappointment. Every wound.
And Martins listened.

By the end of the conversation, both of us were crying.
"Bernice," he whispered. "You are my only sister, and I love you.
"As compensation for everything I've put you through, I am transferring fifty percent of my company shares to you."

My eyes widened. "What? Fifty percent?"
I screamed so loudly that even Vincent heard me upstairs.
I jumped into Martins' arms. We hugged each other tightly.
For the first time in years... We felt like brother and sister again. Years of pain finally melting away.

At that exact moment, Vincent came downstairs. A huge smile spread across his face.
"Now this... is what I love to see."
He walked toward the bar cabinet.
"I think this reunion deserves a celebration."

A few moments later, Vincent opened a bottle of champagne. The loud pop echoed across the room.
Three glasses were raised.
Laughter filled the house.

Then Martins suddenly stood. He walked over to me.
Then took my hand. Next, he took Vincent's hand.
Slowly, he joined them together. Emotion filled his eyes.
"From the bottom of my heart..." he said, smiling. "I fully support this relationship, and I cannot wait to welcome my niece or nephew."
"I plan to spoil that child with so much money."

Everyone burst into laughter.
Vincent immediately pulled me closer. Then leaned near my ear and whispered something playful.
My cheeks instantly turned red. I laughed loudly.

Martins folded his arms dramatically. "Hello! Romeo and Juliet! Can somebody remember that I am still here?"
We all laughed again.
And happiness flowed freely throughout the house.

THREE MONTHS LATER...
The village was alive with celebration.
Drummers filled the air with music.
Women danced.
Children ran around excitedly.
Family members arrived from different parts of the country.
It was my traditional wedding day.

Dressed in beautiful traditional attire, I sat beside Vincent as family members performed the marriage rites.

The ceremony was beautiful. The food was plentiful. The laughter was endless.
And surprisingly...
Martins was the happiest person there.
He danced. And danced. And danced.

At some point, people actually joked that he looked happier than the groom himself.

THE NEXT DAY...
My husband and I boarded a flight to the Maldives for our honeymoon.
As we settled into our luxurious suite overlooking the ocean from the balcony, I couldn't stop smiling.

The view was breathtaking.
But Vincent was all I could focus on.
Slowly, I knelt before him.
Tears filled my eyes.
"Thank you."
He looked surprised.
"For what?"
"For loving me wholeheartedly," I replied.

Vincent immediately pulled me up and wrapped his arms around me.
"My love."
"My jewel."
"My precious diamond."
He gently brushed my hair behind my ear.
"I love you so much."
"And I will continue loving you."
"I will stand by you through good times and bad times."
"I will spend every day making sure you never regret choosing me."

Then he placed a gentle kiss on my baby bump.
His eyes softened.
"I can't wait to meet our child."

My heart completely melted.
I couldn't stop blushing.
Tears of happiness gathered in my eyes.
Every sweet word from him felt like warm honey flowing directly into my soul.

Then curiosity got the better of me.
"Vincent, why are you so romantic?" I asked him. "How do you know exactly what to say to make me happy?"

Vincent laughed softly.
"Because I grew up watching my father love my mother."
"I watched him treat her like a queen."
"I watched him respect her."
"I watched him cherish her."
"I watched them choose each other every single day, that love shaped me and taught me what love should look like."

Vincent gently kissed my forehead.
"Bernice Peterson, thank you for allowing me to be your husband."

I rested my head against his shoulder as the sun slowly disappeared beneath the ocean.
"Vincent... thank you for choosing me as your wife."

Slowly, he pulled me into his arms.
We held each other closely as the golden sunset reflected across the ocean.
A beautiful beginning.
A beautiful future.
A beautiful love story.

Vincent reached for two glasses on the bedside table and poured wine into them.
He handed one to me.
Then raised his glass.
"To a new beginning."

I laughed happily and raised mine too.
"To a new beginning!"
And together, we toasted to forever.

LIGHT FADES OUT
A JANET WRITES STORY
Janet Writes
THE END

18/06/2026

By the time I got home, I was completely shattered.
My eyes were swollen from crying. My makeup was ruined.
I pushed the front door open and stepped into the living room.

Martins and Vincent were sitting together, holding game controllers and playing a football match on the PS5.
The sound of laughter filled the room.

"Good evening, Vincent," I said quietly.
The moment Vincent saw my face, concern immediately flashed across his eyes.
I didn't even bother greeting my brother.

The moment Martins saw me, a smile spread across his face.
"How is Derrick?"
His eyes sparkled with excitement.
"I hope everything is fine."
"At least we can finally start preparing for the wedding now that you're carrying Derrick's child."
He rubbed his hands together happily.
"I can't wait to become an in-law to the biggest contractor in Nigeria."

As he spoke, I stared at him.
For the first time in my life, I wasn't looking at my brother.
I was looking at a stranger.
A man blinded by greed.
A man who had traded my happiness for business opportunities.
A man who claimed to love me while slowly destroying my life.

A bitter smile appeared on my face.
"Martins..." I called, my voice trembling with pain and disappointment.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I looked directly into my brother's eyes.
"My dear brother, thank you so much for ruining my life."

"What are you talking about?" he asked.
"Derrick has been a married man with children for over ten years, and he never intended to marry me," I replied.
The room went silent.
Completely silent.

Martins slowly stood up. The words hit him like a speeding truck.
For several seconds, Martins simply stared at me.

Then, instead of apologizing, his expression changed.
And what came out of his mouth broke something inside me forever.

"You were not smart enough, Bernice!" my brother snapped angrily.
His face was twisted with frustration as he paced around the room.
"Are you a baby? Why would you get pregnant for a married man? Do you realize what you've done?"

I stared at him in disbelief.
Even Vincent looked shocked.
Martins continued. The desperation in his voice was terrifying.

Then Martins pointed at me.
"Get rid of that thing in your womb and continue dating him until the contract is signed."

For a moment, I genuinely wondered if I was dreaming.
Because no loving brother could possibly say those words.

"Well, I will do no such thing," I replied firmly, despite the fear and pain swirling inside me.
"Because this pregnancy actually belongs to Vincent, and I am very sure the real father of my child would never support such an act."

The room instantly fell silent.
Vincent's eyes widened, unable to process what he had just heard.
Then his expression softened into something warm and tender.
A loving smile slowly appeared on his face as he looked at me.

Without hesitation, he walked toward me.
My heart pounded against my chest as he gently held my hands.
"Bernice, my love," he said softly, his voice filled with emotion. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, Vincent," I answered confidently.
"And if you're still having doubts, I'm willing to do a DNA test at any hospital of your choice once the baby is born."

A mixture of relief and happiness flashed across his face.
"Then why did you refuse to tell me?" he asked gently, squeezing my hand.

"I was scared," I admitted quietly.
"I was afraid of making my elder brother even angrier."

Vincent stepped closer and lifted my chin with his fingers, forcing me to look at his handsome and charming face.
"Bernice," he said softly, "love is trust. Love is believing in the person you care about."
"That's why I'm choosing to trust you now. I believe you're telling me the truth."

"Oh, wonderful!" Martins clapped sarcastically.
"So this is what we're doing now?"
His voice echoed through the living room.
"I'm standing right here, and both of you are busy playing Romeo and Juliet in my house?"

Before I could react, Martins stormed toward me and gave me a hot slap across my face.
The force of the slap sent me stumbling backward.
In an instant, Vincent shoved my brother away from me.
"Martins! Have you lost your mind? Why would you slap her? Can't you see she's carrying my child?" Vincent roared.
His eyes burned with anger.

Martins pointed at me furiously.
"You will date Derrick whether you like it or not!"

Vincent's eyes burned with fierce passion as he faced my elder brother, Martins.
"If Bernice is willing to marry me, I will marry her. And not even you can stop me."
"I am madly in love with her. The fire of love I have for Bernice burns so hot in my heart that it consumes me every single day."

The room became charged with tension.
"Keep quiet, Vincent!" Martins yelled as he tried to pull me away from Vincent.
"You don't love my sister. You're only deceiving her."
Vincent's face hardened.
"I don't love her?"
"Yet I stayed by her side, loving her with all my heart, while you passed her around to every member of the board of trustees just so you could grab the largest share in the company!"

Then Vincent said something that made Martins freeze.
"You keep accusing me of destroying your sister's life."
"But you're the one who has been destroying her life all along."
"Watch your mouth," Martins said.
"No."

Vincent pointed directly at him.
"You offered her to powerful men whenever it benefited your business."
"I have watched you hurt Bernice for too long. You offered this innocent girl to a 65-year-old politician when she was only fifteen, forcefully taking her womanhood."
"How wicked can an elder brother be?"

Martins quickly turned his face away, trying not to look at Vincent.
"She begged you to stop," Vincent continued, his voice rising again.
"What did you do?"
"You kept using her as collateral every single time you wanted something."
"Martins, you are a very wicked and heartless man!"

"You want to destroy your own sister's life because of greed."
"Yet here you are...you've gotten your own wife-to-be pregnant, and you're preparing to pay her bride price and start your happy family,
while you keep Bernice trapped in this bo***ge of yours!"

I felt my heart shatter.
Hot tears streamed down my cheeks.
My legs felt weak.
I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold myself together.

"Brother Martins...Is this true?"
I took one shaky step toward him, tears blurring my vision.
My whole body trembled.

"You are about to get married, and yet you still want to control me? After everything you've done?"
Martins didn't answer.
He just stood there, frozen, his eyes fixed on the ground, his shoulders slumped like a man caught in his own darkness.

Then I wiped my tears away.
"No more."
Martins looked up.
"What?"
"You can't do this, Bernice. I need this contract badly," he said desperately.

"No more controlling me."
"No more selling my future."
"No more sacrificing my happiness for your greed."

I pointed toward my brother with anger and determination.
"If you want contracts so badly..."
"Take your own wife-to-be and send her to warm Derrick's bed."

EPISODES 13 & 14 : SWEET SIN
TO BE CONTINUED… STAY TUNED
To be automatically notified when the next episode drops, follow Janet Writes
© Janet Writes
My pen stays ready ✍️

17/06/2026

"Bernice, for the last time..."
Vincent's voice cracked with frustration and pain.
"Who is the father of the baby you're carrying?"

He sat on the edge of the sofa, leaning forward slightly. His eyes searched mine desperately, looking for answers I wasn't ready to give.

I looked away immediately.
"Vincent, I think it's too early to start asking questions like that," I replied nervously. "The baby isn't even fully formed yet. It's still just a fetus, and you're already pressuring me."

"Bernice, why are you doing this to me?" he asked quietly. "I need to know. I deserve to know so I can understand how to move forward."

Guilt wrapped around me. My hands trembled slightly as I clutched my arms tighter.
"Honestly... I can't tell who the father of this child is," I lied, the words rushing out anxiously.

Vincent stared at me in disbelief.
He let out a bitter, disbelieving laugh that echoed coldly through the room.
"Only the mother of a child knows who the father is, Bernice," he said, pain evident in his voice.
The disappointment in his voice pierced straight through my heart.

I couldn't bear it anymore. Without saying another word, I stood up, walked into the guest room, packed my belongings into a small travel bag, and left his house without looking back.
Deep down, I knew the truth.
I knew exactly who was responsible for my pregnancy.

LATER THAT EVENING...
My stomach churned with anxiety as I pulled out my phone with trembling fingers and quickly called Derrick, arranging to meet him immediately.
A few minutes later, we agreed on a place to meet.

When I arrived at Derrick's house later that night, he welcomed me with his usual charming smile.
"Bernice, my love," he murmured warmly against my ear, his voice smooth and deep with affection. "How are you doing? I've missed you so much."

He moved back a little and smiled playfully as his eyes traveled down my body.
"Hmmm... and I've missed this honey pot of yours," he said in a deep, flirty voice as he gently squeezed my hip.

I immediately stiffened and gently pushed him back, creating a space between us.
"Derrick, that's actually not why I'm here," I said softly.
His smile faded slightly.
"Oh?"

I took a deep breath.
"Derrick, I came because I need to discuss something important with you."
The seriousness in my tone immediately caught his attention.
He slowly sat down.
"What is it?"

My hands trembled, My throat suddenly felt dry.
Then I forced the words out.
"Derrick... I'm seven weeks pregnant."
"And the pregnancy is yours."

For a second, Derrick simply stared at me.
The reaction I received was not what I expected.
Derrick burst into laughter.
Loud laughter.
The kind of laughter that instantly made my skin crawl.

"What's funny?" I demanded, confusion washing over me. My smile vanished instantly as I stared at him.
He continued laughing.

My heart suddenly began beating faster.
I stretched out my hand and handed him the test results.
"You can confirm everything yourself."

He glanced briefly at the paper before looking back at me.
Then another laugh escaped his lips.
"You mean this pregnancy is mine?"
"Yes," I replied.

Derrick pulled out his phone and turned the screen toward me.
My blood ran cold as I saw a clear photo of Vincent and me in an intimate moment at that luxurious hotel in Dubai.

My hands instantly began shaking.
My throat went dry.
Derrick gave me a cold, menacing look as he stepped closer.
"Bernice, do you honestly think I'm stupid? You think I don't know how comfortably you were sleeping with both Vincent and me?
"How cheap of a pros-ti-tute can you be? Well done, Bernice... the footballer playing both home and away."

My mouth fell open.
I couldn't speak.
I couldn't breathe.
The room suddenly felt smaller.
His voice grew colder.
"And now you're standing here trying to convince me that this child belongs to me?"

Tears immediately filled my eyes.
"Derrick..."
He raised a hand, cutting me off.
"No, Bernice. Keep quiet. I am not done talking."

His expression hardened.
"I knew from the onset that you never loved me. That's why I decided to eat my own part of the cake since it was a national cake," he said mockingly.
"Since you were playing games, I decided to play mine too."

My entire body trembled.
"What do you mean?" I whispered.
A dark smile appeared on his face.
"You played a game of deceit, and I won."

The words struck me like a slap.
Tears welled up instantly in my eyes, spilling hotly down my cheeks.
His next words shattered what little hope I had left.
"You think I was ever going to marry you?
I guess neither you nor your greedy brother investigated me properly."

His face showed no remorse whatsoever as he delivered the final blow.
"I've been married for eleven years, Bernice."

The words hit me like a physical punch.
I clutched the edge of a nearby table for support, my entire body shaking.
The words echoed inside my head.
Married Eleven years!!
Married Eleven years!!

"No... That's impossible," I whispered.
"How do you see a forty-three-year-old man and automatically assume he's single?"

Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks.
My entire body felt numb.
"So what happens now?" I asked weakly.
Derrick stood up.
Straightened his shirt.

His expression turned even colder.
"Take that pregnancy to whoever you've been sleeping with."
The cruelty in his voice shocked me.
"Derrick, you're a wicked and heartless man," I cried.

For a second, his eyes darkened.
Then he laughed again.
"And what about your brother, Martins? That greedy and selfish man who was willing to trade his own sister's happiness for business opportunities?" he said confidently.

Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks.
I couldn't even defend Martins

Because a part of me knew there was truth hidden inside Derrick's cruel words.
Finally, he pointed toward the door.

"Now leave my house before I call security."

For several seconds, I stood there frozen.
Broken.
Humiliated.
Destroyed.

My legs felt weak as I picked up my handbag.
The tears wouldn't stop falling.

Everything I thought I knew had collapsed.
The engagement.
The contract.
The future.
All lies.

As I walked out of Derrick's house, one terrifying realization settled into my heart.

The only person who had truly loved me from the beginning...

Was the man I had just walked away from.
Vincent.

And suddenly, I wasn't sure if he would ever forgive me.

EPISODES 11 & 12 : SWEET SIN
TO BE CONTINUED… STAY TUNED
To be automatically notified when the next episode drops, follow Janet Writes
© Janet Writes
My pen stays ready ✍️

15/06/2026

The moment my brother stormed out of the hotel, he jumped into his car and sped away into the night.
My entire body was shaking. "Vincent!" I screamed as I dropped to my knees beside him.
Blood trickled down the side of his face. His eyes were closed.

For one terrifying second, I thought he was dead. "No... no... no... please wake up," I cried, gently tapping his face.

My hands trembled uncontrollably as I rushed out of the room and alerted the hotel management.
Within minutes, several staff members joined me.
Together, we carefully carried Vincent downstairs and rushed him into my car.

As I drove toward our private hospital, my hands clung tightly to the steering wheel.

Tears blurred my vision. "Please don't die." I kept repeating the words over and over again.
"Please don't leave me."

The journey felt like the longest drive of my life.
By the time we arrived at the hospital, the medical team rushed Vincent into the emergency unit.

HOURS LATER....
I stood inside the hospital reception area, pacing back and forth like a restless child.

My hair was messy. My eyes were swollen. My heart refused to calm down.
Every time the emergency room doors opened, I would immediately turn around, hoping for news.

Finally, the doctor appeared. I rushed toward him immediately.
"Doctor, how is he?" I asked anxiously.
The doctor offered a reassuring smile.
"Thank God, Bernice. Vincent only sustained a few head injuries. There is no serious damage."

Relief crashed over me instantly.
It felt as though a mountain had been lifted from my shoulders.

Fresh tears filled my eyes.
"Thank you, Doctor. Can I see him?" I asked immediately.
The doctor shook his head.
"Not tonight." "We gave him medication and sedatives to help him rest and reduce the risk of complications." "He will remain under observation overnight." "You can see him tomorrow."

I nodded slowly. At least he was alive. That was all that mattered.

The moment I left the hospital, anger replaced fear.
I drove straight to the police station and reported Martins, and he was arrested.

Martins had crossed a line.
And for the first time in my life, I chose Vincent over my brother.

The next day, when I arrived at the station, he was already sitting behind the bars of a holding cell.

The moment he saw me, he exploded.
"Bernice!"
His voice thundered through the station.
"How dare you have me arrested? I am your elder brother!"

I stared at him through the iron bars. My eyes filled with tears. But my voice remained firm.

"I will only release you when Vincent walks out of that hospital alive."
"If anything happens to him, prepare to spend the rest of your life behind bars."

I turned around and walked away.
The moment I stepped outside the station, I broke down completely.
Tears streamed down my face.

Because despite everything...
This was still Martins.
The same man who raised me. The same man who sacrificed so much for me.
The same man who stepped into the role of both father and mother after we lost our parents.

But this time, Martins had gone too far. He had tried to destroy the man I loved. And I could not forgive that.

Two days later, Vincent was discharged from the hospital.
I practically became his personal nurse.
I made sure he took his medication.
Prepared his meals.
Helped him move around whenever he felt dizzy.

Meanwhile, Derrick, my fiancé, continued calling. Again and again.
But I always found an excuse not to see him.

"I'm busy." "I'll call you later." "Something came up."
The truth was simple. I no longer wanted to hear his voice.

A week later, Vincent had recovered well.
One evening, while we sat together in his living room, he suddenly looked around.

"Bernice," he said softly, "where's Martins? I haven't seen him?"
"He's been in a police cell for the past week," I replied nonchalantly.

Vincent's eyes widened.
"What?"
"I had him arrested after what he did to you."

For a few seconds, Vincent simply stared at me.
Then he slowly stood up.
"Get your bag, Bernice. We're going to the police station."

His voice remained calm but firm.
"Martins is still my best friend."
He shook his head sadly.
"I can't sleep peacefully knowing he's locked up because of me."

That same evening, Vincent personally arranged Martins' bail and secured his release.

Unfortunately, peace never followed.
For the next two weeks, Martins showed up repeatedly at Vincent's house.
Every visit ended the same way.
Shouting. Arguments. Threats.

"Bernice, you must marry Derrick!" Martins would yell.
His face red with frustration. His voice loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear.

Vincent would remain calm.
"Martins, I love your sister. I am financially stable. I can take care of her."
"The only reason you're forcing her toward Derrick is because of your own greed," Vincent fired back at my elder brother.

"Over my dead body will I watch you marry my sister!" Martins roared.
Then he stormed back into his car and drove away.

The moment Martins left, Vincent turned toward me and said softly,
"Bernice, don't argue with your brother or disrespect him. Give him time.
Eventually, he'll have no choice but to accept reality.
Right now, he's acting out of hurt and disappointment, but with time, he'll come to understand that some things cannot be changed."

A few weeks later, I started feeling sick.
At first, it was headaches.
Then came the fever. Then the nausea

One morning, I barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up.

Without wasting time, Vincent drove me to a clinic.
Several tests were conducted.
Then we waited. And waited.

Finally, the doctor returned holding a file.
My heart pounded violently.
The doctor looked at me, then smiled.
"Congratulations."

The next words changed everything.
"You're seven weeks pregnant."

My hands began to tremble. My breathing became uneven.
A thousand thoughts attacked my mind at once.
Pregnant?
How?

Tears immediately filled my eyes.
"Oh my God..."
My voice broke.

Everything suddenly felt complicated.
What was I going to do?
What would Martins say?
What would Derrick do? How was I supposed to explain this?

The wedding. The lies. The secrets. Everything.

"Oh my God... What have I done?" I whispered.

Meanwhile, Vincent looked happier than I had ever seen him.
He practically grabbed the test results from my hands.
His face lit up with excitement.
Hope. Joy. Pride.

The smile on his face made my heart ache.
Because I knew a storm was coming.

Later that evening, after we arrived home, Vincent sat beside me quietly.
For several moments, he simply stared at the test results.

Then he looked at me. His expression became serious.
"Bernice," he said. His voice was soft.
Careful. Respectful.

Then he looked directly into my eyes.
The look in his eyes made my heart pound violently.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at me and spoke gently.
"Bernice, please, I need you to be completely sincere with me.
I don't mean to disrespect you as a woman, nor am I trying to judge or remind you of the choices you've made."

Then he squeezed my hands gently and continued speaking.
"I'm only asking because of the love, trust, and affection we share."

He paused briefly, his eyes searching mine for honesty before continuing.
And then he asked the question I had been praying would never come.

"Please tell me the truth. Between Derrick and me, who is the father of the baby you're carrying?"

EPISODES 9 & 10 : SWEET SIN
TO BE CONTINUED… STAY TUNED
To be automatically notified when the next episode drops, follow Janet Writes
© Janet Writes
My pen stays ready ✍️

Address

Abuja

Website

facebook.com

Alerts

Be the first to know and let us send you an email when Janet Writes posts news and promotions. Your email address will not be used for any other purpose, and you can unsubscribe at any time.

Janet Writes

19/06/2026

19/06/2026

18/06/2026

17/06/2026

15/06/2026

Address

Website

Alerts

Shortcuts

Share

Category