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STORY TITLE: MARRIED BUT SINGLE

CHAPTER ONE

Henry was getting dressed in front of the mirror, preparing to go out. There was an unusual silence in the room. His wife, Timi, sat on the bed, scrolling through her phone but kept glancing at him. Finally, she spoke up. Mosunmola Grace Oyelere

"Where are you heading?" she asked curiously.

"Why do you always ask me that? It's like you don't want me to go out," Henry replied, not looking at her.

"Shouldn't I know where you're going, being your wife?" Timi said with a hint of frustration.

Henry gave a faint smile. "Alright, I'm going to see Jidenna," he said, brushing his hair.

"Jidenna? Didn't you just see him yesterday? Am I supposed to be alone all day? It’s always something like this— it's either Jidenna, Jude, or Giwa," Timi said, crossing her arms in annoyance.

"Come on, don't make this difficult. I came home after 8pm last night and we've been together since then," Henry said, finally looking at her. Mosun Grace

"Together since then? It’s only 7am now, and you’re already off to see someone you saw just yesterday," Timi pointed out.

"Are you saying I shouldn’t have friends?" Henry asked.

"Fine, go. Say hi to Jidenna for me," Timi said, lying back on the bed and turning away from him.

Henry walked over, gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, and then left.

****†***
Henry and Timi had been married for five months, but it felt like they were still strangers. Henry was always out with his friends, staying out late and sometimes even spending the night at their places instead of coming home to his wife. He loved her deeply, but breaking away from his old habits was harder than he had imagined. He missed the freedom of his single days and struggled to find a balance between his old life and his new one.

Timi felt a deep loneliness and neglect. She yearned for Henry’s attention and companionship, but it seemed like he was always more interested in hanging out with his friends than being with her. Every day, as he left for his social life, she felt a growing emptiness in their home and in her heart. The affection and connection she craved from him seemed to slip away, leaving her feeling isolated and forgotten.

Whenever Timi tried to talk to Henry about how she felt, he either brushed her off or got angry. It was like he couldn't see how deeply his actions were hurting her. Grace... Each conversation left her feeling more lonely, as if her pain was invisible to him. She struggled to make him understand the ache in her heart, but her words fell on deaf ears.

***********

As Timi lay on the bed, lost in her thoughts after Henry had left, her twin sister, Toni, called.

Toni immediately noticed the sadness in Timi's voice and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Timi sighed and replied, "I miss home."

Toni was surprised and laughed, thinking Timi was just joking. She didn't realize that Timi was being completely honest. Timi had moved from Ibadan, where she lived with her parents and Toni, to Abuja after her marriage. Now, she knew no one in the city of Abuja except Henry. She worked from home as a social media manager and Henry also worked from home as a personal editor. Timi felt isolated and missed the familiar comfort of her old life.

Toni's voice cracked through the phone. "So, would you like to come back to Ibadan and let me take your place in Abuja? I’m really tired of being here," she said playfully.

Timi’s voice was soft but firm. “Toni, I’m not joking. I’m really lonely here.”

Toni’s laughter was light but soothing. “Timi, it’s normal to feel that way. You will get used to it. Just enjoy your time with your husband while you can. Once you start having kids, everything will change anyway.” Grace...

Timi sighed deeply, feeling a bit of frustration. “You don’t get it, Toni. It’s not just about getting used to it. I feel so out of place here.”

“I’m sorry, sis. I didn’t mean to downplay your feelings. It must be tough adjusting to a new city and being away from everyone you know," Toni said softly.

“I just thought things would be easier,” Timi admitted. “I miss the familiarity of home, and it’s harder without friends or family around.”

Toni nodded, even though Timi couldn’t see her. “I get it. Moving to a new place is always challenging. But remember, it’s a new chapter. Maybe try exploring the city or joining some local groups? It might help you feel more connected.”

Timi considered her sister’s advice but felt unsure. “I will think about it."

As they talked, Timi carefully avoided mentioning that Henry wasn’t spending much time with her. She knew Toni and Henry got along well and respected each other, and she didn’t want Toni to think badly of him. Grace...

“How is Henry, though? Is he there with you?" Toni asked.

Timi rolled her eyes. "No, he stepped out," she replied.

"He has never been home anytime I call you, even in the night. Has he stopped working from home?" Toni asked curiously.

"No, he still works from home. Well, I would say it has always been a coincidence that you call whenever he is not at home," Timi tried to defend Henry.

"Hmmm. If you say so.," Toni said slowly.

Timi was relieved that Toni wasn’t pressing for details. They talked about a few other things before ending the call. As they ended the call, Timi felt a little better, even though Toni couldn’t fully understand the whole situation.

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It was 8:30pm, and Henry was still at Jidenna's house. They were deep into a video game when Henry's phone rang but he didn’t take his eyes off the screen. Grace...

“Hey, you’ve got a call,” Jidenna said, still focused on his game.

“I know,” Henry replied. “I will call the person back later.”

The phone rang again, and then a third time before Henry finally checked who was calling. His eyes widened when he saw it was his wife. Glancing at his watch, he realized how late it was. He quickly started gathering his things.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Jidenna asked, noticing Henry’s sudden rush.

“That’s my wife calling,” Henry said, sounding worried. “I didn’t realize how late it was.”

“Then answer the call or at least let her know you’re on your way,” Jidenna suggested.

Just as Henry reached for his phone, it rang once more. He answered it.

“Baby, hi,” he said quickly.

“Henry, where are you?” Timi’s voice sounded tense. “You didn’t call to let me know you would be home late.” Grace...

“I’m really sorry, baby,” Henry replied. “I lost track of time. I’m on my way home now.”

“You lost track of time today again? When will you stop losing track of time?” Timi asked, sounding upset. “Just make sure you get here soon.”

“I will. I promise,” Henry assured her. “See you soon.”

He ended the call and turned to Jidenna. “I have to go. Thanks for tonight.”
Henry and Jidenna shook hands and Henry dashed out of the house.

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Mosunmola Grace Oyelere

STORY TITLE: UNEXPECTED REALITY

CHAPTER TEN

The next morning, Imole's driver, Biodun, showed up for work as usual. He waited nervously by the gate, knowing he had a lot to explain. When Richard arrived, Biodun hurried over to him.

"Good morning, sir," Biodun said, trying to sound cheerful. "I wanted to explain about yesterday."

Richard didn't look pleased. "There's no need to explain, Biodun. You're fired."

"Ah! Please, sir, I beg you," Biodun pleaded. "I didn't know what else to do. Madam was very upset. I was afraid she might harm herself if I stopped her."

Richard's expression remained serious. "You should have found a way to reach out to me, Biodun. My wife drove off, leaving our son alone in the house. And you left the gate unlocked. Anything could have happened."

Biodun was filled with regret. "I'm very sorry, sir. I didn't think. I was just worried about Madam. She even slapped me and I didn't know what to do. Please, give me another chance sir. It will not happen again. I have a family to feed. Please sir."

Richard shook his head. "I can't trust you with my family's safety. Pick up your bag and leave immediately."

Biodun bowed his head, realizing his mistakes had cost him his job. He slowly walked away, feeling pa!ned. He wished he could turn back time and do better.

Meanwhile, Imole sat alone on the bed, staring at Charles as he slept peacefully. Her eyes were tired and swollen from crying. She hadn't said a word to Richard since the previous night. She was sad and emotionally drained.

Her mind kept replaying the images of her last conversations with her mother and sister, Bisi. She remembered how Bisi had begged her to let them stay and how her mother had tried to console her, only to be turned away. The guilt and regret filled her heart, making it hard to breathe.

"What have I done? How did things get so bad?" she whispered to herself. She felt trapped in a puzzle of her own making, unable to find a way out. Her insecurities and fears had driven a huge gap between her and Richard, and now it seemed like there was no way to bridge the gap.

Charles stirred in his sleep, and Imole gently stroked his tiny hand. "I'm sorry, my sweet boy," she said softly, her voice breaking. "I'm so sorry for everything."

As tears fell silently down her cheeks, she felt lost and overwhelmed, unsure of how to start mending the broken pieces of her life.

*********
After work, Richard met up with Femi at a lounge. The atmosphere was relaxed, with soft music playing in the background. Richard looked sad, and Femi noticed it right away.

"How are things with you and Imole?" Femi asked, sipping his drink.

Richard sighed heavily. "Not good, Femi. She hasn't even spoken to me since last night."

Femi raised an eyebrow. "Do you think she's remorseful?"

Richard shook his head. "I don't care anymore. I'm just exhausted. I want her to go. I can't keep doing this."

Femi leaned forward. "Richard, are you sure that's what you want? Marriage is hard, but you two have been through so much together."

Richard rubbed his forehead. "I know, Femi, but it's just... every day feels like a battle. I'm tired of fighting. I've tried so much for her and she can't deny it. I need peace."

Femi nodded thoughtfully. "Maybe a break could help. Some time apart to think things through. What do you think?"

Richard shrugged. "No. I just want her out of my life. I'm done with all the drama and the constant arguments."

Femi sighed. "I understand. Just make sure you're not making a decision in anger. You need to be sure this is what you really want, especially now that you have son together"

Richard looked away, lost in thought. " All I know is that I can't keep living like this. Something has to change. My son will be fine."

Femi patted Richard on the back. "Whatever you decide, man. Just think it through."

Richard nodded, taking a deep breath. "When will the divorce papers be ready?"

Femi looked at him seriously. "They will be ready next week. Are you sure this is what you want, Richard?"

Richard rubbed his forehead again. "Yes, Femi. I want peace. Only divorce can give me peace."

Femi sighed. "Hmmmm, but, divorce is a big step."

Richard nodded slowly. "I know, but I can't see another way. I've tried everything."

Femi leaned back in his chair. "Alright."

Richard looked down at his drink, feeling relieved but sad. "Thanks for helping me with this, Femi."

Femi gave him a supportive smile. "That's what friends are for. Just take care of yourself, okay?"

Richard nodded again, feeling grateful for Femi's support but also overwhelmed by the reality of his decision. They sat quietly for a moment, before leaving to their various houses.

When Richard got home that night, he found Imole in the living room breastfeeding Charles. She looked unkempt, her hair was rough, and her eyes staring blankly into thin air. Richard didn’t say a word to her and went straight to the bedroom.

As he undressed, he couldn’t help but wonder why Imole hadn’t spoken since the previous night. Normally, she would have confronted him or made a scene, but now she was silent.

“Why hasn't she said anything? Why isn’t she acting cra.zy?” Richard thought to himself in confusion.

He finished changing and sat on the edge of the bed, lost in his thoughts. The silence in the house was too deafening, almost suffocating. He glanced at the door, half expecting Imole to storm in, but she didn’t. Instead, the silence went on, leaving Richard to question what was really going on in Imole's mind.

********

The next morning, after Richard had gone to work, Rukayat came to check on Imole before heading to her store. Without saying a word, they hugged tightly. Imole felt comforted. When they released the hug, Imole noticed an engagement ring on Rukayat's finger. She gave Rukayat a questioning look.

Rukayat nodded and smiled softly. "I couldn't tell you earlier. I met a new guy five months ago, and he proposed two days back. I didn't want to burden you with it while you are going through so much."

Imole's eyes were filled with tears, but she managed a smile. She hugged Rukayat tightly again. "I'm so happy for you, Rukayat," she whispered, though a part of her felt deeply sad for her own situation.

"What's his name?" Imole asked.

"Yusuf," Rukayat replied.

"That's cute. Congratulations bestie. I'm sure you will make a great wife," Imole smile faintly.

"Thank you," Rukayat said, holding Imole close. "But I want you to know I'm here for you, always."

Imole nodded. She was genuinely happy for her friend but couldn't help feeling the crash of her own marriage pressing down on her.

Rukayat went to see Charles in his crib. Charles smiled at her sight, his tiny hands reaching out. Rukayat gently picked him up, saying sweet words to him as he gurgled happily.

After a few moments, she carefully placed Charles back in his crib. Turning to Imole, she asked softly, "How are things with you and Richard?"

Imole sighed, her eyes reflected the troubles within her. "Things are not fine, Rukayat. We've barely spoken since the argument. I don't know what to do."

Rukayat sat down beside her, taking her hand. "You need to talk to him, Imole. Avoiding it won't make things better."

Imole nodded, but her expression remained troubled. "I just don't know where to start. Rukayat, I can't stop thinking about my mom and Bisi. I feel so guilty. If I hadn't sent them away, they would still be alive."

Rukayat squeezed her hand gently. "Imole, you can't keep blaming yourself. It was an accident, and you couldn't have known what would happen."

Imole shook her head, tears flowed down her face. "But I made them leave. It's my fault. I can’t get their last moments out of my mind. I just can't."

Rukayat hugged her gently. "You need to forgive yourself, Imole. Holding on to this guilt won't help anyone, especially not Charles. You need to be strong for him."

Rukayat gently wiped Imole's tears and helped her clean the house a bit before going to her store.

***********

The following week, on a Tuesday afternoon, Richard came home early. He quietly walked to the bedroom and saw Imole sleeping with Charles lying beside her. Not wanting to disturb them, he went to the living room and unbuttoned his shirt, deep in thought.

He had the divorce papers with him. Richard believed Imole wouldn't agree to sign them and that she would likely cause a fight, but he was ready for whatever came.

Moments later, Charles's cry broke into his thoughts. Richard rushed to check on him and found Imole already awake, cradling their son. His heart began to beat faster as he entered the room. Imole glanced at him briefly before looking away.

Richard took a deep breath. "Imole, we need to talk."

Imole didn't respond, her eyes was still fixed on Charles.

"I have something to tell you," Richard continued.

Imole finally looked up at him with a gentle expression. "What is it?" she asked quietly.

Richard held up the divorce papers. "I think it's time we both move on. I've brought the papers for you to sign."

Without saying a word, Imole collected the divorce papers, picked a pen from her handbag, and signed without even reading them.

Richard wasn't expecting that. He cleared his throat and asked, "Don't you want to read them first?"

Imole shook her head. "There's no need to read them. It's just divorce papers, prepared by your lawyer. What's there to be read?"

Richard sighed quietly. He looked at her, trying to gauge her emotions. Her face was just swollen but calm.

"It's done," Imole said quietly, as she handed the paper back to him.

Richard felt so relieved but sad. He took the papers, went over to kiss his son and left the room. Imole watched him go, her expression was still calm. She had been expecting the papers since she saw the message from Femi, knowing their marriage had reached a breaking point. As much as it hurt, she was prepared for this moment.

*********
Later that evening, Richard met up with Femi at their favourite lounge. He handed Femi the signed divorce papers.

"She signed them without even reading," Richard said, taking a sip of his drink. "I didn't expect it to be this easy."

Femi looked at him curiously. "Are you bothered by that? Do you want her back?"

Richard paused, staring into his cup. "No," he said slowly, shaking his head. "No, I don't. It's just... I didn't think it would end like this. So calmly, without a fight."

Femi nodded thoughtfully. "Sometimes, things end quietly, without the drama. It doesn't mean it hurts any less, though."

Richard sighed. "Yeah, I suppose. I guess I just have to move on now."

"You did what you had to do," Femi said. "Sometimes, letting go is the best thing for both people involved."

Richard nodded, still feeling overwhelmed by the decision he had made. "Thanks for your help, man. I appreciate it."

"Anytime," Femi replied, tapping Richard on the shoulder. "Take care of yourself, alright?"

Richard nodded again, feeling relieved but still sad as he left the lounge. The papers were signed, the decision was made, but the emotional aftermath was just the beginning.

To be continued...

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21/07/2024

STORY TITLE: UNEXPECTED REALITY

CHAPTER FIVE

Imole visited Rukayat's shop the following day. Imole broke into t£ars as she sighted her friend. Rukayat quickly ushered her to a quiet corner and handed her a tissue.

"Imole, what happened?" Rukayat asked gently, already guessing the answer.

Imole wiped her eyes and looked up at Rukayat. "Richard hasn't spoken to me since the incident at his office. He barely looks at me, Rukayat. I think I've really m£ssed up this time."

Rukayat sighed, wrapping an arm around her friend. "Imole, you know Richard loves you. He’s just hurt right now. Give him some time to cool off."

Imole shook her head and fresh t£ars began falling. "Do you think I’m doing too much?" Her voice trembled.

Rukayat looked at her friend thoughtfully. "Imole, I understand your f£ars, but yes, your actions lately have been a bit extreme. You need to work on trusting your husband more."

Imole buri£d her face in her hands. "I don’t know how to stop feeling this way. I just don’t want to lose him."

"You won’t lose him," Rukayat said firmly. "You have to change how you handle these situations."

Rukayat paused, then added, "But don’t pressure him with too many apologies. It might irritat£ him more. Instead, keep doing his favourite things. Make his favorite meals, wear the clothes, shoes, and hairstyles he loves on you. That could help soften his heart."

Imole nodded, wiping her eyes. "You’re right. I will do that. Thank you for always being there for me."

Rukayat smiled warmly. "That's what friends are for."

Imole hugged her tightly. "I really appreciate your advice."

Imole left Rukayat’s shop feeling a bit better. As she arrived at her salon, she quickly set to work, but she couldn't concentrate. Her mind kept drifting back to Richard and the scene at his office. She eventually decided to go home earlier than usual.

At home, Imole got busy in the kitchen, preparing Richard’s favorite meal: beans and fried plantains. She wanted everything to be perfect. She also put on the red dress that Richard loved, hoping it would help soften his heart.

When Richard walked through the door, he was greeted by the delicious aroma of his favourite food and the sight of Imole in the dress he adored. Imole greeted him with a hopeful smile, but he only managed a brief nod in response.

Imole set the table, and they began eating in silence. Each was lost in their own thoughts. Suddenly, Imole's face turned pale, and she rushed to the bathroom with her hands over her mouth. Richard watched her go, his frustration and anger became replaced with concern. About a minute later, he stood up and went to check on her.

He found Imole vomlting. He quickly grabbed a small towel, wet it with cool water, and gently handed it over to her. "Are you okay?" He asked.

Imole wiped her mouth and leaned back against the wall, looking exhausted. "I don't know what happened. I just felt so slck all of a sudden."

Richard reached out to help her stand. "Come on, let's get you to the bedroom."

As he held her, he noticed she felt unusually warm. "You’re burning up. We need to go to the hospital."

Imole hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, I think we should go."

Richard quickly grabbed her a jacket and helped her put it on. "I will get the car keys. Just hang in there."

They headed to the car, and Richard drove them to the hospital. Imole rested her head against the window, feeling both anxious and relieved that Richard was there with her.

At the hospital, Imole was led to an examination room. After a short wait, the doctor asked Imole a few questions.

"How long have you been feeling slck?" the doctor asked, taking notes.

"I have been feeling strange since afternoon but I started vomlting while we were having dinner," Imole replied, still looking pale.

The doctor checked her temperature and blo.od pressure, frowning slightly. "Your blo.od pressure is quite high. Given that you’re pregnant, we need to run some tests to be safe."

Richard squeezed Imole's hand gently. "You’re in good hands now. Everything will be fine."

After some tests and a thorough examination, the doctor returned with the results. "Mrs Oluwole, you have gestational hypert£nsion. It means your blo.od pressure is high because of the pregnancy. It's important to monitor it closely because it can affect both you and the baby."

Imole opened her eyes wide.

"What do we need to do, doctor?" Richard asked impatiently.

The doctor smiled kindly. "First, we will prescribe some medication to help control her blo.od pressure. You will need to rest as much as possible and avoid stress. Also, regular check-ups will be necessary to ensure everything is going well."

Richard nodded with a serious expression. "Thank you, doctor. We will make sure to follow all your instructions."

As they drove home, Richard kept glancing at Imole, who was still looking pale. Back home, Richard made sure Imole was settled in bed with her medication and a glass of water. As he watched her fall asleep, he took a deep breath.

The following morning, Imole woke up feeling a bit better. She looked over at Richard, who was already awake, and smiled. "Thank you for everything yesterday, my love. I really appreciate it."

Richard frowned. "This isn't about yesterday. It's about you not trusting me and always causing a scene. Your stress is probably a major cause of this gestational hypert£nsion."

Imole's smile faded. "Baby, I’m really sorry. I know I’ve been difficult, but—"

"Save your apologies," Richard interrupted. "You’re always sorry, but nothing ever changes. Nothing."

Imole started sobbing. "I promise I will try to do better. I will not keep making the same mistakes."

"Again, save your tears and the promises. I have heard those promises a million times. You need to understand that your actions have consequences. Your constant suspicion and unnecessary stress are not good for you, me, or our baby," Richard said.

Imole nodded. "I understand. I will work on it. I just don’t want to lose you."

Richard was a bit calm. "You keep saying this, Imole. I have been very open to you. I have nothing to hide. There's no other woman elsewhere. If I had a sister, you would have probably b£aten her up, all in the name of not wanting a woman around me. Imole, this has to stop. You need to trust me and focus on staying healthy for yourself and the baby."

Imole took a deep breath and nodded again. "I will do my best," she said quietly.

Richard gave her a long look, then nodded. "Alright. For now, just rest and take care of yourself."

Imole managed a small smile. "Thank you. I love you."

"I love you too, honey," Richard said quietly. "But love alone isn’t enough. We need trust and understanding as well."

Imole nodded, absorbing his words.

"So, I will be on my way to work soon," Richard continued. "If you need anything, do not hesitate to call me. Oh, and I will be supervising a site with Obinna. So, I will go to his house after work."

Imole forced a smile. "Alright. I will call if I need anything. Be safe."

Richard nodded. "You take care too. Remember, no stress."

Imole watched as he gathered his things and headed out the door. She took a deep breath, promising herself that she would work on her trust issues and focus on keeping herself and the baby healthy.

After a long day at work, Richard and Obinna finally arrived at Obinna's house. They settled into the comfortable living room, glad to relax after a day of supervising the construction site. Obinna poured some chilled fruit juice for both of them.

"Man, today was exhausting," Richard said, taking a sip of his juice and leaning back in his chair.

"You’re telling me," Obinna replied with a chuckle. "But we got a lot done. The site is really coming together."

Richard nodded, smiling. "Yeah, it’s looking good. Thanks for taking it up with me"

"No problem," Obinna said. "Always happy to work with you."

They sat in silence for a few moments, enjoying the coolness of the juice and the quietness of the evening.

"So, how's everything at home?" Obinna asked, breaking the silence.

Richard sighed. "It’s been rough. Imole has been really stressed, and it’s affecting her health."

Obinna looked concerned. "That’s serious. But why stress? You should get her a maid or two by now."

"Maid? For who?" Richard chuckled. "You really don't know Imole. We've been back and forth over this maid thing before now. She doesn't want anyone else with us in the house."

"Why not?" Obinna asked, dropping his glass of juice on the table.

"She feels a female househelp will s£duce me or a male househelp will st£al luxury items from the house," Richard explained.

"She’s probably just scar£d and doesn’t know how to deal with it," Obinna said, picking up his glass of juice and taking a sip.

"Yeah," Richard agreed. "That's by the way. She caused a scene at the office recently, just because I went to check a site with Nneka. She thinks I'm having an a.ffair with Nneka."

"That's a joke, bro. So, she came to the office?" Obinna was stunned.

Richard sighed. "I just wish she would understand that I love her and I’m not going anywhere. Her suspicions are getting the better part of her."

"But really, what were you expecting from a girl you picked from the gutt£r?" Obinna said casually.

Richard instantly got angry. "Obi, do you realize it's my wife we are talking about here?"

Obinna looked away.

"Imole is not from the gutt£r. Don't ever talk about my wife in such manner," Richard said defensively.

"But it's the truth," Obinna insisted. "There was Funke, Professor Badiru's daughter, who loved you and went to every length to prove it. But no, you just had to choose this Imole girl."

Richard stood up abruptly. "You know what? I'm done here." He grabbed his things angrily.

"Rich, wait—" Obinna said but Richard was already out the door, slamming it behind him. He drove home, feeling hurt from Obinna's words.

To be continued...

Mosun Grace

20/07/2024

STORY TITLE: UNEXPECTED REALITY

CHAPTER FOUR

One Tuesday afternoon, Rukayat visited Imole at the salon. As soon as she walked in, Imole greeted her with a warm smile.

"Rukky baby! It’s so good to see you again," Imole said, giving her a hug.

"You too, my good friend! How have you been?" Rukayat asked, looking around the busy salon.

"I’ve been good, just keeping busy with work. How about you?" Imole replied.

"Same here. I've been so busy at the shop. Some of my goods just arrived today. You need to see the lovely footwears," Rukayat said with a smile.

"I will come and see for myself. That will be tomorrow," Imole responded.

"No problem. I actually have a suggestion for today. How about we go shopping for some baby items? Bills on me," Rukayat said excitedly.

Imole's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? You want to do that?"

"Yes! I think it will be fun, and you deserve it. Plus, it's never too early to start preparing," Rukayat said, pulling Imole's cheek playfully.

"Thank you so much, Rukky. Though I have started buying some things for the baby, I don''t mind more. Let me just finish up here and we can go," Imole said gratefully.

"Take your time. I will wait," Rukayat said, sitting on one of the chairs.

After Imole wrapped up her work, they both left the salon and headed to a store. After they had left, Richard showed up at the salon minutes later. He hadn’t told Imole he was coming by. He was on his way to check a site with a female colleague and thought to stop by since he was passing through the area.

As he walked in, the girls at the salon greeted him. "Good afternoon, sir."

"Good afternoon," Richard replied with a smile. "I hope you are all doing great today. What about my wife? Is she around?"

The girls shook her heads. "No, sir. She went out with her friend, aunty Rukayat. They didn’t say where they were going," Cassy replied.

Richard nodded. "That's alright. No need to call her. I’m heading somewhere myself. Just let her know that I came by."

"Okay sir," Cassy said.

Richard thanked the girls and left, heading back to his car. As he drove off, he felt a bit disappointed that he couldn't see his wife but he was glad she was out enjoying herself with her friend. He turned his focus back to the task at hand, ready to check the site with his colleague.

At the store, as they walked by the shelves, Rukayat picked up a cute singlet. "What do you think about this one?"

Imole smiled. "It’s adorable! I can already imagine the baby in it."

Rukayat smiled. "Good! Let’s get it. What else do you need?"

Imole thought for a moment. "I haven't gotten a blanket and we could get a few toys too."

"Okay. Let’s grab them," Rukayat said excitedly..

They spent the next hour picking out various baby items, chatting and laughing the whole time.

"Thank you so much, Rukayat. This means a lot to me," Imole said, giving her friend a hug.

"You’re welcome, Imole. Anything for you and my goddaughter," Rukayat replied with a smile. "I’m always here for you."

"Always your goddaughter. What if it's a boy? I hope you won't be too shocked," Imole chuckled.

Rukayat looked at her with a serious face. "Tell me, is it a boy?"

"Well, well, that's meant to be a surprise. I can't tell you yet. You will find out when I give birth," Imole responded, blushing hard.

"I seriously can't wait. I'm so convinced that it's a girl but till then," Rukayat said.

When they returned to the salon later, Cassy immediately approached Imole. "Madam, your husband stopped by earlier."

Imole looked surprised. "Really? Did he drop anything or leave a message?"

Cassy shook her head. "No, ma. He and the person he came with seemed to be in a hurry."

Imole looked more surprised. "He came with someone? Who was it?" She asked, thinking it could be Obinna since he mentioned linking up with him after work

Cassy hesitated for a moment. "I don't know the person ma."

"Can you describe the person?" Imole asked further.

Cassy nodded slowly. "She is a bit fair in complexion. She had short, curly hair and was wearing a yellow dress."

Imole's eyes widened in shock. "A woman?"

Cassy nodded again, looking confused. "Yes, ma"

Rukayat, who had been standing nearby and listening, stepped in. "Thank you, Cassy. Imole, let’s go into your office and talk."

Imole, still looking stunned, nodded and followed Rukayat into her office. Once inside, Rukayat closed the door and turned to face her friend.

"Imole, I can see you’re upset," Rukayat said gently. "But let’s not jump to conclusions. There could be a simple explanation."

Imole sat down, her heart was beating so fast. "I know, Rukayat, but why didn’t he tell me he was with a woman? He said he would meet Obinna, not a woman."

Rukayat pulled up a chair and sat across from Imole. "Maybe he didn’t think it was important. It could have been a last-minute thing."

Imole scoffed. "What are you even saying?"

"Look, just call him and ask. Don’t make assumptions," Rukayat advised. "Communication is key. You don’t want to stress yourself out over nothing."

Imole nodded, taking out her phone and dialing Richard’s number. There was no response. She called again and again. No response still. She got frustrated and swore she would go to Richard's office to confront him.

"I’m going to his office right now," Imole declared, standing up.

Rukayat grabbed her arm. "Imole, think about this for a second. Do you really think if Richard wanted to ch£at, he would bring the woman to your shop?"

"I don’t care, Rukayat. All I know is that Richard was with a woman and I want to know who she is," Imole snapped.

Rukayat rubbed Imole's shoulders gently. "Imole, you’re upset. Just calm down and wait until you can talk to him."

"No, I need to see for myself," Imole insisted, pulling away from Rukayat.

Rukayat sighed. "Alright, but think about this: confronting him at work might £mbarrass both of you. Is that what you really want?"

"I have to know, Rukayat. I can’t just sit here and do nothing," Imole responded.

"Okay, but at least, let me come with you," Rukayat offered.

Imole nodded. "Fine, let's go."

They quickly left the salon and headed to Richard’s office. Through the entire ride, Rukayat tried to calm Imole down, but Imole's mind was set on confronting her husband.

When they arrived at the office, Imole stormed in, with Rukayat following closely behind. The receptionist looked up in surprise, recognizing Imole as her boss's wife. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Oluwole," she greeted.

Imole didn’t respond and marched straight to Richard's office. She first encountered his secretary, Miss Rose, who also greeted her warmly. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Oluwole."

"Where is my husband?" Imole demanded, ignoring the greeting.

Miss Rose looked surprised. "He isn't in his office at the moment."

Imole's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "I don’t believe you. You’re covering for him. Aren't you?!" Imole asked, raising her voice.

Before anyone could react, Imole sla.pped Miss Rose, accusing her of conniving with Richard. "You think I don’t know what’s going on? Why are you covering for him?"

Miss Rose, who was holding her cheek, couldn’t speak. The other members of staff watched in shock, unsure of how to intervene.

Rukayat quickly stepped in, grabbing Imole’s arm. "Imole, stop this! You’re making a scene."

Imole struggled against Rukayat’s grip. "I don’t care! I want to see Richard now!"

At that moment, Richard walked into the office and saw the commotion. "What’s going on here?" he asked, rushing to Imole.

Imole turned to him. "You li£d to me, Richard! You’re with another woman, and now your secretary is helping you cover it up!"

Richard looked horrified and immediately addressed Miss Rose. "I am so sorry about this, Rose. Please, go take care of yourself."

Miss Rose, who was still in shock, nodded and excused herself. Richard then turned to Imole, feeling angry. "Imole, what has gotten into you?"

Imole's voice trembled. "You didn’t answer my calls, and I found out you were with a woman. I came here, and your secretary li£d to me."

"You found out I was with a woman? What woman?" Richard asked.

"Don't you dare li£ to me! Cassy told me!" Imole roared.

Richard took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "Imole, the woman you’re talking about is my colleague, Nneka. I told you about the project we're handling together, didn't I? Do you think if I really wanted to ch£at on you, I would bring the woman to your salon? Is that how you are thinking now?"

Imole knew Nneka very well and realized Richard was right. She felt bad, but this time, Richard was really pi**ed. He turned to Miss Rose who had now returned to her desk. "Lock up my office for the day. I'm going home."

Miss Rose nodded, still shocked. "Okay sir," she said quietly.

Richard looked back at Imole with disappointment and ang£r. "Let's go home," he said angrily, heading for the door.

Imole followed him, feeling a deep some regr£t and sham£. Rukayat followed closely. As they walked to the car, Richard didn’t say a word, his silence spoke louder. Rukayat bade them goodbye, feeling annoyed at Imole's actions. Richard didn't respond but Imole managed to say goodbye.

In the car, Imole tried to explain. "Baby, I'm really sorry. I just got so worried and—"

Richard cut her off. "Enough, Imole. This isn’t the first time your jealousy has caused a scene. I can’t keep doing this."

Imole’s eyes got teary. "I know, baby. I know I need to change. I promise I will work on it."

Richard grabbed the steering wheel tightly. "I am tired of those empty promises of yours. I can't keep living like this."

The drive home was silent. Thinking back at the scene she caused at Richard's office, Imole felt asham£d. She wished she had listened to her friend, Rukayat.

To be continued...

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