31/05/2026
Title:“MY HUSBAND MARRIED ME FOR MY UNBORN CHILD”
EPISODE 13 — “I NO LONGER FELT SAFE”
After that night…
Something inside me changed.
I was no longer the same woman that entered that mansion with hope in her heart.
Now, fear lived inside me.
Even my husband noticed it.
Whenever he looked at me, I quickly turned my eyes away.
Whenever he came close to me, my body became tense.
I stopped laughing freely around him.
I stopped talking too much.
And somehow…
He noticed everything.
From that day, he became extra careful.
Too careful.
He no longer answered calls around me.
Whenever his phone rang, he would leave the room before picking it.
Sometimes, he would lock himself inside the bathroom just to make calls.
Other times, he would step outside quietly at night.
And every single time…
My suspicion grew stronger.
But one thing confused me badly.
Even though he looked tired of me…
He still treated me kindly.
Almost like a man forcing himself to continue a responsibility he no longer enjoyed.
Every week, new clothes arrived.
Beautiful gowns.
Expensive shoes.
Jewelry I had never touched in my life.
One afternoon, he looked at my old clothes and said softly,
“You don’t have to dress like this anymore.”
His voice was calm.
But something about it hurt me deeply.
Because no matter how expensive the clothes became…
I still felt like a stranger inside that house.
Like somebody borrowed from another world.
The maids walked elegantly.
Everybody spoke polished English.
The dining table alone looked bigger than the entire room I grew up in.
Sometimes, while sitting alone in that massive mansion, I would suddenly remember the dusty streets where I sold oranges.
I would remember my little siblings.
Mama Grace.
Our leaking roof whenever rain fell.
And strangely…
Those memories gave me more peace than the mansion itself.
Yes, this house was beautiful.
But my heart never rested there.
It felt like I was living inside a dream that did not belong to me.
And somehow…
I knew it would not last forever.
The only thing that kept calming me was my siblings.
Whenever I remembered how my husband changed their lives, my heart softened again.
Maybe I was overthinking.
Maybe he truly loved me.
Maybe all these fears in my head were wrong.
But then…
Why did his kindness sometimes feel forced?
Why did he look disappointed each time he stared at me?
And why did I always feel like everybody in that mansion was waiting for something from me?
Something I still did not understand…
