16/07/2025
MY FATHER IN-LAW SENDS ME MONEY NOT TO TOUCH HIS DAUGHTER AT NIGHT
EPILOGUE
They said the story ended in Chapter 8.
They were wrong.
Because real life doesn’t end just because love starts. It keeps moving. It keeps testing. It keeps asking: Will you still choose this person tomorrow?
And we did. Every day after that.
Ada and I didn’t become perfect overnight. But we started becoming real. For the first time, she slept without checking if the door was locked ten times. For the first time, I stopped wondering if her love was trapped behind her trauma.
We grew. slowly, but surely.
As for Chief Cletus, he recovered.
He didn’t return to his old self. The sickness humbled him. That stroke cleaned him like fire burns bush for fresh grass to grow. He didn’t fight for power again. Instead, he called for peace — with us, with God, and even with himself.
One day, he called Ada and said, “I can’t undo the past. But I can stop it from ruining your future.”
That man that once ruled his house with control and silence… now spent his days watching cartoons with his grandchildren and giving Bible study to old men at the club.
Uncle T?
Let’s just say evil walks tall until somebody shouts.
Ada reported him.
It wasn’t easy. She cried. She doubted herself. She wanted to hide. But she didn’t.
The Women’s Rights Council got involved. So did a journalist. So did the police — real police this time. His name entered papers. And while rich men always try to find back doors, this time the gate was locked.
He was arrested, charged, and exposed. His face went viral. His family denied him. His friends vanished. His career crashed.
Some say it wasn’t enough.
But for Ada, it was everything.
The message stopped coming. No more threats. No more photos. Peace returned like NEPA light after weeks of darkness. Slowly. Unbelievably. But it came.
As for Mrs. Rose, she finally smiled again.
She said, “At least now, Oluchi can rest.”
And Ada’s mother?
She came back too.
Not to defend the past — but to admit it. She said she looked away too long. She said sorry. Not in the loud, dramatic way — but in the way that counts.
Sometimes, healing isn’t shouting. It’s showing up. It's sitting down. It’s staying.
And that’s what we all did.
Akponwei John Michael’s story kept trending. It moved from Facebook to radio. From radio to newspapers. From people’s phones to their hearts.
Men started talking. Women too.
And even though it was fiction for some… for people like us, it was reality with a title.
We still have bad days. We still argue. We still forget things. But we never go back to pretending. We never go back to silence.
Because now, we know better.
This wasn’t just the story of a marriage.
It was the story of what love can survive……and what happens when we finally stop covering wounds with silence.
THE END.
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