I smiled proudly.
“I know, right? She’s a good girl too. Very hardworking.”
Ngozi didn’t smile.
Instead, she looked at me in a way I didn’t understand.
“Sandra… be careful.”
My brows frowned.
“Careful of what?”
She lowered her voice.
“House girls like that… they can collect your husband.”
I laughed immediately.
“Please, Blessing is not like that.”
Ngozi didn’t laugh.
“That’s how it starts,” she said.
Silence.
“They will be quiet… respectful… innocent…”
My chest tightened slightly.
“Before you know it, your husband will start noticing her.”
I shook my head.
“No, Kelvin is not like that.”
She raised her eyebrows slowly.
“Really?”
That one word…Brought back everything I had been trying to ignore.The late-night chats.The “just a friend.”The way he looks at women.I swallowed.
Ngozi leaned closer.
“You told me yourself… he cheats.”
Silence.
“So why are you giving him a temptation inside your own house?” she added.
My heart skipped.
“It’s not like that,” I said weakly.
She shook her head.
“You’re being too soft.”
“Men like your husband don’t need invitation,” she continued.“They just need opportunity.”
My chest tightened more.
“And that girl…” she pointed towards the kitchen…“…is an opportunity.”
That was the moment something entered my mind.Something small.But dangerous.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked slowly.
Ngozi leaned back.
