To me.
Then she looked down.
And something inside me shifted.Just a little.
But I ignored it.Because in my mind…I was doing the right thing.Later that night…
Ngozi called me.
“You’re doing well,” she said immediately.
“Doing what?” I asked.
“Handling that girl.”
Silence.
“I saw how you controlled everything today,” she continued.
I smiled slightly.
“You think so?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“That’s how it should be. Don’t give her space.”
My chest relaxed.
“You know your husband,” she added.
That one brought everything back again.The chats.The looks.The lies.I sighed.
“Speaking of him… there’s another woman.”
“Another one??” she exclaimed.
“Yes,” I said bitterly.
“I saw messages again yesterday.”
“What did he say this time?”
“I miss you… I can’t wait to see you…”
Silence.
Ngozi hissed.
“You see why I’m telling you? Protect your home!”
My grip tightened on the phone.
“I am trying.”
“Then don’t relax,” she warned.
“I won’t,” I replied firmly.
After the call…I sat quietly.Thinking.If he could cheat outside…What would stop him inside?
Nothing.Absolutely nothing.The next morning…
Blessing greeted me.
“Good morning, madam.”
I didn’t answer.I just looked at her.And all I could see now…Was not a girl.But a threat.
And the more I saw her that way…The worse I treated her.But deep down…There was something I couldn’t ignore anymore.
That sentence.
“Madam… I’m not your problem…”
And the part she didn’t finish.Because whatever she knew…Was still sitting there.
Waiting.
And I knew…
One day…
