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Chapter 50!!!!!

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"Mummy...Why?"

"Maria. You are awake?", she asked.

" Yes, mom.  I'm awake. And I heard everything", Maria said with a shaking voice. She was crying.

Monica's heart broke seeing her only child in so much pain.

"Maria... It's not what you think", Monica said.

" Don't mom. Don't even try that!" Maria said.

Tears started forming in her eyes as she didn't know what to say to her daughter.

"I knew it. After Jemima's comment after seeing her dad help me at school. I really didn't want to believe whatever she was saying. I thought she just hated me. But she had a push, you mom! Why mom? How could you!" Maria said as she continued to tear up?

"Mar-"

"My whole life has been a mess with no love from anyone. Father left us because I'm a girl. And now you are going to let the whole world know who I am and hate me!"

"No... I won't do that".

" Really? What do you think would happen if the news got out!" Maria asked?

Monica's eyes twitched. What had she done? Her eyes quickly went to the screen of her phone. The pictures and info already sent. It was full details of all she had been doing with Dele. All she wanted was to get back at Dele and his family. Forgetting the adverse effect it would have on her daughter.

Maria had tried to live a quiet life after her father's death. With no friends, but she was going to launch her into another level of hatred from people just by her actions.

"What have I done!"

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Derin couldn't hold her confusion and worry again. Hadassah was driving while she sat at the passenger seat beside her.

"God... Where is Dele? Please help me find my husband", Derin prayed.

" Amen", Hadassah muttered. "Don't worry. Don't be anxious. Everything is going to be fine. We just need to ask people if they have seen him".

" Really?" Derin asked. "So my husband is missing? Oh God".

" No. I didn't mean it that way. Let's just calm down and think".

"My daughter said she had a dream and he was in danger in the dream" Derin stated "Could this be true. Lord!"

"That's why we need to stay praying.  We need to continue praying".

There was a long silence before Hadassah spoke up.

"So... How's the church?" Hadassah.

"I've not been there in weeks. So many phone calls and texts. I had to block some numbers on my phone".

" Yeah. I understand. They must be really worried. I pray God keeps you at this time".

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George couldn't take it anymore. How could have gotten himself into this mess, if he knew Rachel was a mentally disturbed woman he wouldn't have married her. Or was she really mentally disturbed? If she wasn't clinically, she was definitely crazy whenever he was around.

It was one of those times where she was going crazy at him again. To avoid any trouble, George ran downstairs, grabbing the car keys and shoving them in his shirt pocket. The sound of Rachel cursing could be heard loud and clear.

George rushed outside and headed to the garage. He drove out of the compound and headed down the street. Continually hitting his hands on the steering to show his frustration, he also bit the knuckles of his forefinger at intervals.

He parked the car by the side of the cold street road and called his friend. He only had few Nigerian friends here in Canada and Hassan was the only one he didn't meet through Rachel.

"Hello"

"I need your help, Hassan. I'm going to murder someone if care is not taking!" George cried.

"No, you won't. Where are you now" Hassan asked?

"Just a few blocks away from my place",

" Wait there... I'm coming! George don't do anything stupid. Wait for me. Wait for me oo" Hassan said and hung up.

George dropped the phone and threw his left hand to his face. He was tired of the life he was living he wished everything could go back to how it used to be. George's mind went throw all he had gone through in the hands of Rachel. Until he heard a knock on the car's window. Hassan was there. He unlocked the door and he entered.

"What happened?" Hassan asked.

"Is it not that possessed girl, Rachel" George said.

Hassan burst into laughter, one George didn't find funny. He couldn't understand what was so amusing about what he had just said.

"What is so funny. Are you normal?" George insulted.

"Aweh. Calm down. I'm not the one that said you should come all the way from Nigeria to marry her na". Hassan said.

" Mtchew", George hissed. "I know I made a mistake. It's this useless covetousness o. Now I've gotten myself into trouble".

" So what happened this time", Hassan asked.

"She wants to kill me", George said. " I mean she is a control freak. I don't know if I'm the husband or wife. I do everything in that house. From washing to cooking, to even washing her underwear. And all the money I thought I would get from her. She denied me access to any funds",

"Hmm",

" Now she has graduated to beating me. And threatening me with the police. I don't know what I've gotten myself into.

I'm starting to regret my actions. How I left my peaceful loving family to marry this witch who hasn't even been pregnant talk less of giving me a son. She even stops me from sleeping with her. My life is all messed up. I'm broke, I don't know where to go and I'm tempted by the day to just punch some sense into her".

"Ah better don't o. This isn't Nigeria. Neither is Rachel your ex-wife. If you try it you'll find yourself in oyibo prison". Hassan advised.

" Ah. I'm in trouble. How could I let go of treasure like my wife and precious daughter? Because of beauty and male children. See what I've brought upon myself".

"See George. This is not a time to talk of the past. What we should think of is how you can get out of this mess. Because Rachel won't say she won't kill you or send you to Jail", Hassan said.

" Like. She really threatened me with a knife today".

"So, what do you want to do now".

George dropped his hand and a long silence passed before he said any other word.

" Hassan", he called.

"Huh?"

" I'm going back to Nigeria".

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