The Text
That night, unable to sleep, Favour wandered into the kitchen again.
She took Nkechi's pot and practiced cutting onions,slowly without crying, without checking on YouTube, just breathing through it.
Then her phone buzzed.
A strange number.
"You thought you could keep lying, soon all your secrets will be expose, and Daniel will know the real you.
Her breath hitched.
She read it again.
"You thought you could keep lying.
The number was hidden, no name, but the threat was clear.
Her mind raced: Who? Daniel? No. He wouldn't. His mother? Too direct. Nkechi? Never.
Then a chilling possibility struck her: Ijeoma.
Had the ex somehow gotten involved? Was she trying to destroy what little chance remained?
The fear returned, full force. Her body shivered.
And suddenly, it wasn't just about redemption.
It was about survival.