The Second Message
Favour was kneeling on the kitchen floor, chopping vegetables, when her phone buzzed again.The same blocked number.
"I warned you. Now your family will know what kind of wife you are."
She dropped the knife.
Her chest tightened.
She ran to her phone and tried to call the number no answer, it was untraceable, she looked at Nkechi, who had just returned from school runs.
"Nkechi… someone's threatening me."
"What?"
Favour handed her the phone. "They know everything, and now they're threatening to tell my parents."
Nkechi's eyes narrowed. "That's not just petty, that's personal, someone wants you destroyed, not just exposed."
Favour whispered the name she hadn't spoken aloud.
"Ijeoma."
Nkechi frowned. "Are you sure?"
"No. But she was at that dinner, she knew, and she's close to Daniel's mom."
A silence settled between them. For the first time, Favour's fear wasn't just about shame.
It was about war.