The Judas Among Them
That of Daniel and Favour's flat.
Nkechi paced the kitchen like a lioness, phone in hand, scrolling through voice notes, emails, screenshots. Her mind worked fast.
Too fast.
She'd found something—something horrifying.
She called Daniel. "You need to come here. Alone."
He arrived twenty minutes later, soaked, breathless.
"What is it?"
Nkechi didn't speak. She handed him a printed email, one she go had intercepted while repairing Ijeoma's corrupted laptop last month. At first, it seemed innocent—until the last few lines.
It was from Mama Daniel.
"...You promised me she would be discouraged before the wedding, Ijeoma. You swore you'd remind him of who belongs beside him—not that girl from nowhere who can't even boil rice. If Daniel finds out, this is over. I just want my son back."
Daniel's hands trembled.
His own mother had orchestrated Favour's academic sabotage colliding with Ijeoma to discredit her.
He dropped the page and stepped back.
"Daniel…" Nkechi said, voice soft. "You need to tell Favour."
He sat down, his world tilting.
How do you tell your wife that the person trying to ruin her…
Was your own mother?