Ngozi Lovelyn Stories Life Chronicles
My secret about to kill me – the child my husband thinks is his son, my boyfriend wants him back – part 3
I was desperate, waiting for 2 weeks to reach to know if what I did with him yielded fruit.
The anxiety that was running in my heart was intense.
I saw myself in an unhealthy competition to get pregnant before Grace, because I would be loosing my marriage forever if she gets lucky. I kept reading her, studying her body, praying and wishing she never gets pregnant.
I read every signs displaying on her, wishing it wasn’t pregnancy symptoms.
There was a time she complained of having severe headache and fever.
And my heart skipped. She was fine the entire day and all of a sudden, she started feeling sick and faint.
She called my husband who was still at his workplace, that she wasn’t feeling fine. He advised her to take paracetamol, that he would be back in the evening to know how she was doing.
I was in the house, but we were not in talking terms. I was her greatest rival, we avoided each other like plague. That evening, she was mocking me a song. In the song, she was calling me a witch, that she knew what evil plans I’m steaming for her, that I should watch and see how she will disgrace me and my coven. She also asked me what I was still doing in the house, that I should be long gone. She called me names, but what did I do? Nothing.
A barren woman has no say in her husband’s family until God finally decides to bless her with a child. I was charged into slapping her hard, but I restrained myself. She was a little girl, atleast she should accord me with some respect because of the age difference. She was about 23 years old, while I was 35. I exercised a great deal of restraint, otherwise she would have gotten it hot from me. I never blamed her, I only blamed my stars for not shining on me.
When my husband came back from work, her fever already went down. But she was feeling faint.
So he instructed her to go to the hospital the next day to find out what was wrong with her.
