PART 2 — “THE POOR FARMER ARRIVED WEARING DUSTY SANDALS… BUT THE MOMENT MR. BELLO SAW HIM, HE STOOD UP IN FEAR.”
The knife trembled violently in Kemi’s hand.
Mr. Obiora’s breathing became shallow.
“Put it down,” he said weakly.
“No!” Kemi screamed. “You want to ruin my life for HER!”
She pointed the blade toward Chika with pure hatred burning in her eyes.
“She can’t even give a man children!”
The words hit like a slap.
Chika lowered her face immediately, humiliation flooding her chest.
But before she could speak, Mr. Obiora’s voice thundered through the room for the first time in years.
“Enough!”
Everyone froze.
