Goi was a quiet, gentle woman. She was beautiful, with smooth brown skin and soft eyes that carried sadness most of the time. She had married Chik out of love, not for his money. For seven years, she stood by his side.
But those seven years became years of pain because every month she waited, and every month the answer was the same.
No child.He is inviting your old friends too. He wants people to see what he calls a real wife.”
Goi stirred her soup slowly. “He hasn’t changed at all.”
Amaka came closer. “He might even invite you, just to mock you.”
Goi did not answer. But that night, as she lay in bed, she placed a hand on her stomach and stared at the ceiling.
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