Healing Wounds (Completed)

Chapter 21 (Edited)

Change can be scary, but you know what's scarier? Allowing fear to stop you from evolving and progressing - Mandy Hale

Trigger warning: mild violence ahead ⚠️

Wheeling down a trolley, Dora strolled down the aisle of the local supermarket. She maneuvered the trolley as other shoppers passed by. The last stop she made was the confection section. As she looked at the goodies that beckoned her, her eyes twinkled.

Her eyes drifted to her favorite biscuit. It had been a guilty pleasure right from childhood. She grabbed two packs and placed them in the trolley and continued her journey down the aisle.

On getting to the cashier stand, she exchanged pleasantries with the lady behind the counter. After a few minutes, she paid for her goods and walked out with two shopping bags.

Striding across the car park, a hoarse voice drew her attention. She gasped and she stopped in her tracks.  She swung in the direction of the voice. The person's head was turned to the side and was too engrossed in his phone call to notice her.

Her pace quickened and she rushed past the person. However, it was too late. The person looked up and called out, "Adaora!"

She halted her steps and groaned. She turned and faced the weather-beaten face of Ayodeji Bullocks, her estranged husband.

"Yes, how may I help you?" She asked with a blank expression.

He staggered over and nearly toppled over her. She stepped aside and he balanced himself on the silver car they stood beside.

The powerful smell of whiskey wafted through his mouth as he opened his mouth to speak. She scrunched her nose in disgust.

He leered at her. "You look ravishing." He stretched out his hand to touch her.

Dora took a step back and shouted, "Don't you dare!" Her eyes hardened.

His eyes darkened and he glared at her. "I am your husband. I have a right on you."

"No! You are not my husband." Her lips formed into a thin line.

"I never gave you a divorce,"  he spat out

"Yes, you are right. But I'll make sure we divorce." She said with determination welling within her.

He threw his head back and cackled. "Keep dreaming. You shall stay my wife forever." He smirked.

"The Lord won't allow that to happen," she responded with a confident tilt of her head.

He snorted. "Anyway, how is my daughter?" He swayed on his feet.

"That's none of your business."

His eyes grew darker, and he yanked her arms. "Do not play games with me, Adaora. How is my daughter?" He squeezed her right arm.

Dora flinched, and her shopping bags fell to the ground.

Unfortunately, no one came to her rescue because the car park was more or less empty. And the car they stood by blocked them from the world.

"Ouch! Let me go." Dora shrieked as she struggled to free herself. She used her fists to hit his chest. However, he remained unmoveable.