Yemisi's Dilemma: Unmasking the Class Bully's Demise

Chapter 8 (Edited)

~Aderonke~
“Gerald!” I called out as I stormed into the room, my chest heaving with frustration.

“What’s wrong?” my husband asked, his tone calm and steady, as if my outburst was nothing out of the ordinary.

“Everything is wrong, Gerald!” I nearly screamed, unable to contain the fury bubbling inside me.

“That woman—” I spat the word like it tasted bitter, “—that wench who dared to claim those children were yours.”

Gerald’s brow furrowed slightly. “Fisayo? What about her?”

His calmness was infuriating. I wanted him to rage alongside me, to feel the anger that was tearing me apart. Why couldn’t he be furious for me?

“Her daughter killed our Alessia!” I shouted, my voice cracking as tears welled up. I broke down, sobbing. The pain was unbearable. Alessia, my baby… gone.

Gerald’s expression didn’t change. He remained disturbingly composed. “How do you know?”

His lack of reaction felt like a slap in the face. Where was the outrage? The need for justice?

“Everyone is saying it! Pamela, Adediwura, even the investigators! They’re all convinced she’s responsible,” I said, my words pleading, desperate to ignite any kind of response in him.

“And there’s actual evidence?” he asked, looking more worried than angry.

I blinked, stunned. “Why does it matter if there’s evidence? The DNA test already proved those children aren’t yours! Why do you care?”

Gerald turned away, a hint of something—was it regret?—in his eyes. “DNA tests can be wrong,” he muttered.

I stared at him, realization dawning. He cared about them. Those children. He still cared.

“This isn’t about them, Gerald!” I screamed, the pain in my heart hardening into fury. “Our daughter is dead! Alessia is gone. They need to pay for what they’ve done!”

“With what, Aderonke? Do we have solid proof?” His voice rose, anger finally flaring, but it wasn’t directed at Fisayo or her daughter. It was at me.

“Yes!” I lied, desperate for him to stand by me in this.

“You’re lying,” he said coldly. “Your nose always twitches when you lie.”

“And what if I am?” I shot back, my voice trembling with defiance. “We can make them pay, Gerald. We can do whatever we need to. She needs to suffer for what she’s done.”

Gerald’s eyes blazed. “Listen to yourself, Aderonke Bamidele. You want to fabricate evidence, to make someone suffer without proof. Are you out of your mind?”

I slapped him, hard. “Don’t you dare call me by my maiden name,” I hissed before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

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~Yemisi~

I sat in Kayode’s room, my mind heavy with the tension that had settled over the house. Mum had locked herself in her room since yesterday, refusing to come out, refusing to eat. I hoped she’d snap out of it soon, but I knew better than to expect miracles.