The door slid open, and Camilla stepped in, her baby-pink suit perfectly hugging her hourglass figure, accentuated by a pair of square, transparent specs. Her makeup was flawless, and the golden jewelry she wore complemented her look exquisitely.
“Oh, you’re here,” Micheal smiled as his eyes met hers. “Seeing you remind me of the good old times. I used to bring home accolades from university back then. I remember how you begged me to teach you Scrabble, but now you’re better at it than me.”
“I learned from you to be close to you, you know?” Camilla giggled, comfortably sitting at his table with crossed legs. Watching them from a distance, Grace’s lips tightened in a frown.
“Susanne is sick of being home alone, and he’s enjoying himself out here? What a man!” Grace hissed mentally, her resentment growing.
“You know, everyone took us for a couple back then, not realizing we’re not related,” Camilla said with a smirk. “It’s a good thing your wife isn’t here. She would have slapped me by now.”
“I apologize for the last time,” Micheal said, bringing out a table-sized Scrabble board. “Susanne isn’t usually grumpy. She’s a nice woman.”
“If I had you as a husband, I would have done worse,” Camilla replied, following him into the inner room to play Scrabble without any distractions.
When Grace first saw Micheal and Camilla embracing, her eyes were a storm of betrayal and pain. The gleam of jealousy was unmistakable, a sharp contrast to her usual calm demeanor. Her gaze hardened and darkened, and her breath hitched as she stood frozen, watching the intimate moment unfold. Her eyes, usually warm, now flickered with cold fire, reflecting the sting of seeing her sister’s husband in the arms of another woman. And they were at it again.
Camilla and Micheal sat across from each other in Micheal’s inner office, engrossed in a heated game of Scrabble, something they did occasionally, especially when Camilla was in Nigeria. The door was slightly open, allowing Grace to tiptoe behind it, listening. They filled the room with the sound of tiles clinking and occasional laughter as they teased each other over word choices.
“Is ‘quizzify’ even a word?” Camilla asked, raising an eyebrow.
Micheal grinned. “It should be. I’m sure it means to make someone answer a lot of quiz questions.”
Camilla laughed. “Nice try, but I don’t think it’ll count.”
Meanwhile, Grace leaned closer, peering from the shadowed corner, her eyes narrowing with suspicion and anger. She muttered curses under her breath, holding her phone tightly. She discreetly snapped a picture, determined to gather proof of her suspicions.
Just then, Susanne’s phone rang loudly, its vibration filling the room and breaking the cheerful atmosphere. Camilla and Micheal froze, their eyes widening in surprise at the unexpected interruption. Micheal’s head turned toward the corner where the sound came from.
“What was that?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.
Without waiting for an answer, Micheal walked cautiously toward the corner. Grace, realizing she had been discovered, quickly slipped out of the office, her heart pounding. By the time Micheal reached the spot, there was no one there. He glanced around, puzzled, then turned back to Camilla.
“Strange... I could have sworn I heard footsteps.”
“Wasn’t that ringtone familiar? It sounded like your wife’s phone.”
“Exactly my thought, but Susanne should be at Garki with her friends.”
Camilla shrugged, trying to shake off the unease that had settled over them. “Maybe it was just your imagination. Now, back to the game. Your turn.”
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Replica: Crazy Versus Smart (Nigerian Story)
Mistero / ThrillerSusanne Fashorun, a woman who marries into the wealthy Balogun family, is rejected by her arrogant CEO husband and treated as a slave. Despite being his wife, Micheal Balogun refuses to share his bed with her, leaving Susanne to accept a life of lux...
