NOW, BACK TO THE PRESENT.
She stood by the window, cradling a mug of coffee. Her gaze was fixed on the nothingness outside, but her mind was far from idle.
The trauma had been a relentless companion for far too long.
They say happiness is free, so why does it seem so elusive for her?
Why is it so hard for her to grasp it? Why is it so difficult for her to find joy?
For the past two weeks, he’s been a ghost in her life. He’s stopped visiting, vanishing like a mirage.
The worst part is his growing closeness with her daughter, leading the girl to keep secrets from her.
Just take yesterday for instance. He was supposed to visit Sharon, but instead, he opted for a Snapchat video call, making Sharon stay silent about it.
The thrill is gone, replaced by a gnawing discomfort in her heart.
She has always loved him—there was never a moment she didn’t.
But…
Is it too much to ask for him to love her back?
She doesn’t want to look like a fool for getting rejected after that kiss in the car—the last time they met.
All she wants now is something that might bring her happiness…
To win him back.
She looked up, trying to hold back the tears threatening to fall.
Then she took a deep breath, letting her mind wander.
'What if he truly doesn’t care about her—like really doesn’t?'
Does that even matter?
Or does it matter how much she cares?
They need to finish what they started.
That one thing is their marriage.
The mistake they made was crossing each other’s paths.
This might be their narrow escape.
Her eyes fell on the drawer where she kept some pills.
Those pills would serve as a backup if her primary plan failed.
Wherever this ends, let it end. She doesn’t care anymore.
She’s cried in silence long enough; it’s time to cry it out.
She collapsed on the edge of the bed, the coffee in the mug now looking like poison.
No taste, zero appetite.
She stood up again, moving to the window.
Her sassy, elegant figure leaned against the wall.
One might think she was savoring the view, but all she saw was a desolate expanse.
“Adira, what’s up now?” Adira’s twin, Adila, barged in, shutting the door behind her and flopping onto the neatly arranged bed. “You’ve been in a dull mood since yesterday,” she said in Nigerian Pidgin English.
She scrolled on her phone, not even glancing at her sister. “Big sis?” she called, but after a pause, she turned her head to check if she was talking to herself or someone. “Adira?”
What’s wrong with her sister?
She got up from the bed to confront her. “Adira, what’s going on?” She touched her sister’s shoulder, causing Adira to jolt as if shocked.
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Tapestry Of Lives: A Multifaceted Journey
Romance"Tapestry of Lives" is a rich narrative that follows the interconnected lives of several characters from different walks of life. Set against the backdrop of a bustling city, the story weaves together themes of love, loss, redemption, and the pursui...
