My train of thought broke when I heard a knock on the door of Marcus's guestroom. I made no move to stand up from the bare floor I sat on at the edge of the bed.
I used a phone call from Alice as an excuse to flee the intense and awkward conservation I was stupid enough to start at the dining table with strangers that I don't barely know anything about.
I thought they would give me something to help solve my problems with Kylian but all I got was judgement, more confusion and turmoil
Bringing my two folded legs up to my chin, I wrapped my two hands round it as I asked the knocker to come in. The door slowly opens to reveal Marcus
"Hey!" He stated on stepping inside and placed his back to the door
"Are they all gone?" I inquired about the others
"Yeah, I just sent Joy and Adebayo off after she raided my wine cellar" he informed me
"I am sorry that I was not here to see them off, I just needed to..."
"I get it"
"Thank you" I appreciated his understanding
"Are you okay?" Marcus asked as the gentle man he is
"You mean other than the fact that I started a conversation that I didn't want to be judged for, yeah, am peachy"
"Oh come on, we didn't judge you"
"Maybe Fatima didn't but her husband did, Joy and Adebayo were totally judging me"
"They were not"
"Please, it was written all over their faces" I scoffed
"Then why start the conversation too, knowing you don't want to be judged"
"Because I need help" I blurted out unconsciously "I need help.... I feel so lonely. Trying to get a man to love me is so difficult and people do say a problem shared is half solved but instead I got judgment and I am even more troubled that I was before the dinner....
"My head feels so heavy" I held my head in anguish as my problem kept multiplying ever since the discussion with the others
"So, what are you going to do about it?" I looked at him with a confused expression even though I knew what he was asking "Fatima said you know what you have to do"
"She is talking about divorce, I am not getting a divorce"
"If this is about money...."
"What!" I exclaimed as I looked at the man who I thought was my friend. Did he just based my marriage to Kylian on money? I am sure I heard wrong
"I said if this is about money...." My hearing is still impeccable
"Wow!" I scoffed, letting my disappointment in him show "So you really think I would marry a man because of his money? All these time spent together and you think I will be in a monetary marriage"
"That is the only reason a woman will marry a man she dated for a few weeks"
"So, you are judging me too" I retorted as indignation raised inside me. Who the fuck does these people think they are to judge me
"I am not judging you, I am trying to say if you are in the marriage for money, I gat you. Whatever you need, I can front you till you get yourself back on your feet. You don't have to stay in a marriage that causes you pain"
I was taken aback at this, I was seriously not expecting that reply. Why will he do that for me? Is he in love with me?
"Why will you do that for me?" I voiced out my thought
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The Chronicles of Bewa
Fanfiction"The Chronicles of Bewa" unfolds the gripping narrative of a young Nigerian woman who defied the odds, marrying her celebrity crush against a mere 0.1% chance. She believed her troubles had come to an end, but what appeared to be a dream come true...
