"Look at me!".
His voice had turned cold and gruff, and she could sense the silent fury raging within him like an angry volcano waiting to erupt, and she suddenly found herself trembling with fear.
He had never used such tone on her. His deep, masculine voice was always soft and gentle. Infact, it was her source of comfort during this dark period of her life, when it constantly comforted her from her pain and sent away her fears and worries.
Now, that same voice caused the contents of her stomach to churn in fear and her body to begin shaking like a leaf on a breezy day.
"Should I have reason to believe you've been lying to me?", he demanded when she failed to meet his gaze minutes later. His voice, if anything, had gone even colder now, and she could tell he was fighting every inch of his being to remain calm and not lose control, but he was loosing miserably.
But still, she did not look up.
And she did not answer his question either.
Tears had welled in her eyes, making it difficult to speak, to look into those dark, mesmerising eyes and allow him to see the shadow of betrayal within her sombre ones.
It was the sudden sound of a palm hitting violently against the arm-rest of a chair that caused her to suddenly look up and stare at him in alarm. His eyes had turned a reddish shade, and his right hand was balled into a fist. "Do not take me for a fool Ummi! You will answer my darm question, right here and right now!", he bellowed, and the tears she had been holding made its way down her face, but instead of wiping them away discreetly as she always did whenever they treacherously came out while in his presence, she allowed them to flow freely this time around, allowing him to witness the guilt in her tears this time around.
It was time for her to speak up! To utter words she had been refraining from saying for a very long time. Words she knew was going to shatter their lives into a thousand pieces...
I stop at the last room, stare at the number on the door and crosscheck it with the one with me. I stuffed the paper away and ready myself for what lies behind the closed door. I lean on the door for a while and could hear voices but were incoherent.
I tap twice on the door and the voices stopped. I repeated the process and received a response that sounded more like Hillary's voice.
"Who is it?" He asked from behind the door.
I knocked back instead, I didn't trust myself to sound differently.
The door flew open in a second and I quickly wedge the door with my leg to prevent him from shutting it on my face.
His face went pale on seeing me. I scanned him from head to toe. He was only in his brief. He tried blocking my view with his body but I push him aside forcefully.
"Who is at the door, love?"
Love? What a joke!
Both our eyes snapped in the direction of the voice. I thought I heard my heart leap but not for joy, in pains. It was as though a knife was scrolled into my chest.
"This is your Ghana?" I scoffed and walked past him in the direction of the voice, "I was at the door" I said catching her attention...
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A charming couple (Nick and Lauren ) had to navigate their way out of a storming marriage that was once cemented by love.
A single mistake is about to pull the string of their marriage apart.
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