Wretchedly Rich - S01 E29

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Wretchedly Rich - S01 E29

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 29

*EVIL LURKS*

Adanne came back few weeks later to find her husband and the girl she had let in—kissing

“Babe!” she called with mouth agape, not believing her eyes.

She rushed out with her kids, hurriedly getting into her car, as she drove off.

**Some Weeks After**

“I can’t believe your husband had the guts… the effrontery—the audacity….!”

“Nnando, please let’s not talk about him. I’m having headache as you can see,” Adaeze drank from the bottle in her hand.

“Whiskey?” Nnando shot her a sharp look. “I thought that isn’t healthy for your baby.”

Adanne burped, half-drunk, making to stand. “Why did you have to leave?” she talked to no one in particular, dropping to the floor as Nnando made to help her. “Chiaobi!” she called to Adanne’s son. “Come and help me take your mother to the room.”

“Just leave me here. My late daughter’s coming to take me—” she burped again, suddenly bursting into tears. “Why did you have to leave me, my baby? You didn’t think mommy was going to cry?” she clearly didn’t know what she was saying.

Nnando was in pains seeing her friend like this. She wished there was something she could do, other than hug and tell her everything was going to be alright.

“Oh, I want to die. I want to die. Die!!”

Chiaobi countered, “No, mommy, you will not die. You will live to see your children’s children.”

Nnando sealed with an “amen”. “Amen!”

“Just let me go. I don’t want to live anymore.” The alcohol was taking effect. The bottle she had drunk wasn’t her first—and it certainly wasn’t going to be the last.

“You see why I told you not to drink too much? Now look!”

Adanne started vomiting as they helped her up and dragged her to the bathroom.

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Obiajulum waited for his wife but to no avail. The many times he called, her phone never rang. This made him really worried and made him involve the police.

“Please, officer—please, help me find my wife and kids.”

“Na so so case dey be for this country. Everyday, find this… find that. Find Marian. Ah-ah! Una no dey rest?”

“I tire o.”

Obiajulum wasn’t concerned about what they were saying. All he wanted was to have his wife and sons back again.

**Another Week**

“Babe, so what are you going to do about this baby?”

“You mean my baby?” Adanne eyed her, looking down at her stomach as she gently rubbed it.

She had great plans for her baby… and her sons. They were going to go back to America and forget all about Nigeria.

“Are you not going to tell him?”

“Tell who?”

“Your husband, of course.”

Adanne retorted. “Never!” she relaxed again; “Besides, we’re leaving very soon,” she made known, “I’ll make sure he never gets ahold of my sons,” she smirked. “Or my baby!” she ended with fingers clasped on her pronounced belly.

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Obiajulum didn’t need a seer telling him that his wife was gone. He searched but to no avail, had countless sleepless nights and ate very little. He would think about the moments they shared and remember their happy home. Oh, how those days they worried not about a thing. He sighed, remembering the devil that had come into their home. If only they had known a simple kindness would bring about something dreadful, he sighed again, making to turn, as an evil bird appeared.