She cried and said we could still try. I called her cursed. I told her to get out.
Kunal was silent for a moment. Then he said, Now the truth is staring at you. And the whole world is watching.
Outside, cameras were flashing. Social media was exploding. Videos from the wedding were already online.
People were sharing pictures of Ngozi stepping out of the black Rolls-Royce. Clips of Adarora dropping her bouquet and walking out were everywhere. Hash Ngoza returns.
Hash triplets at the wedding. Hash Chaik exposed. Some comments were mocking.
Some were shocked. Others were angry. But one thing was clear.
Chaik was trending for the wrong reason. Later that evening, back at Ngoza’s house, Amarka sat on the couch with her phone, reading out loud. Listen to this one, she said.
This woman is a true queen. She didn’t shout. She didn’t fight…
She just showed up with God’s answer. Ngozi smiled gently while feeding the boys. I didn’t do it for the world to clap.
I just wanted him to see. Amarka looked up. Well, now he has seen.
And not just him, everybody. Ngozi lifted one of the babies onto her lap. Do you think he feels anything? Oh, he feels it, Amarka said.
Pride doesn’t protect anyone from disgrace. There was a knock on the door. Ngozi turned.
Who could that be? Amarka stood up. Let me check. She opened the door slowly, and her eyes widened.
Ow, Chaik! Ngozi froze. She stood up slowly, placing the baby in the walker. Chaik walked in, looking nothing like the man from the wedding.
His shirt was untucked. His eyes were red. His lips were dry.
He held his cap in his hands like a schoolboy coming to beg his headmistress. Ngozi, he said softly. She didn’t speak.
He looked around the room and saw the children playing. One of them looked up and smiled at him. Hi, uncle.
Chaik’s heart twisted. I didn’t come to cause trouble, he said. I just needed to see you.
To say something. Ngozi folded her arms, her face calm. I ruined everything, Chaik said, eyes lowering.
I judged you wrongly. I insulted you. I let my pride blind me.
Silence. He took one step closer. I believed I was right.
I told the world you were barren. I didn’t even test myself. I just assumed.
Ngozi finally spoke, and that assumption destroyed our marriage. Chaik nodded. I know.
I see it now. I was foolish. I let ego control me.
I didn’t protect you. I shamed you. Her voice was steady.
You didn’t just shame me. You crushed me. You made me feel worthless.
I’m sorry, he said, tears falling from my heart. I’m sorry. I don’t deserve forgiveness, but I had to come.
He knelt down. Please, even if you don’t forgive me, I want to say it. I was wrong.
I hurt the only woman who ever truly loved me. Ngozi looked at him quietly. I saw the way you walked into that wedding, Chaik continued, with peace, with strength.
You didn’t shout. You didn’t throw words. You just let the truth speak.
He looked at the boys. They are beautiful. You’re a great mother.
He bowed his head. I’m sorry. The room stayed silent for a few seconds.
Ngozi stepped forward. Stand up, she said gently. He looked up slowly.
You’re not angry. She shook her head. I was angry for years.
But now, I’m free. Chaik stood up slowly. Thank you for listening.
You should get tested, she added. Not for me, but for your future. He nodded quickly.
I already did. This morning. Ngozi raised her brow.
Chaik looked ashamed. The doctor confirmed it. I’m the one with the issue.
Low sperm count. Possibly from an untreated infection I had years ago. Ngozi blinked.
So all those years. Yes, he said. It was me.
