The dizziness.
The way Emeka watched me carefully every time I drank it.
“Oh my God…” I whispered.
Then Adaeze said, “There’s something else you need to know.”
“What?”
“The first wife, Ngozi… she had life insurance.”
A cold wave moved through my entire body.
“And after she died,” Adaeze continued carefully, “Emeka used the payout to buy the Magodo house.”
I felt physically sick.
Then she said the sentence that truly terrified me.
“Chioma… three months ago, Emeka increased your own life insurance policy
The room started spinning.
Because he had.
He told me it was just “responsible financial planning.”
At exactly that moment, my phone buzzed.
Emeka.
Incoming call.
Over and over again.
Then messages started flooding in.
“Chioma where are you?”
“Why did you leave?”
“Who have you been talking to?”
“Answer me NOW.”
Adaeze’s voice became urgent.
“Do not tell him where you are.”
Then another message appeared on my screen.
This one made my blood freeze instantly.
Because it wasn’t from Emeka.
It was from an unknown number.
