LOVE OR POSSESSION

EPISODE 1: THOU SHALL NOTI had almost eaten all my fingernails the moment I heard the news of my husband’s arrival from his business trip.Normally, I should be happy—excited even—like every other married woman welcoming her husband home. But I wasn’t. I hadn’t been happy for a long time. Somewhere along the line, marriage became a cage, and I became the prisoner.Maybe that’s why people say marriage isn’t for everyone.What exactly is the gain?Why must a woman marry at all?Israel—my son—burst into the room and jumped happily onto my lap, pulling me back to reality. His small arms wrapped around my neck, his laughter light and carefree.He, and only he, was excited about his father’s return.Israel was always like this whenever Logan went on a business trip. Toys, sweets, and expensive gifts always followed.“Mom,” he asked, tilting his head sideways, “did you miss Dad?”“Of course,” I replied quickly, forcing a smile. “Why do you ask such silly questions?”I pinched his cheeks pla

EPISODE 3: TRESPASSI waited for Logan to return before going to sleep.Gena had taken our son away to care for him, leaving me alone to perform my duties as a wife.When Logan finally arrived, his mood was dark. I tried to stay invisible, hoping to avoid being targeted once again. But hope had no place in this house.He grabbed me from behind.Before I could react, my clothes were torn apart under his strength. I froze—unable to scream, unable to fight—while my husband took what he believed was his right.Once, intimacy was something I looked forward to in marriage.Now, it was nothing more than obligation.A duty.He was rough, careless, lost in his own need. I endured it in silence until my body gave in from exhaustion.Then his phone rang.He didn’t notice.I reached for it, desperate for distraction—anything to pull me away from the moment. The name on the screen made my heart stop.Milly Beresford.His ex-girlfriend.The woman he once loved. The one he swore was long forgotten.

EPISODE 5: DOING WHAT'S RIGHT I took a taxi to Christopher's house. He casually opened the door and was shocked to find me outside his porch. " Alice, what are you doing here?". He asked, as I pushed him back inside and jumped on his body. He was strong enough to carry me and then slowly take me to the couch. " What are you doing here?" He asked again. " Why?" " I came to see you". I replied. " Really?"" And where's Logan?" He cautiously asked again. " Home" I beamed." Guess what?". I paused.." What?" He responded quickly.." I'm getting a divorce.... Finally". I told him everything that happened at home. He lay down on the couch with me, hisace full of worry and uncertainty. " What?" " And how did he take it?" He was rather curious to know about his friend, rather than what I had just told him. " I don't know". I said and locked my hands at the back of his neck. " I don't really care ". I added.." Wow, Alice is all grown up ". I chuckled. " What made you d

The next morning, I sent the document to my lawyer. Kristen was happy—ecstatic even—to finally have the signature of my soon-to-be ex-husband. “Thank God,” she said. “Yes. Good riddance to bad rubbish,” I replied, beaming as I sat in her office. From the look on her face, it was clear she didn’t want to waste any time. She was ready to get the divorce papers finalized by the court so I could finally go my own way. While we were still talking, Christopher called. He asked where I was, and when I told him everything that had happened, his joy was unmistakable over the phone. He then told me to come over to his house—he said he had a gift for me. Kristen overheard our conversation and was more than willing to send me off. I took a taxi and safely arrived at Christopher’s house. As soon as I entered, my eyes fell on his expensive glass table. Children’s clothes and supplements were scattered all over it. “What’s this?” I asked, picking up one of the supplement bottles and smiling.

The following morning, I had Gena take some odd stuff to the church. Today, I was supposed to send out clothes I wasn’t wearing any longer to the head woman, Mrs. Edwina.She and the other women gossip about me so much that anytime I walk past them, they have such uncomfortable looks on their faces.I came to church afterward.Israel accompanied me there, and he immediately ran to meet his friends playing at the corner.“Good morning, Alice.”“I saw your donations,” Mrs. Edwina said to me.She approached further, strangely eyeing the clothes I had Gena bring on my behalf.“Yes, I hope this will be enough?” I asked.“Definitely! Thank you for your assistance,” she replied, then told her assistant, Hannah, to box them up and take the box to her car.I sat down on the chair with the other women, and everyone seated there had something to say about their families—most especially their husbands.“Tell us, Alice?”“Is it true?” Mrs. Edwina turned and faced me.“What’s true?” I withdrew a st