เข้าสู่ระบบLisha had become desperate for freedom and escape the cruelty of her life . With being up all night she had finally made her final decision to kill her husband. She got off her bed heavy with child but she could not feel it cause her burdens were heavier and went back to Akua for help .
Upon her arrival she rushed in the room without knocking, she was not scared of the bones or Akua anymore she was just full of vengeance to not focus on other things. “Akua I need your help…please”. “So rude of you to just barge in my chambers and start blasting”. “I’m so sorry, it’s an emergency “. “What do you want child?”. “I need some sort of remedy or p..poi..poison “. “For what ?“. “I found a way to end this for good , I know you said there is nothing I can do but with clear thoughts I concluded that his death will set me free , I said till death do us part hence if one of us dies then it will be over “. Akua laughed. “You are so funny do you know that , I will give something however be careful what you wish for remember you made a mistake in the beginning you should learn from it and avoid more mistakes now I’ll ask you , are you sure you want this liquid I’m gonna give to you?” “I’ve never been sure about anything in my life than this”. “Okay you pour this in the food everyday, when the did is done it will look like a natural death, now leave I have important things to do - you keep coming at wrong times”. “ Thank you Akua , thank you”. Dinner time Lisha made Dave’s favourite meal but he refused to eat . Dave had stopped trusting Lisha he did not understand why she was always nice to her regardless of how unfairly he treats her. He thought maybe she was planning something, he wasn’t at ease . Both husbands and wife developed trust issues against each other counting each other’s moves and ready to strike . “Why are you not eating Dave ?”. “Because I’m not hungry “. “Okay I’ll just put this away then “. “Why ? Why is it okay Lisha? Everything is always okay with you are you planning something against me I don’t know you want to kill me maybe , and you know no one will say it’s you since you are a good wife who always listens to her husband whereas I’m the bad guy I drink , I don’t provide for you , I beat up my pregnant wife , they absolutely have no reason to suspect you “. “Dont you think that if I wanted to kill you I would have done it a long time ago, I had many chances to do so Dave”. “You know what I don’t have time for this I’m going out”. Dave couldn’t shake off the thought of his wife plotting against him, he decided to return home and not spend his night at the bar as usual to keep an eye on Lisha. It was past midnight both sleeping facing opposite direction with eyes wide open one thinking of what another must be thinking about. In the morning after Dave had taken a shower , Lisha making breakfast he went to the wardrobe taking out his clothes . He noticed a little weird looking bottle on Lisha’s side of the wardrobe, Dave suspicion grew -he sighs in distress wondering what to do . “Breakfast is ready !” Dave sits on the dinner table anxiously. He offered Lisha the first bite of the toasted bread and first sip of the tea. Lisha was very puzzled about what is happening. “Why are you feeding me all of a sudden ?”. “You are my wife after all so you should eat first”. It was a Saturday and Lisha was heavy hence she was asked not to come to work until she gives birth and she’s fit and healthy . Normally Dave would leave to drink out however that specific day he never left the house to observe every move of Lisha, he even threw away his 2 cans of beer he had in the fridge in fear of being poisoned. Awkwardness rushed through the couple like they were ready to attack an enemy, just waiting for the right time and right moment.Dave stared at Lisha, her words still echoing in his mind.“Marry me.”“Why are you so bent on this marriage thing?” Dave finally asked, his voice low, almost guarded. “Why would you even offer something like that?”Lisha didn’t hesitate.“I’m doing it for myself.”Dave frowned, confusion pulling at his features. “That doesn’t make sense.”“It doesn’t have to make sense to you,” she replied calmly.She stepped closer.“You don’t have money,” she said bluntly. “You have no business. No income. No stability.”Each word landed like a measured strike. Dave’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t interrupt.“You can try,” Lisha continued. “You can struggle, hustle, sacrifice—but if it involves business…”Her eyes locked onto his.“I will destroy it.”“Because I can,” she added. “I am Lisha Cross.”“And if I decide you fail…” she continued softly, “you will fail.”Dave looked away briefly, anger flickering—but this time, it didn’t explode.“Marry me—or don’t even marry me legally. I don’t care about
One evening, sitting beside Adia’s hospital bed while she gently rocked their baby, Dave finally spoke what had been weighing on him.“We need to plan the baby shower,” he said quietly.Adia looked up, surprised—but her face softened instantly. “We don’t have to rush it…”“I want to,” Dave interrupted gently. “You deserve it. She deserves it.”Adia smiled, but she knew him well enough to see the strain behind his determination.“You don’t have to do this alone,” she said.The next day, Dave stood in front of his mother’s house, hesitating before knocking.Gladys opened the door before he could.“Mom…” he began, his voice slightly heavy. “I need help.”She didn’t even let him finish.“You should have said that sooner,” she replied, pulling him into a brief embrace.Later, sitting together with Sarah, Dave explained everything—the baby shower, the costs, his promise to repay them once he was back on his feet.Gladys waved him off almost immediately.“Pay me back?” she scoffed lightly. “
The first thing Adia felt was warmth as her fingers twitched slightly against the hospital sheets as her eyelids fluttered open, heavy from the weight of everything her body had endured. The world came back slowly—blurred lights, quiet beeping machines, and voices… familiar voices.“Adia?” Dave’s voice came first, fragile but filled with hope.Her gaze shifted, still unfocused—until it found him. And then everything rushed back.Her breathing hitched.“Dave…” she whispered, her voice weak.“I’m here,” he said quickly, stepping closer, his hand wrapping around hers like he would never let go again.“She’s awake!” Sarah exclaimed, her relief spilling over as she wiped her tears. Gladys stood beside her, a rare softness on her face.Before Adia could even gather her thoughts a nurse stepped forward and placed something in her arms. Something small. Something precious.Adia froze. Her eyes widened as she looked down at her baby. A tiny, fragile, beautiful baby girl wrapped carefully in a
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed softly, but to Dave, everything felt unbearably loud.Lisha’s words still echoed in his mind.*Marry me.*It wasn’t just a proposal—it was a transaction. A lifeline wrapped in conditions. A future bought at the cost of his present.“I’ll give you everything back,” she had said. “More than you lost. Adia will live well. The child will never suffer.”Dave stared at her, disbelief turning into something sharper—anger.“How can you even say that?” he rebuked, his voice low but firm. “You think I would trade my wife like she’s nothing? Like she’s a burden I can just replace?”Lisha didn’t flinch, but something in her eyes dimmed.“This is not about replacing her,” she said calmly. “It’s about survival.”“No,” Dave shook his head, stepping back. “This is about control. And I’m not yours to control.”Silence stretched between them. For a moment, it almost seemed like she would argue—but instead, she simply nodded.“Think about it,” she s
Lisha’s mansion felt larger than it ever had before.Her heels echoed against the marble floors as she walked through the silent corridors, each step a reminder that there was no one waiting, no laughter, no warmth—only memories that refused to fade. She had chosen this. Chosen to leave. Chosen to let go. But letting go did not mean she had stopped feeling.The next morning, she returned to work. Lisha buried herself in meetings, contracts, and decisions that demanded sharpness instead of emotion. Her voice was steady, her posture unshaken—but beneath it all simmered something dangerous.Anger not at Adia or Dave but at herself… for still caring.When the investors gathered that afternoon to discuss their ongoing support for Dave’s bakery, *Love Ava*, Lisha didn’t hesitate.“I want all funding withdrawn,” she said coldly, her fingers laced together on the polished table.The room fell silent.One of the investors shifted. “But the project is already in progress. Pulling out now would—
The last of the guests left in hushed tones, as though the house itself had demanded silence after the chaos. The laughter, the music, the warmth—it all dissolved into an uneasy stillness that clung to the walls.Only three people remained.Sarah stood quietly near the sink, her frail hands resting against the counter as if grounding herself. Gladys lingered by the doorway, arms folded, her expression unreadable.And Adia…Adia stood in the middle of it all. Then suddenly—she laughed. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t joyful. It was sharp. Hollow. Almost unrecognizable.“You were right,” she said, her voice trembling beneath the laughter as she turned to Gladys. “You told me… not to let Lisha stay in my house.”Gladys shifted uncomfortably but said nothing.Adia wiped her tears, though they kept falling anyway. “I thought you were just being harsh. I thought… I was doing the right thing.”Her voice cracked.“But look now.”She let out another broken laugh, clutching her stomach instinctively
In several years the evening used to be the loudest time in their house.Ava’s giggles bouncing off the walls. Dave chasing her around the couch. Lisha reading bedtime stories in dramatic voices that made Ava laugh so hard she couldn’t breathe.But lately, the house had grown… quiet.Too quiet.---
Husband and wife still debating on who should eat the food first , Lisha decided to clear all suspicion by eating first hence Dave finally ate his breakfast with relief. Later in the day Lisha took that small bottle tha she was given by Akua , measured with a teaspoon and drank it. “You know the d
The delivery room had gone quiet in that strange, sacred way it sometimes does after chaos. Machines still hummed. Nurses moved softly. But the storm had passed. A new sound filled the air.A baby’s cry.Lisha lay back against the pillows, hair damp, chest rising and falling like she had just climb
All through the night Dave and Lisha thought of plans to destroy each other.Dave had reached a conclusion.“If you want something done right, hire a professional.” Dave proudly thought to himself. After three online searches, two suspicious phone calls, and one man who might actually have been a pl







