LOGINLisha 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.Despite the rich aroma that had taken over the entire floor no one bought anything, not a single croissant…not a single muffin.People passed by the display, slowed down… looked…And then—“Just coffee, please.”Again.And again.And again.Dave noticed but he stayed quiet, leaning casually against the counter, pretending not to care until someone finally said it out loud.A man in line chuckled, loud enough for others to hear.“If his coffee was that bad…” he shrugged, smirking, “what do you think the baking tastes like?”A few people laughed under their breath.Another added, “Smells can lie, you know.”Dave exhaled slowly through his nose. Dave remained composed but the excitement from earlier dimmed—just a little.The cafeteria doors opened and silence followed. Lisha walked in. Not passing by. Not sending Clara. Not avoiding the crowd like she always did.She walked in and stayed. Heads turned instantly. Forks paused mid-air. Conversations died without warning.“She… she’s eati
The machines arrived before sunrise. Dave was already awake. Not just awake—ready.There was an energy in him that hadn’t been there in a long time. He moved faster, lighter, almost as if something inside him had finally aligned with who he used to be.When he stepped out, Lisha was already there, watching him with quiet amusement.“You’re smiling this early?” she said. “That’s new.”Dave didn’t even try to hide it. “Today’s a big day.”Lisha tilted her head slightly. “You look like a child on his birthday.”Dave laughed softly, shaking his head. “You don’t get it.”“Then explain it to me,” she said.He paused for a moment, then spoke more sincerely.“This… this is the first time in a while I feel like I can actually do something. Not just exist. Not just… survive.” He looked at her. “So yeah—it means a lot.”Something in his tone made her expression soften.“You’re welcome,” she said quietly.Dave nodded, grateful. “Thank you, Lisha. Really.”They left together. And as they walked in
Dave counted the days without meaning to.Each morning felt like a step closer to something he had been craving—not just purpose, but identity. The baking machines. Until then, reality humbled him.His first official day behind the counter was… far from impressive.“I asked for a latte, not a life decision,” one customer muttered after taking a sip.Another simply stared at the cup, then at Dave, and said, “Are you experimenting on us?”Dave forced a smile through it all, nodding politely, apologizing more times than he could count.Behind him, one of the staff whispered, “Too much foam,” while another quietly took over a drink he had just made. But he didn’t quit.By the third day, something shifted.“Less water, more control,” one coworker guided, standing beside him.“Watch the pour,” another added. “Feel it, don’t fight it.”They were patient, surprisingly so. And Dave listened—carefully, humbly, learning with every mistake. Each bad cup became a better one. Each complaint became
Lisha barely slept that night. Morning couldn’t come fast enough. The idea of finally pulling Dave into her world—not as a guest, but as part of it—brought a quiet excitement she didn’t bother to question.Dave, on the other hand, woke before dawn.He stood in front of the mirror longer than usual, adjusting his suit, smoothing out invisible creases. It felt unfamiliar—too polished, too distant from the man he used to be. When he stepped out, Lisha was already waiting.“Early,” she noted.Dave gave a small smile. “Didn’t want to be late on my first day.”For a brief moment, something like approval passed through her eyes.“Let’s go.”The drive was quiet, but not uncomfortable. There was a strange shift between them—less tension, more… alignment.As they stepped out of the car, Dave glanced down at himself and chuckled lightly.“I feel like a rich man in this suit,” he teased.Lisha smirked faintly. “You look the part.”But the moment they entered everything changed. Heads turned and c
Lisha was not a woman who missed details. She had been watching Dave closely for days. The way he moved through the house without purpose.The long silences.The distant look in his eyes whenever he thought no one was paying attention.One afternoon, she found him seated in the living room, staring blankly at nothing in particular.“Dave,” she called gently.He looked up, slightly startled. “Yeah?”“Come,” she said, gesturing toward the sitting area. “Let’s talk.”There was something different in her tone—less commanding, more… human. Dave hesitated for a moment before joining her.For a while, neither of them spoke. Then Lisha broke the silence.“You’re not settling in,” she said plainly.It wasn’t a question. Dave let out a quiet breath, rubbing his hands together.“I’m trying,” he replied. “It’s just… different.”“Different how?”He paused. And for the first time since moving in, he didn’t filter himself completely.“I miss them,” he admitted quietly.Lisha didn’t interrupt.“Adia…
Days turned into weeks, and yet nothing felt settled.For Gladys and Sarah, confusion slowly hardened into certainty—certainty that there was only one person responsible for the destruction of what once looked like a perfect family.Lisha.Gladys visited Dave more often than usual, sitting across from him in the quiet house that no longer felt like a home.“Talk to me, my son,” she would plead gently. “This is not you. You don’t walk away from love like this.”But Dave had perfected silence. Every answer he gave was short, careful, and empty of truth.“I’m doing what’s best,” he would say.And each time, Gladys would leave more unconvinced than before.Across town, Sarah tried just as hard.Adia sat with Ava in her arms, her face calm but distant, as Sarah spoke with a mixture of frustration and heartbreak.“This is not the girl I raised,” Sarah said one afternoon. “You don’t give up like this. You don’t just let someone take your life away.”Adia forced a faint smile.“It’s already g







