Chapter Twenty Three

Emelda was disordered; she was not focused. At all. Since Ben left her office, she had been deeply remorseful for what she had done. Was her sanity still intact? She was asking herself.

The other day she had left very early on Sunday morning to see Ben. And she knew what she wanted. She saw the surprise on his face when she entered his room as if being pursued by an unknown spirit, and in a twinkle of an eye started smooching him.

The pleasure was interrupted though; they couldn’t finish what they started. And she was full of guilt thereafter. She had left home that day full of regrets.

The memories were incomplete but she could still remember that it didn’t stop there.

Something happened some days after. It took place at her home and it was the day Ben visited. She just didn’t plan for it. But how long would she have endured?

It was all her fault, or was it Donald’s? She didn’t know whom to blame. She had restricted him from touching her since he hadn’t paid for her bride price