This chapter explores the aftermath of Divine and Ronald's breakup, their journeys, and the emergence of Tola as a significant player in their intertwined fates. It delves into Divine's newfound resilience, her pursuit of justice, and the simmering tension between her and Tola. The collision of their lives sets the stage for a confrontation with far-reaching consequences.
Dee's Point of View: Growing up without my father was a void I carried for years. It wasn't until recently that I finally embarked on a quest to find him, to unravel the missing pieces of my identity. During my final year of high school, fate intervened, leading me to my father's doorstep. Ronald, of all people, unwittingly played a role in revealing the truth that had eluded me for so long. This past week has been a whirlwind of emotions, ranging from the highest to the lowest. Meeting my father for the first time was both exhilarating and terrifying. It dredged up feelings I never knew existed and shed light on the actions that had shaped my life—actions that were both protective and questionable, yet somehow understandable. My upbringing was defined by my firm, independent mother, who instilled in me the values of self-sufficiency, education, and self-preservation. Her teachings propelled me forward, encouraging me to explore the world and stand independently. Yet, beneath the su
I paced anxiously outside the doctor's office, trying to make sense of the unfolding situation. How did everything spiral out of control so quickly? I couldn't wrap my head around the events that led to Divine being rushed to the hospital. Finally, the doctor emerged, and I wasted no time bombarding him with questions. I needed answers to understand what had happened to the woman I loved. "What seems to be the problem with her, Doctor Jones?" I asked, my voice trembling with worry. The doctor sighed, clearly concerned. "Well, I've conducted some tests, and it appears she's pregnant. But I'm trying to determine the cause of her current condition." Should we wait for her to wake up and provide more information?" I suggested, desperately hoping for some clarity. The doctor shook his head. "She needs rest. I've administered medication to help her sleep. We'll have to rely on you for more details." Reluctantly, I realized I had no choice but to share what I knew. The doctor needed the
As consciousness gradually reasserted itself, I found myself ensconced in the sterile environment of a hospital room. The low murmurs of medical professionals drifted around me, their words a distant blur against the backdrop of my fragmented thoughts. My last coherent memory was the heart-wrenching image of my father's tragic demise, a surreal and painfully vivid reality. Struggling to make sense of my surroundings, I strained to eavesdrop on the hushed conversations of the medical staff. Their deliberations centred around medication and treatment plans, their significance clouded by my groggy state. As the haze began to lift, I summoned the strength to address the doctor who stood by my bedside, seeking clarity amidst the fog of my confusion. "What's happening?" I managed to croak, my voice feeble yet tinged with urgency. The doctor's demeanour shifted from concern to sympathy and relief as he responded, "You've been through quite an ordeal, Divine. But rest assured, the procedure
Ronald's POV: Ever since Dee was admitted to the hospital, my mind has been consumed with thoughts of how life would be without her. She's more than just someone I care about; she's become an essential part of my world. Despite the complexities of our situation, her absence feels like a void that can't be filled. With Tola in the mix, I'm balancing on a tightrope, trying to keep everyone happy while holding onto my sanity. Dee occupies my thoughts relentlessly. She's on my left, slipping away like sand through my fingers. I can't force her to stay, nor can I mend the wounds I've inflicted on her heart. It's as if she's not just pulling away from me but from the essence of the love we once shared. Our connection and intimacy are all dissipating, leaving me with a hollow ache that I can't escape. On my right stands Tola, a woman who once held my heart but now struggles to maintain her grip. Her efforts to keep us together are futile, for my heart belongs to someone else, someone who i
A few weeks later. ...Divine's pov.I have weeks since I came back home but I still don’t feel like home. Tola and her children are around the house. Everything feels wrong. I kinds feel like I am getting in between a happy family. Ron does enjoy being a father to his children. He sure will be a good father to put children as well.The only problem with him is that he’s always away working. I just hope that this week won’t be the same as last week when Ron was away. I am sick of fighting. I haven’t told Ron what Tola did to me because I feel like it’s not my place to tell. I just hope he finds put soon.Last week flashbacks.As I was sitting on the couch with my legs crossing over the other side, Tola's child came and set on top of my legs.“Baby, please don’t sit on top of my legs. I know you like this couch but will you please sit on the other one?” I spoke to the little me
I found myself trapped in a whirlwind of frustration and desperation. Every ounce of my being was consumed by the need to win Ronald's affection, but my efforts had been in vain. Divine's unexpected return had shattered the carefully crafted plans I had laid out to secure my future with Ronald, and it tore me apart to witness him being drawn back into her arms. Resentment burned within me, fueled by the belief that the Divine was an obstacle between me and the love I deserved. Despite my relentless attempts to win him over, I couldn't comprehend why Ronald was so infatuated with her. Doubt seeped into my thoughts, making me question the power and effectiveness of my manipulations. Were my actions simply not potent enough to sway Ronald's heart? A wave of realisation crashed over me, and I was forced to confront the harsh truth—I needed to let go of the children I had used as pawns in my desperate game. They had served their purpose as tools to gain Ronald's attention, but now they on
Ron's Perspective... Three hours ago, Divine and I were in a state of sheer terror. She had blood staining her back, and I felt utterly helpless, not knowing how to ease her pain. We knew that the only way to get answers about what had happened was by rushing to the hospital and seeking help. Upon arriving at the hospital, the staff immediately sprang into action, recognizing the urgency of Divine's condition. She was swiftly taken to the emergency room, leaving me behind to anxiously await any news or updates. I sat there, my heart pounding, desperately hoping for positive news. But when the female doctor approached me with a somber expression and shook her head, my worst fears were confirmed. The loss of our baby was devastating, a blow that seemed to shatter my soul. In that moment, all I could think of was Divine. I didn't want to hear the details from the doctor; I could already see the sorrow etched on her face. I pleaded with her, hoping beyond hope that Divine was safe and
Tola's pov...Hours have gone by but they have not returned from the hospital. I have tried to sleep, eat, bath, but still, they have not yet returned. What could have been keeping them to come back?I just hope that Dee's child didn't survive. If the child survives, I will lose everything. I can't afford to lose everything. I have come too far to back down. Even if I had I chance to go back, I would. The kind of people I am mixed up with is fucked up. They want Dee and I want my Ronald.......I walk around the room trying to find answers but still, don't find a single thing. I take my phone on top of the table and call my leader."Tola, you know very well that you are not allowed to call me. Unless it's fundamental." The deep voice at the end of the call replies."I know boss, but I am into a deep problem!" Tola replies troubled."You will not raise you