Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Tears Of A Chaste Woman: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Ami’s POVIdara’s words cut deep, like thorns pressing into my skin. Without thinking, I stepped away from her. She didn’t just see the hurt on my face, she understood it in the way I pulled away from her embrace. My heart felt crushed. Seeing her a few minutes ago used to be a comfort. Now, it wasn’t. I said nothing and walked out of the room, determined not to cry in front of her again. It was frustrating how easily doubt crept into my mind, making me question everything.As I stepped outside and headed to the back of the house, I noticed something I hadn’t before, a fence, and a small gate. The back of the house was quiet and everyone was inside. I stared at the small gate, my chest tightening with the urge to run. Run far away. Away from Idara. Away from this place. Away from someone I had thought wanted to help me. But where would I go? This wasn’t my home. I didn’t know this state, these people. I had no money to return to my village. And Lagos? That was no longer an option. Mrs

Ami’s POV“Ami, it’s been four months now, and you still won’t sleep with me. What more do you need? I’ve paid almost a hundred thousand naira of your debt. I even stopped sleeping with the other pregnant women two months ago, you can see that for yourself. In case you don’t know, I pay Madam All-Weather for your daily meals. What else do you want from me? I love you. I’ve never met anyone like you, you’ve changed the way I think. Please, let’s be together. I don’t even mind marrying you, even with another man’s child.”Those were Raphael’s words every evening as he pulled me aside whenever he came. Apart from Raphael’s persisting words, there was also a significant change in the house we were living in. The house has been fully fenced, and a gateman controlled who came and went. Life here had completely changed in the past four months, a kind of life I had never imagined. A life where young women willingly sold their own babies for money. Every week, at least one pregnant woman arri

Solomon’s POVIf Ami knew what her disappearance had done to me, she wouldn’t have thought of leaving. How am I supposed to pay off my huge debt? A debt I got myself into by investing people’s money in a new crypto coin that eventually crashed. This was an unexpected but golden opportunity to free myself from the burden I was too ashamed to talk about. I felt like crying, this was worse than anything I had ever faced. The only thing giving me hope was the thought of Ami finding her way into Osagie’s house. But my heart pounded with fear.As I sat on the stool in my small one-bedroom apartment, a place I had never shown Ami because I feared she might tell her mother how miserable my life in Lagos was, my phone rang. My first thought was that it was one of the investors calling to ask about their money. The call ended, but a few seconds later, my phone rang again. This time, I pulled it out of my pocket. It was Ami’s mother. My heart skipped a beat. She must have been waiting for my cal

Ami's POV:I can’t explain it, it was beyond words. From the moment I left my baby boy at home with Jovita, my heart wouldn’t stop racing. It was an awful, gnawing feeling, like a storm Looming in my chest. Every time my breast milk began to flow, my mind spiraled: Is Odion crying right now? Are they feeding him? Or are they just leaving him alone, helpless and forgotten? The questions clawed at me, relentless and unanswerable.I felt like I was losing my mind, muttering to myself as I balanced a large bowl of drinks and water on my head, my little girl strapped tightly to my back. If only I could find a way to scrape together the nearly seven hundred thousand naira I owed, I would have handed it over in a heartbeat. But how? The amount was staggering, and I didn’t even know how "Madam All-Whether" had conjured it up. I was too scared to ask, too afraid of her icy glare and the way her lips curled when she spoke of my debt. It wasn’t just the money she’d given to the two men I had onc

Ami’s povA mother's worst nightmare is the death of her child. No mother would ever wish for her child to die, but the pain of losing my boy was worse than death itself. I couldn't stop crying as they gently pulled me into the vehicle. I was the last person to leave Madam All-weather's house. My voice echoed in the air as I screamed,"Where is my Odion? Where is my Odion?! You're taking me away from my child. Why are you doing this to me? Please, I want my baby. He's in that room. I left him there!" I pointed.The officers tried to comfort me with soft words, hoping I would calm down and follow them, but all I wanted was my baby. If this was a dream, I begged to wake up from it. The other young women were already gone, but these men stayed behind, patiently trying to persuade me."Young woman, we are going to find your baby. We promise you that..."But they didn't know the kind of woman Madam All-weather was. She must have sold my baby. The thought alone broke me, and I burst into fr