Todos los capítulos de Untamed: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

CHAPTER ONEI sat in his office and cried my eyes out, desperate for help. My semester fees were still unpaid, which meant I couldn’t register for any courses. I hadn’t slept properly in days, the dark shadows under my eyes were proof enough. I had been everywhere, asking everyone, but every door had closed.My lecturer, Dr. Yeboah, cleared his throat, looking uneasy, as though vulnerability was a language he didn’t speak.“Why are you crying?” he asked, a hint of concern breaking through his usual reserve.I wiped the tears streaming down my face with the back of my hand. “I need help, Doctor. My mother passed away just before I entered university, and the friend who took me in is now bankrupt. I can’t pay my fees… I can’t register this semester.” My voice trembled as I spoke, soft sobs punctuating my words.“Raquel, your father, can’t he help?” he asked, his brow furrowed.I lifted my head. “I never had a father. I don’t even know what he looks like.”The truth that I was completel

Two weeks had passed since I first laid eyes on Michael. My husband mentioned he was traveling around the country, reconnecting with extended family and childhood friends. I couldn't say I was anything less than relieved. With him gone, the house had settled back into its familiar, gentle rhythm. I was finally enjoying the peaceful atmosphere again, a sense of normalcy I had feared was permanently disrupted.Given our last explosive encounter, the idea of a normal mother-son relationship was a fantasy. Who was I kidding? He would never see me as a maternal figure not with barely a handful of years between us. I hadn’t signed up for this silent war when I married Kwame, but perhaps it was an inevitable price for the happiness I’d found.My thoughts were shattered by a familiar, impatient knocking on the bathroom door. “Hurry up, honey, or I’m going to be late for my lecture!”“I’m almost done! Just a second!” I shouted back, quickly rinsing my face.I wasn’t attending his class today,

Raquel, is everything alright?” Nelly’s voice cut through my daze, her playful tone now edged with real concern. “You’re acting strange.”Her fingers tapped a light, insistent rhythm on my shoulder. “Hello? Who is that? Cat got your tongue?”I finally managed to unstick my throat. “Nelly, that is Frank.”“Which Frank?” she pressed, leaning closer to the window for a better look.“How many Franks have we personally known?” I retorted, my eyes still glued to the figure now confidently approaching our front door.She gasped, pulling back to stare at me. “Wait a minute. Don’t tell me you’re talking about Frank Asamoah. Your ex-boyfriend. The guy who shattered your heart into a million pieces during our final year?” She searched my face for confirmation, her own filling with disbelief.“Yep,” I breathed out, the word sounding hollow. “That’s him.”“I remember when you first met him,” Nelly murmured, her gaze drifting back to the window, a nostalgic smile touching her lips. “That vacation e