WOMB ON TRIAL
EPISODE 2
I could barely sleep that night. My mind replayed the meeting over and over like a nightmare on repeat. The looks on their faces, the venom in their voices—bãrren women, other options.
Emeka lay beside me, his back turned, his breathing steady. How could he sleep so peacefully after what happened today? I turned to him, staring at his motionless form in the dim light of our bedroom.
"Emeka," I whispered.
He didn't respond.
I placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him gently. "Emeka, are you awake?"
A sigh escaped his lips before he turned slightly. "What is it, Nkechi?" His voice was tired, irritated.
"What happened today… why didn't you defend me?" My voice cracked, but I fought to keep my emotions in check.
His silence was deafening.
"Emeka," I pushed further, my pulse quickening. "Do you agree with them?"
He sat up abruptly, running a hand over his face. "Nkechi, this is how things are done in my family. You knew this."
My breath caught. "Knew what? That my womb would be a topic for discussion? That my worth would be measured by a male child I haven’t even had yet?"
He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "You're overreacting."
I stared at him in disbelief. "Overreacting? Your mother practically told me that if I don’t give birth to a boy, I have no place here!"
He didn’t deny it. He just lay back down, turning his back to me again.
The lump in my throat burned. I wanted to scream, to shake him, to make him understand the weight of what was happening. But I did nothing. I just lay there, eyes wide open, feeling more alone than I had ever felt in my life.
Then, just as sleep threatened to pull me under, I heard something.
Emeka's voice.
It was faint, almost a whisper.
I turned slightly, realizing he was on the phone.
"Yes, Mama," he murmured. "I understand… I'm on your side. But I can’t rush her… No, no, she won’t suspect anything. She thinks I’m neutral."
The room began to spin. My heart pounded so loudly I feared he would hear it.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to steady my breathing.
I was married to a man who was pretending to be my ally while plotting against me with his family.
My hands clenched into fists beneath the covers.
I had to get out of here. But first, I needed to know exactly what they were planning.
TO BE CONTINUED.... ✍️✍️✍️✍️
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WOMB ON TRIAL
EPISODE 2
I could barely sleep that night. My mind replayed the meeting over and over like a nightmare on repeat. The looks on their faces, the venom in their voices—bãrren women, other options.
Emeka lay beside me, his back turned, his breathing steady. How could he sleep so peacefully after what happened today? I turned to him, staring at his motionless form in the dim light of our bedroom.
"Emeka," I whispered.
He didn't respond.
I placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him gently. "Emeka, are you awake?"
A sigh escaped his lips before he turned slightly. "What is it, Nkechi?" His voice was tired, irritated.
"What happened today… why didn't you defend me?" My voice cracked, but I fought to keep my emotions in check.
His silence was deafening.
"Emeka," I pushed further, my pulse quickening. "Do you agree with them?"
He sat up abruptly, running a hand over his face. "Nkechi, this is how things are done in my family. You knew this."
My breath caught. "Knew what? That my womb would be a topic for discussion? That my worth would be measured by a male child I haven’t even had yet?"
He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "You're overreacting."
I stared at him in disbelief. "Overreacting? Your mother practically told me that if I don’t give birth to a boy, I have no place here!"
He didn’t deny it. He just lay back down, turning his back to me again.
The lump in my throat burned. I wanted to scream, to shake him, to make him understand the weight of what was happening. But I did nothing. I just lay there, eyes wide open, feeling more alone than I had ever felt in my life.
Then, just as sleep threatened to pull me under, I heard something.
Emeka's voice.
It was faint, almost a whisper.
I turned slightly, realizing he was on the phone.
"Yes, Mama," he murmured. "I understand… I'm on your side. But I can’t rush her… No, no, she won’t suspect anything. She thinks I’m neutral."
The room began to spin. My heart pounded so loudly I feared he would hear it.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to steady my breathing.
I was married to a man who was pretending to be my ally while plotting against me with his family.
My hands clenched into fists beneath the covers.
I had to get out of here. But first, I needed to know exactly what they were planning.
TO BE CONTINUED.... ✍️✍️✍️✍️
#catalystboost #Storytelling #virals #story #storytime