WOMB ON TRIAL EPISODE 3: I didn’t sleep after that. How could I? My own husband—my supposed protector—was conspiring against me. Each word from his phone call replayed in my mind like a cruel echo. "She won’t suspect anything." But I did. And now, I had to find out what they were planning before it was too late. By the time Emeka drifted into a deep sleep, his phone was still beside him, unlocked. I hesitated. I had never invaded his privacy before, but this wasn’t about privacy. This was about survival. Slowly, I reached for the phone and scrolled through his call logs. The last call had been with Mama. My fingers trembled as I clicked on their messages. Mama: She’s taking too long. It’s time for the next step. Emeka: I’ll talk to her, but we have to be careful. She’s already suspicious. Mama: Then stop wasting time. The girl is ready. We can’t delay any longer. I froze. "The girl is ready?" I scrolled up frantically, my breath hitching. Then, I saw it. A name I didn’t recognize—Chisom. There were pictures. A beautiful young woman, smiling shyly, dressed in traditional attire. My stomach twisted. "They had already chosen my replacement." A wave of nausea hit me, and I barely made it to the bathroom before emptying my stomach. The realization crashed over me like a tidal wave—I was being erased. Wiping my mouth, I gripped the sink, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were red, my face pale. The woman looking back at me wasn’t the same Nkechi who had walked into this marriage full of hope. "I can’t stay here." But leaving wasn’t just about packing a bag and walking away. I knew my family would never support a divorce. And Emeka’s family? They wouldn’t let me leave quietly. I had to be smart. Taking one last look at my sleeping husband, I made a silent vow. "You think I don’t suspect anything, Emeka? Watch me." I was going to find out everything they were planning. And when I did, I would make sure I was the one who decided how this story ended. TO BE CONTINUED...✍️✍️✍️ #catalystboost #storytelling #virals #story #storytime #trendingpost

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

WOMB ON TRIAL EPISODE 1: I think I made a mistake choosing Emeka. Or maybe the mistake was marrying into this family. If only I had seen the signs earlier… if only I had listened to my instincts. But love has a way of blinding you, making you believe that all will be well. I should have known something was wrong when my mother-in-law smiled too much at our wedding. That was not the smile of a mother welcoming a daughter—it was the smile of a queen who had just acquired a servant. Now, here I sit in the middle of a family meeting, feeling like a criminal on trial. I glance at Emeka, silently begging him to say something, anything. But he stares at the floor like a child being scolded. “Nkechi,” my mother-in-law’s voice is sharp, dragging my attention back to her. “It has been two years, yet we see no sign of a child. What exactly is the problem?” I swallow hard. I had heard the rumors—how women in this family are expected to bear a son within the first two years of marriage. But I never imagined they would actually summon me like this, like a disobedient child. “I—I believe God’s time is the best,” I stammer. My sisters-in-law scoff. One of them, Ifeoma, leans forward. “That’s what barren women say.” A cold chill runs through my spine. Barren? The word stings like acid. I look at Emeka again, hoping, praying for him to say something. But he remains silent. His mother smirks, as if enjoying my humiliation. “Listen carefully, Nkechi,” she continues. “In this family, a woman secures her place by giving birth to a male child. If you cannot do that, then we must consider… other options.” A suffocating silence fills the room. I feel my heartbeat in my throat. Other options? What does she mean? “Let’s give her a little more time,” Emeka finally speaks. For a second, relief washes over me—until I realize his voice lacks conviction. He is not defending me. He is only delaying their judgment. As I sit there, my mind screams at me. Run, Nkechi. Run while you still can. But where will I go? TO BE CONTINUED...✍️✍️✍️✍️ #storytelling #virals #trendingpost #catalystboost #story #storytime

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The Smiling Storyteller, In a small village nestled in the rolling hills of a far-off land, there lived a young man named Kiddbena. Despite being born into a poor family, Kiddbena's face was always aglow with a warm, radiant smile. As a child, Kiddbena had known the pangs of hunger and the sting of poverty. But instead of letting his circumstances define him, he chose to rise above them. He found solace in the ancient art of storytelling, weaving tales that transported his listeners to far-off lands and fantastical worlds. Kiddbena's stories were not just mere fantasies, but also reflections of his own life experiences. He spoke of struggles and triumphs, of sorrow and joy, and of the resilience of the human spirit. His tales were infused with a deep sense of empathy and compassion, born from his own struggles and hardships. One day, a severe drought struck the land, and the village was plagued by famine and thirst. Many of the villagers grew despondent, their faces etched with worry and fear. But not Kiddbena. Despite the dire circumstances, he continued to smile, his eyes twinkling with warmth and kindness. As the villagers gathered around him, Kiddbena began to spin a tale of hope and perseverance. He spoke of a magical spring that flowed with crystal-clear water, of a land where crops grew tall and green, and of a people who laughed and loved in the face of adversity. As Kiddbena's story unfolded, the villagers' faces began to brighten, their eyes sparkling with renewed hope. They laughed and clapped, their spirits lifted by the young storyteller's words. And though the drought eventually passed, and the village was restored to its former glory, Kiddbena's smile remained, a beacon of hope and joy in the face of adversity. The Moral lessions: 1. The power of positivity: Kiddbena's smile and positive attitude helped to uplift those around him, even in the darkest of times. 2. The importance of empathy: Kiddbena's stories were infused with a deep sense of empathy and compassion, born from his own struggles and hardships. 3. The impact of kindness: Kiddbena's kindness and warmth helped to bring hope and joy to those around him, creating a ripple effect of positivity. As we reflect on Kiddbena's story, let us remember the value of smiling in the face of adversity, of empathizing with those around us, and of spreading kindness and joy wherever we go.

The Sunshine Storyteller kidebena. Kiddbena sat at his desk, fingers flying across the keyboard as he crafted his latest tale. As a writer, web designer, and storyteller, he took pride in spinning yarns that transported his audience to magical worlds. But Kiddbena's passion went beyond just storytelling. He derived immense joy from making those around him smile and laugh. Whether it was a clever quip, a witty joke, or a hilarious anecdote, Kiddbena's goal was to bring sunshine into the lives of those he met. One gloomy afternoon, as the rain poured outside, Kiddbena's neighbor, Mrs. Jenkins, knocked on his door. She looked troubled, her eyes clouded with worry. Kiddbena invited her in and offered a warm cup of tea. As they sipped their tea, Kiddbena began to spin a tale of adventure, magic, and laughter. Mrs. Jenkins' eyes sparkled, and soon she was chuckling, then giggling, and finally, laughing out loud. The rain outside seemed to fade into the background as Kiddbena's story transported Mrs. Jenkins to a brighter world. As she left his apartment, her face was aglow with a warm smile. "Thank you, Kiddbena," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "You're a sunshine storyteller, bringing light into our lives on even the gloomiest days." Kiddbena beamed with pride, knowing he'd made a difference in someone's life. As he returned to his writing desk, he felt inspired to craft even more tales that would spread joy and laughter to all who heard them. Follow pasaionate pen on facebook that is my page