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PART VI " What exactly prompted this attack, could it have been the news of the pregnancy, maybe the excitement was too much for his fragile heart?" Doctor Wilfred asked me. "Exactly, he doesn't want the pregnancy" My heart hit at me like a punch as I told that heavy lie. "He was even suggesting I aborted the pregnancy" I summoned all the confidence to tell even more lies. One thing about evil is that it requires another evil to cover the shame that comes with it so I wondered how long I was going to cover up my evil deed with much lies. " What?, you both have been searching for this for 15 years, what do you mean your husband doesn't want the pregnancy, is he not the father of the child? You of all people cannot sleep with another."   Doctor Wilfred said with so much trust in me. I almost burst out in tears. I wouldn't blame him, no one would have imagined that the anointed singer, Grace, would ever commit adultery and w...

                                         PART V I was helpless and was at that spot for more than 10 minutes analyzing what my best option was. With hands like jelly, I picked up my phone and saw myself dialing Fabian's number. He was the only person I could think of calling.  It rang once and he picked, just as though he has been expecting the call anxiously; "So? What is your conclusion?"  He said with the most wicked, emotionless voice I have ever heard from him. " Festus is dying" I summoned all the strength to say it.  "You did it? What did you use? Rat poison? I knew you won't disappoint me, I will be on my way right now, to help you finish it up. We will make his death clean without implicating you."   I couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth and for the first time, it seemed like for the first time, I saw the wolf in the l...

                                                                   PART IV That night gave birth to the new me. It was the night that christened me "adulterer". I tried all I could to pretend all was well when I got back to Festus, my good husband, but the scar was there and obviously it was a secret that I had decided to conceal forever.   Should I have told my husband about it this injustice I have done against our union? No, Never! Or maybe, I wasn't sure what I should do. What became of this evil was bitter sweet. My husband was so elated. He received this bitter-sweet news with so much ecstasy. He grabbed his chest in surprise and shock, but with great delight. He stole a glance at me, in his eyes I saw extreme happiness and joy, he sang praises to God and danced in the doctor's office, I was...

                                         PART III Funny enough, that day started as a normal day. I had an invitation to minister in South Africa. As the norm, Fabian my special keyboardist went with me. The ministration was electrifying. I retired to my hotel room 401 to rest, just then... "Grace, I am bored...can I come over"... those were the words that handed my back to the bed. Fabian came, we started with deep emotional talks and graduated to appreciating each other's body...  " Grace, do you know you have the cutest lips ever, they are so small but beautiful,little wonder it produces sweet melody..."  That gave way to deep looks and eventually, kisses. In forty minutes, the predicted had happened. Fabian had gotten what he wanted, and disappointingly, it was nothing exceptional. To say the truth, my husband was better...  Right from that moment...

                                                                  PART II The situation I was being faced with was like holding the face of a two-edged sword. I got into a marriage in which there were so many issues, conditions, circumstances beyond my power. Have you ever heard of "early marriage"?  I was from an extremely poor home. Poverty made me sell myself out for marriage at the tender age of 17. I had a mother who was diagnosed of diabetes and three younger ones. Two girls and a boy. It was inevitably my responsibility to take care of them all. If I must be opened here, presumably, I never felt love until I met Fabian, my sweet, divinely blessed keyboardist.  Even the heavens could testify for me that it was the first time I felt anything like "love." Don't get me wrong, it wasn't infatuation...