Her eyes were swollen and her heart was heavy. She went straight into their room and laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling without saying a word. Not long after, Chris came back from the construction site where their house was being built. He was excited to tell Sarah about the progress. But when he entered their room, he saw her lying quietly with tears on her face.
His smile disappeared. “My love, what happened?” he asked in a worried voice, rushing to her side. He held her shoulders and tried to comfort her. At first, Sarah didn’t want to speak, but then she broke down and explained everything. She told him what her boss, Emma, had said, how he had been harassing her, and how he gave her an ultimatum to either please him at his party that weekend or lose her job and all the benefits.
“I warned you, Chris,” Sarah said in pain. “I told you earlier that this man was not normal, but you never took me seriously.” Chris stood up suddenly and rushed into the bathroom. Sarah heard the sound of water running as he bent under the tap, washing his head as though trying to clear his thoughts. Later that night, Sarah woke up and noticed Chris was not in bed.
She looked around and saw him sitting at the dining table with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He was pouring himself glass after glass, drinking silently, his eyes red with worry. Sarah walked up to him gently and touched his back. My love, are you still worried about what I told you earlier? Don’t you trust me? I would never do such a thing.
Maybe this is God’s own way of telling me to leave this job. Chris looked up slowly, his face heavy. Sarah, I am not ready for us to lose our only source of income. You know, we are almost done paying for the land and the building. We only need a few more months. Then our life will be balanced. I cannot go back to that poverty we suffered before.
Sarah froze. What do you mean by that? Chris swallowed hard and said the words that broke her heart. Maybe, maybe you should just consider doing it once. Only this once. After that, you can leave the job. Sarah’s eyes widened in shock. She pulled her hand away and screamed, “Chris, so you want to sell your wife’s body for money.
Is this what our marriage has become?” Chris tried to hold her hands again. “No, no, Sarah, you don’t understand. I’m not selling you. I’m only saying we should sacrifice just once so we can finish our house. Please, it won’t repeat again. But Sarah shook her head in disappointment. She stood up, sighed deeply, and went back to bed.
She turned her back to him and closed her eyes, though her heart was crying inside. The next day, Sarah’s boss kept sending her reminders. Remember this weekend. It’s either yes or no. His words echoed in her ears. On the other side, Chris kept on pleading with her, telling her not to lose the job. When Sarah couldn’t take it anymore, she went to meet her friend Lisa, the same friend who had helped her get the job.
She poured out her heart, expecting comfort. But Lisa only laughed softly and said, “Girl, why are you stressing yourself? If your husband is comfortable with it, then just do it. After all, you have no choice. If it were me, I would have done it a long time ago. Sarah’s eyes turned sharp.
Lisa, please don’t insult my husband. He is a good man. Lisa raised her hands quickly. I’m sorry. I was just trying to look out for you. After much thought, Sarah finally said, “Okay, I will go to the party, but only if you follow me.” Lisa grinned mischievously. Common girl, let’s rock this. You know, I’ve always been ready for fun since our secondary school days.
Sarah shook her head, half smiling. Lisa, you’ve never changed. Still the same playful girl. When the party night came, Sarah dressed in a simple gown that looked too religious for such an event. Lisa kept laughing at her. Hubba, Sarah, are you going for church service or a party? Sarah only smiled faintly. Lisa, just leave me.
I know what I’m doing. As they entered the party hall, music was blasting, people were dancing, and drinks were flowing everywhere. Not long after, Mr. Emma spotted her. He walked straight to her, laughing. He touched her hand and said, “I knew you would come.” Mecha led Sarah into his private room, leaving Lisa behind. Inside, he poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Sarah.
He took a sip and began to flirt. Sarah’s heart raced, but she kept her face calm. She forced a small smile. Slowly, she reached into her purse and pulled out a set of papers. “Could you sign these for me?” she asked sweetly. “They’re company documents, and they need to be signed today.” Amecha, lost in his own excitement and too distracted by the moment, didn’t bother to read.
He picked up the pen and scribbled his signature. He had no idea he had just signed an open check and a document that confirmed Sarah had fully paid for her land. Still, he tried to rush at her body, but Sarah cleverly pushed him onto the bed. She whispered, “Remove your clothes and wait for me.” Like a hungry dog, he obeyed, rolling on the bed.
Quickly, Sarah picked her purse and slipped out of the room. Lisa wondering why Sarah was taking so long decided to check on her. She opened the door only to meet a Mecca in his drunken state. Before she could escape, he rushed at her like a hungry lion and dragged her onto the bed. That night, Sarah refused to tell her husband anything.
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