She Was Forced To Marry A Poor Village Farmer Unaware He Is The Richest Man Alive

“And you are being unfair.”

“That is enough.”

“No, Daddy, it isn’t.” Her voice turned colder. “Maybe it is even a foolish choice for them. What if the Bello family finds out Chika cannot have children? Will they still want her?”

The room went still.

Chika’s body did not move, but something in her chest recoiled as if she had been struck.

Mr. Obiora stood up so fast the chair scraped the floor. “Kemi!”

But Kemi had already opened the door she knew could not easily be shut.

“You are all acting like I said something strange,” she continued. “It is the truth. She cannot give any man a child, so why are we pretending?”

Chika looked at her sister for a long moment.

There are wounds that stop bleeding but never stop hurting. Kemi had just pressed her thumb directly into one.

Years earlier, when they were still much younger, Kemi had fallen seriously ill. There was heavy bleeding, confusion, fear, and no mother alive to take charge. Their father had been away. Chika had been the one moving through hospital corridors, begging nurses, borrowing money, pleading with doctors, sleeping on plastic chairs and forgetting her own body completely.

In the middle of that chaos, she ignored a growing pain in her lower stomach. There was no time for herself. The little money she had went into Kemi’s treatment. By the time Chika finally collapsed, the damage had already worsened. Later came surgery, complications, whispered medical conversations, and then the sentence that had quietly rearranged her future forever.

You may never conceive.

Kemi knew all of that.

She knew why.

Still, she stood in that room and used it like a weapon.

Chika’s voice, when it came, was almost calm.

“You said that very easily.”

Kemi lifted her chin. “Was it a lie?”