Ivonne clapped her hands like it was a party.
“Thank you, Jesus!” she screamed. “Finally, a real woman. A woman who can do what you couldn’t.”
Nyla’s lips trembled.
Because they didn’t know.
They didn’t know Nyla was pregnant too.
Nyla took a shaky breath, trying to hold herself together.
“Terrence, please—”
Terrence cut her off.
“Pack your things,” he said. “I’m not living in a cursed house anymore.”
And just like that, the man who vowed for better or worse chose worse. Chose betrayal. Chose humiliation.
Ivonne opened the front door wide and pointed at it like a judge passing sentence.
“Go!” she snapped. “Go fix yourself somewhere else.”
Nyla stood frozen.
Not because she didn’t hear them.
Because she finally understood the real truth.
They weren’t looking for a solution.
They were looking for a scapegoat.
And now, with a baby growing inside her that they didn’t even know existed, Nyla had to decide something fast.
Would she beg for a place in a house that hated her?
