"Believe me, I'll run to New York if I can right now. That's how much I missed you, Aunt Martha," Rhoda smiled as she said into the phone. After having the heated argument with Jeff, he had angrily walked out of her sight into his room and had not come out ever since. That was about four hours ago, but did she care about that? Heck no!"So, how is it going in your marriage, my dear?" Her aunt asked, making her adjust on her seat and sighed.She smiled as she replied. "It is annoying, but… ugh! I can't complain," she said and shrugged. "I understand you, darling. And I am very sorry that happened to you —," she was still talking when Rhoda saw her husband walking out of his room and started walking towards her when he sighted her. Her mouth became wide open at the sight of Jeff's skin and very pale face. What was wrong with him? All of his visible skin was swollen and sore except his face.Rhoda jumped to her feet. "I'll give you a call back. My husband seems sick," she said. "Alri
Branson smiled as he looked from his son to his wife. He got to where they were standing and hugged them both. "Why are your faces like that? Are you that surprised to see me?" He asked them."No, not that. We just didn't expect to meet you here," Jeff replied and his wife nodded in agreement. "Yeah," Rhoda agreed with her husband as she got closer to him. "We didn't expect to see you here, sir.""I went in to see the boy," he told Jeff, referring to Doctor Matt. "He said I need to watch my sugar intake.""Oh! That's good. Uhm…. If he tells you that, then I think you really should watch it," Jeff said, hoping they would leave soon before he put them in an uncomfortable situation. His father would not be too pleased to know that they haven't been getting along. That would be disastrous for the two of them."Hold on—" Branson cut in. "What are those red and ugly spots in your body, son? Is that why you're here?" Branson asked, making Rhoda scratch the back of her neck."Yes. I made a m
Jeff made calls to all of the friends he knew he had and asked them to invite everyone they knew, including strangers, to the sudden party he would be having overnight in his house. And as he made the call discreetly in the kitchen to Francis, he asked him why he suddenly wanted to throw an overnight party. Before he could reply, his wife walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. "Why are you asking me that? I don't have to tell you… uhm..now. We'll talk better in person," he said as he met Rhoda's eyes. She refused to look away as she gulped down the glass of water. That annoyed him, so he added, "Don't forget, buddy, everyone you know. I mean, everyone you can think of."Since Rhoda didn't understand what he was saying, she excused herself and walked out of the kitchen.Jeff gave her a deadly glare as she went. He was ready to pay her back and what he was about to do was just a tip of an iceberg. He would never let her rest. He was more than willing to show her t
Weeks went by and their bantering didn't stop. Jeff had even lost count. There was no hope of them ever getting along. And they were both fine about that. Or so, they thought. Rhoda glared at her husband as he descended down the stairs in his business suit with his suitcase in one hand. He did not have his tie tied, and she would have helped him out if he was his wife. But unfortunately, she wasn't. That was something she would have loved to help her husband with if she had married for love. If she hadn't found herself marrying an asshole.She might have even considered helping him if they got along quite well, but no. So, it was not necessary. They were not close to the extent of helping him with something like that. Not even close to the extent of giving him breakfast, lunch or dinner. They were not even close enough to exchange numbers.At least, they knew each other's names."Rhoda," her husband called."Jeffery," she replied sarcastically.Jeffrey looked at her with the way she
That was the smoothest lie Jeffrey had ever heard. He looked at Rhoda before biting his lower lip. "I am sorry I disturbed your…. Uhm," he stretched his hand towards the sofa. "Feel free to continue. Don't mind me. I'll be upstairs," he said and walked out of their presence.He had to come back home since the trip he was planning on going on had been canceled. He decided to come home early and take the day off instead of resuming back to work. But walking in on Rhoda like that made him remember why they had to get married again. That was all bullshit to him, though. Especially the fact that he got to know the reason he married after the wedding.Her family business was going down the drain and if his father wanted to help, he should do so without getting something as huge as a marriage in return.That was all bullshit to him. Especially the fact that he got to know the reason he married after the wedding. He should have told him the reason beforehand. He shouldn't have blackmailed
Jeffery got out of bed and went to the bathroom to get ready for work. He rushed out some minutes later after hearing his bedroom door banged open and urgent footsteps. He held the towel at his waist and looked at the luggages scattered on the floor. What was going on?Minutes later, his wife dashed in with a fierce expression on her face. She was obviously angry given the way she was dropping her bags on the floor. Why was she bringing her things into his room? Yes, they were married, but when did they ever share a room? They never did, not even once. So, he was confused."Rhoda? What's wrong?" He asked."Kelly is at the door and she's here to spend the weekend. I haven't let her in because I can't let her see me carry my bags from the guest room here. You get what I mean?""Oh, yeah. Okay.""Okay? Just okay? Come on, help me carry my luggages in here," she said as she started to rush out the door."Wait, you have more bags?" He was surprised she could still have more than what was
"Rhoda, are you okay?" Jeffrey asked as he touched her shoulder, but she leaned away and placed the cup on the table. In a normal circumstance, he wouldn't have asked. He would have laughed instead since he knew the reason she was coughing.She nodded. "Yeah, I am fine. Thank you. Uhm… I guess the tea took the wrong route, so I choked," she explained as she avoided looking at his eyes. She might actually lean in for the kiss if she did. "Oh, okay." Wrong route, of course. No one was expecting that. "Do you want me to get you a glass of water in the dining room?" Kelly asked."Yes, but in the kitchen please. The door after the dining room. Thank you," Rhoda said and watched her leave to get the water. She stood upright and turned her back to her husband. She needed to get a seat, but he hindered her from moving an inch. "What the fuck is wrong with your sister?"Jeffery laughed. "You already know how she is, but don't think I'm going to give you a goodbye kiss. You can 'choke' all yo
Rhoda finished doing the house chores which she rarely did before and had become tired. All she could think of now was to sleep. Anyone would have been wondering why she wasn't going to work. Well, it was obvious why. She didn't have one,clearly. She has tried to find a job, but to no avail. The employers, most of them, wanted to give herself to them just to secure a job which was something she would never do, while the rest said she wasn't qualified for the job which was absurd. She knew she was qualified as an accountant. And she was a first class student in Accounting and was also a certified chartered accountant. If that was easy, they should give it a try. But most Nigerian employers suck. She was offered a job in her father's company, but how could she accept that when it was the damn reason she had to get married to a stranger because it was about to liquidate? How could she bring herself to work in the place that ruined her plans and brought her misfortune.Yeah. Misfortune