Chapter Eleven

Michael sat on the plush sofa in the house he had rented for them in Lagos. The decorations

were now complete, and the living room exuded an air of elegance that he was proud of. The

walls were painted a soft cream, adorned with abstract art pieces. A chandelier hung in the

center, casting a warm glow over the space. The furniture was modern but cozy—a large

L-shaped couch, a polished coffee table, and a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall.

Everything was in place, ready for his new life with Bisola.

As he admired the setup, his thoughts drifted to Bisola. He couldn't help but marvel at how

she had managed to pay the event planner's exorbitant fee. He knew she had a good job,

but for her to cover ₦18 Million so easily left him puzzled. "She must be earning a huge

salary," he thought.

Still, he felt a surge of pride. He had fulfilled his part by buying all the items on the marriage

list and even added extra to impress her parents. He had also sent the ₦100,000 dowry to

her family. With ₦10 million still left from his initial budget, Michael decided it was time to

focus on his own dreams.

He smiled as he envisioned the house he was building. The foundation was already set, and

with the remaining money, he could make significant progress. He decided not to tell Bisola

just yet—maybe after the wedding or once the house was complete. He wanted her to know

he wasn't a lazy man and that he was equally contributing to their future.

The next morning, Angella woke up feeling a slight headache. As she sat up in bed, she

touched her forehead and frowned. "Could this be a sign of pregnancy?" she thought, her

mind racing childishly. The idea scared her, and she began to overanalyze every feeling in

her body.

Determined to hide her anxiety, she got ready for the day, but her demeanor didn't go

unnoticed by Olatunde. He observed her closely during breakfast, noting the way she

avoided eye contact and seemed more subdued than usual.

After breakfast, he called her aside.

Olatunde: "What's the matter with you?"

Angella: (forcing a smile) "Like how? I'm okay."

Olatunde: "You should tell me if anything is wrong. You know I cherish you."

Angella: (sighing) "I'm fine, bro. I'm just feeling a headache."

Olatunde leaned back, studying her carefully.

Olatunde: "Where did you go yesterday?"

Angella: (startled) "Work, of course."

Olatunde: "Are you sure?"

Angella: "Where would I go if I didn't go to work?"

He didn't look convinced but decided to change his approach.

Olatunde: "How is your boyfriend? Tell me more about him."

Angella: (hesitating) "Hmmm, well, he's an orphan. He's an architect and also does freelance

jobs."

Olatunde: "How did you meet him?"

Angella: (getting defensive) "Stop interrogating me nah. Must I tell you everything? We met

in a normal way."

Olatunde nodded slowly, but his piercing gaze didn't waver.

Olatunde: "Okay. So how is he?"

Angella: (standing up) "Bro, I'm tired. I want to sleep. He's fine."

Olatunde: "Let me see his picture"

Angella: (nervous) "My phone is not here. I'll show you later."

Olatunde: "Okay. Go and rest. Don't go to work today."

Angella: "Okay, bro."

As she walked to her room, she felt relieved but uneasy. She knew Olatunde was

suspicious, and it was only a matter of time before he dug deeper.

Olatunde sat back on the couch, his mind racing. Something was off about Angella, and hewas determined to find out what.