When Tobe came home that evening, she showed him the invitation. He read it carefully, his face serious.
“Do you want to go?” he asked.
“I do not know,” Uju replied honestly. “Part of me wants to ignore it, but part of me feels like I should go.”
Tobe thought for a moment and looked at his wife with wisdom in his eyes.
“Just go, my dear. Sometimes God allows mockers to become witnesses. Let him see what God has done for you. Not to shame him, but to show him that he was wrong about you.”
Uju thought about it for two days. She prayed about it. And finally, she made her decision.
She would go.
But she would go in style.
She would go with her head held high.
She would go with her three beautiful children.
The day of the ceremony arrived. It was a Saturday morning. Chuka’s compound was filled with guests. There were canopies set up everywhere. A live band was playing. Coolers of food and drinks lined the walls.
Chuka had spared no expense. He wanted everyone to see his success.
He walked around greeting guests with Nkechi by his side, carrying their baby. He was smiling widely, accepting congratulations from everyone. His chest was puffed out with pride once again.
“Finally, God has blessed me with a child,” he kept saying. “It just took the right woman.”
Around noon, when the ceremony was in full swing, the sound of a luxury car engine echoed from the gate. It was a deep, powerful sound that made people turn their heads.
A sleek black Rolls-Royce pulled up slowly to the entrance. The security guard at the gate stood at attention, unsure of who this important guest could be.
Every eye turned toward the car. The compound grew quieter.
The driver stepped out first and opened the back door.
And then, like a queen, Uju stepped out.
She was dressed in a flowing royal blue lace gown. She looked like a woman who had been through fire and come out as gold.
But that was not what shocked everyone.
Holding her hands were three beautiful children. Two little boys in matching white kaftans and a girl in a white dress. They were about three years old, identical in their features, clearly triplets.
Gasps rippled through the crowd like waves.
“Is that not Uju?”
“Chuka’s barren ex-wife?”
“Wait, are those her children?”
The whispers spread like wildfire. People stood up from their seats to get a better look.
Chuka was standing near the canopy talking to some guests when he heard the commotion. He turned around and froze completely.
His mouth fell open. His eyes went wide.
“Barren Uju? With triplets? How? When?” he muttered, unable to process what he was seeing.
His mind raced. This could not be real. This had to be a dream.
The woman he threw out, the woman he mocked, the woman he blamed for seven years, was standing in his compound with three children.
Nkechi, his new wife, was sitting under the canopy holding their baby. When she saw Uju, her face went pale.
