I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection while the pill lay inside the trash can.
Anger burned inside me.
How dare Tunde betray my daughter?
How dare he walk into my room as if nothing was wrong?
Every time I remembered his disgusting touches and shameless words, rage filled my chest.
But beneath the anger…
There was something else.
Fear.
I slowly sat on the edge of the bed, trying to calm my breathing.
My eyes drifted toward the framed photo of my daughter Jane holding her baby and smiling happily.
Then I whispered to myself:
“What am I doing?”
I was about to destroy two lives completely.
Tunde’s life…
And my daughter’s too.
If he became infected, who would suffer the most afterward?
Jane.
And the baby.
I shut my eyes tightly as silent tears rolled down my cheeks.
For the first time in years, I realized my anger was turning me into someone I no longer recognized.
