Bewedded Not Beloved

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This content contains explicit violence, hate speech, sexual content, strong language, and alcohol use. Please prioritize self-care and self-comfort if you expect sensitive content.

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On a Friday afternoon, there is a house that has eight bedrooms, four bathrooms, two kitchens, a small old library, and a huge open great room with a curved wall of windows. The house also boasts curving stairways that provide a stunning view.

The library's interiors are still exquisite despite decades of neglect and haphazard maintenance, but the property is in disrepair due to the high cost of maintenance.

The house may seem abandoned, but 20-year-old Maizah Igwe and her aunt Masara Igwe live there.

In the bedroom of the young woman, the big doors are both open, leading to a medium-hung balcony that has no posts or other visible supports. There's a built-in seating with a small table.

This small balcony, partly enclosed by a railing, offers a clear view of the lush green forest. Once a well-manicured lawn adorned with vibrant flowers, it has been left untended for years.

A petite woman is sitting on top of a railing with both her hands holding onto the steel. It's not an intelligent decision to be sitting on the fence as she could fall off the balcony or on her back on the marble floor inside the balcony.

She is wearing her mother's vintage wedding gown, which has a timeless charm. The dress is adorned with lace, sequins, hand embroidery, pearls, and a footrail. It looks like it was worth a lot in its time.

She also wears a chignon hairstyle, a classic and sophisticated look that's been in fashion for centuries. This style involves twisting the hair into a knot or bun at the nape of the neck and securing it with hairpins. Also, her hair is adorned with shimmering silver and white jewels.

She looks beautiful and elegant, but her expression seems gloomy even though she's supposed to be happy on her special day. It's unclear what might be troubling her, and one can't help but wonder who could be so evil as to sadden such a young woman.

Her legs were both hanging on the other side of the ledge. Looking down from five stories above the streets of Centurion, she can't help but think about suicide. She will undoubtedly die, especially if she lands on her head on the solid concrete, but also, with her fear of heights, she will probably die before her body hits the floor.

She continues looking at the concrete ground, and she can't help but picture how her body would land. The time it would take for her heart to stop.

If she dies instantly, she probably won't feel pain. Especially if her head splits open and her brain goes everywhere, she will likely be brain dead or brain splattered. In her case, after a few seconds, her heart will stop beating, and she will depart from this world.