THE SOFT MAN

mry. The city buzzed with life-hawkers shouting, cars honking, people weaving through traffic as though there we

ed, thick, and suffocating. To the world, Emeka was the perfect man: a successful banker, a father of two, and the hus

ng exterior was a woman who knew how to wound with words and freeze a man with silence. Emeka never imagined tha

ressful day, only to be met with accusations. "Where have you been?" Ijeoma asked. Not with w

s. He wept into the pillow, muffling the sound so his children wouldn't hear. But even