Whispers of vengeance
er eyes were distant, unfocused. She hadn't eaten, hadn't slept. The events of
pped her on
er walk away with
en have the stren
d her. A few seconds later, the gate creaked
knew that voice, warm, calm, gra
nd. The woman she truste
man whose world her daug
at her face before standing up. "Come in, El
, dressed in a soft blue gown that caught the sunlight as she moved
she said softly, you didn't come to church yesterda
ch her eyes. Ah, my dear, I've just bee
ing her hand. Tired? No, this is more than tired.
. Her throat tightened. Words formed an
ld she
t her daughter the girl Elizabeth had
... it's nothing, my sis
yes softened.
. Yes. She's been difficult lately
who used to run to me to complain about your s
her lips tremb
ore, the door to the hallway
osely around her waist. Her hair was messy but s
ensive cologne clung t
er to Elizabeth. Then a slow,
abeth, Goo
oanna, my darling, You've grown so b
ing against the doorframe, h
fted unco
arm of a chair, crossing her legs wit
ing! How's life treati
some, Joan
ffen. She glanced sharply at her dau
ctually Aunty, there's som
said, intrigued.
awless skin, the subtle jewelry, the gentle confidence of a woman w
u say if we b
m fell
t. Her eyes flew wid
nfused. Co-wives? Wha
I'm just saying, maybe life has a way
ugh! Clara snapped
er smile widening. Why hide it, Mum? It
ghtly, still not unde
trembled. Eli
interrupted, her voic
nked, stunned
gnant. And before anyone starts preaching, let's
roke. Joanna, s
lizabeth, eyes glinting with cruel mischief.
left t
a sharp intake of breath. The color drained from her che
hands, tears spilling down uncon
painfully, every secon
r voice cut through the tensio
d you j
ee wome
irt slightly wrinkled, his eyes wide in
a as though he was
s. Clara
ice barely a whisper. Joanna... p
startled by his
e trembling between hope and fear.
rted, but n
verything in his face
tep, his breath catc
ill staring at Joanna as though she were
were supposed to be my fiancée!
eyes flickered, but only for a moment. Jay, I d
her husband? He pointed toward Elizabeth,
face in her hands
oanna, I gave you everything I had. I waited fo
y, every word she might hav
t hurts the most? I would've forgiven
d the door, his
he sound echoing through the s
closed door. Her chest rose and fell ra
t composed. She turned to Clara, her voic
uldn't, Elizabeth. I co
d, unreadable. "Congratulations," she said quietly
king against the floor the so
bing uncontrollably. Joanna stood in the middle of the ro
he weight of her choi
power, weal
suffocating silence and the knowledge that
face was calm, but inside her, something dark began to stir a qui