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Episode 3 "Take this worthless thing. Throw it inside the dustbin. A female child is nothing!" Uchenna said to the mid nurse after his wife gave birth to a bouncing baby girl Life in Uchenna’s house had become a living hell for Ngozi. Every single day felt like punishment, and every night felt even worse. The home that was once filled with laughter, love, and dreams had now turned into a place of fear, humiliation, and endless sorrow. Since Tina moved into the house as Uchenna’s so-called new wife, peace completely disappeared. Ngozi was no longer treated like a wife. She was treated like a servant, like an unwanted stranger living under someone else’s roof. Tina walked around the house with pride, behaving like she had always belonged there, while Uchenna supported every single wicked thing she did. Ngozi endured it all in silence. She cooked, cleaned, washed, and took care of the children. And still, it was never enough. Uchenna insulted her at every opportunity. Tina mocked her at every chance. Even the house itself no longer felt like home. At night, when everyone had gone to bed and the darkness filled the sitting room, Ngozi would sit quietly on the old couch and cry. Sometimes she cried softly until her chest hurt. She would stare at the family pictures hanging on the wall and wonder where everything had gone wrong. She remembered the man Uchenna used to be. The man who once held her hands and promised her forever. The man who used to bring her roasted corn on rainy evenings because he knew she loved it. The man who used to laugh with her over little things. She could not understand how that same man had become this cold, heartless stranger standing before her now. One particular night, she sat in the sitting room long after everyone had gone upstairs. Her newborn baby was asleep in the small basket beside her, and tears rolled endlessly down her cheeks. She did not even bother to wipe them anymore. Suddenly, she heard small footsteps behind her. She quickly looked up and saw her daughters standing there. Their innocent little faces were filled with worry. The eldest walked closer first. “Mummy, why’re you crying? Is Daddy a bad person?” The second one held her wrapper and asked quietly, “Is it Daddy that makes you cry?” The youngest, who was still too small to understand much, frowned and said with childish anger, “Mummy, I hate Daddy so much.” Those words broke something inside Ngozi. She stared at them for a moment, unable to speak. How could she explain marriage to children? How could she explain betrayal, pain, and disappointment to innocent minds that still believed every problem could be solved with a hug? She said nothing. She simply opened her arms and pulled them all close. They climbed onto her lap, and she hugged them tightly while silently cleaning her tears. “No, my babies,” she whispered. “Do not hate your father. Just… pray for him.” But even as she said it, her own heart was heavy. She looked at her daughters closely. They were growing thinner by the day. Their faces were losing their brightness. They barely ate properly because Uchenna deliberately starved them most of the time. He refused to provide enough food, and whenever Ngozi managed to stretch the little she had, Tina would still complain and accuse them of wasting resources. Sometimes the children went to bed hungry. Sometimes Ngozi pretended she had already eaten just so they could have the last portion of food. Watching them suffer was worse than all the insults and beatings. Many times, she thought about leaving the marriage. She would imagine packing her things, carrying her children, and walking away from that house forever. But then fear would stop her. What would people say? How would the society look at her? Would they call her a failed wife? Would they blame her for not enduring enough? Would her own family tell her to go back and be patient?