MY MOTHER-IN-LAW DRUGGED ME ON MY WEDDING DAY TO DISGRACE ME BUT THIS HAPPENED EPISODE 3

We were just steps away from freedom, the boarding gate in sight, our passports clutched tightly in our hands, when a familiar voice cracked through the hum of the airport. “Nkem… my daughter, please wait!” I turned sharply, stunned to see Mama running toward us, a scarf loosely tied around her head and a small worn-out black purse clutched in her hands. Security tried to stop her, but she screamed, “That’s my son! Please, I need to speak to my son before he leaves forever!” Ebuka froze beside me. My chest tightened. I didn’t know whether to run or face her, but my legs couldn’t move. Mama collapsed in front of us, right there on the tile floor, sobbing uncontrollably. “Ebuka, biko… just give me two minutes,” she wept, raising a shaky hand. “I swear, this will be the last time I ever disturb you.” People were beginning to gather. I looked at Ebuka, unsure. His jaw tightened, but he helped her up and led her to a quiet corner. I followed, cautiously. Mama didn’t look like herself—her eyes were red, her hands trembled, and her voice broke like a cracked radio. “I didn’t hate you, Nkem. I feared you. I feared losing my only son to a woman I didn’t choose. I was wrong. But… there’s something you both need to know before you go.” She dug into her purse and brought out a folded letter. “Your father,” she said, looking at Ebuka, “was not the man you thought he was. He had another family… a secret one. And before he died, he left me a letter. I swore I’d never share it because of the shame. But now, I realize… truth is the only way I can find peace.” Ebuka’s hand trembled as he opened the letter. I leaned close. It was written in their father’s handwriting. A confession. About a child he fathered with another woman. A child he never brought home. That child… was me. I stumbled back, my breath gone. “No… no, it can’t be,” I whispered, the world spinning. “It’s not possible…” Mama looked at me, crying now. “You’re not blood, Nkem. But you are his daughter by love. Your mother… she was my co-wife, though we never met. He left you both out of shame. But when I saw you with Ebuka… I recognized you. I recognized your mother’s eyes.” The airport walls closed in around me. Ebuka dropped the letter and stared at me like I was a stranger. “Nkem… this means we… we’re siblings?” Mama shook her head quickly. “No. You’re not related by blood. You’re not biologically his daughter. But he raised you secretly. He helped pay your school fees from afar. He left all this in the letter. He even left money for you—hidden in an account under your name. I… I was the one who stopped it all.” I collapsed onto the chair, sobbing. I didn’t know what to feel. Love? Betrayal? Relief? Anger? My whole life had been a lie, a puzzle built with missing pieces. Ebuka knelt beside me. “You’re not my sister. That’s what matters. But Nkem, this pain… this storm… I need to go through it with you. Only you.” He turned to his mother. “You destroyed so much. You almost cost us our happiness.” She bowed her head. “I know. And I will never forgive myself.” Ebuka pulled me close. “We’ll leave. Not to run… but to heal. Together.” I nodded through the tears. At the boarding gate, we turned once to see Mama watching us from the glass—old, broken, but maybe, just maybe, finally human. And as the plane took off, I held Ebuka’s hand, knowing that though we were born into chaos, our love had chosen peace. And that made all the difference.

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