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DECEPTION (Part 2)
<p>(Previous Night)</p><p>"How did you know it was my wife?" Mr. Samuel asked, visibly shocked and uneasy.</p><p><br/></p><p>"I saw her. I clearly remember the day you both visited my place," Sandra replied with a shy smile. "I only pretended not to know her because of you. I didn't want her getting too close to me or giving me motherly advice."</p><p><br/></p><p>They both laughed.</p><p>"If she saw you with me, then she's definitely aware you were in my car," Mr. Samuel said, resting his hands on the steering wheel as he thought for a moment.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Sandra, my darling... I'm sorry to say this, but I can't take you out tonight as I promised. I'll have to drop you off now and rush home before she begins to suspect anything. Is that okay?"</p><p><br/></p><p>Sandra turned her face away, pretending to be annoyed.</p><p><br/></p><p>"C'mon..." Mr. Samuel chuckled. "I'll make it up to you."</p><p>"How?"</p><p>"Come here."</p><p>He gently pulled her closer and planted a kiss on her forehead.</p><p>"I'm going to make it up to you. You know what? I'll pick you up tomorrow instead. We'll go to Market Square, get you a few things, and then hang out. How does that sound?"</p><p>"Seriously?" Sandra's face lit up. "Thank you so much, sir. God bless you."</p><p>Mr. Samuel squinted playfully before wagging a finger at her.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Haven't I told you to stop calling me 'sir'? I'm like a father to you" He laughed. "Think of me as your second daddy."</p><p>Sandra immediately caught herself.</p><p>"Yes, s..." She stopped.</p><p>"...Yes."</p><p>"That's my girl."</p><p><br/></p><p>(Present Day)</p><p>I came downstairs feeling feverish and weak.</p><p>I had already sent a mail to work informing them I wouldn't be coming in. I guessed the thoughts that had kept me awake all night had finally caught up with me.</p><p>"Kate, are the kids ready for school?"</p><p>"No, ma. Amira is still eating."</p><p><br/></p><p>I turned towards Amira and immediately noticed the gloomy look on her face.</p><p>"Amira, what's the matter?" I asked, studying her expression.</p><p><br/></p><p>She looked up at me and burst into tears.</p><p>"Mummy, I don't like Mrs. Adebisi," she cried, shaking her head angrily.</p><p>"Why, my baby? Tell me. Did she say something you didn't like?"</p><p><br/></p><p>"Noooo! Mrs. Adebisi always forces me to finish my food even when I don't want to."</p><p>Laughter erupted across the room.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Why is everybody laughing? Mummy, it's not funny oh."</p><p>I smiled.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Don't worry, Pompom. I'll speak to Mrs. Adebisi and ask her not to force you anymore. But promise me you'll always try to finish your food by yourself."</p><p><br/></p><p>I stretched out my little finger.</p><p>She immediately hooked hers around mine.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Pinky promise, Mummy."</p><p>She wiped her tears and happily continued eating.</p><p>Not long after, the children left for school.</p><p><br/></p><p>My husband was also getting ready to leave.</p><p>He asked why I wasn't going to work, and I explained that I'd taken the day off because I wasn't feeling well.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Your health should always come first," he reminded me, as he always did.</p><p>He kissed my cheek softly before leaving.</p><p>I tried distracting myself by attending to my clients online. But no matter how much I worked, my mind kept wandering back to what I'd witnessed the previous evening.</p><p><br/></p><p>I eventually took a shower and tried to get some sleep.</p><p>My husband returned around 5 p.m., his usual time.</p><p><br/></p><p>I was in the kitchen preparing dinner when he walked in.</p><p><br/></p><p>After dinner, he casually mentioned that he needed to step out to get a few things before meeting a business partner.</p><p>"I'll be back by nine," he said.</p><p>I nodded.</p><p><br/></p><p>It was a few minutes past seven.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then it hit me...</p><p>What if he wasn't meeting any business partner?</p><p>What if he was on his way to meet Sandra?</p><p><br/></p><p>My heart began pounding.</p><p>I told Kate to keep an eye on the children because I needed to stop by the supermarket.</p><p><br/></p><p>Without wasting another second, I grabbed my car keys and drove off.</p><p>I was still weak and pale but whatever this was, It had to end.</p><p>I stopped by Sandra's house and spoke with her mother.</p><p><br/></p><p>She told me Sandra had gone for her usual evening studies and would probably be home by eight.</p><p><br/></p><p>As much as I felt she was too young to be out that late, her mother's confidence suggested she saw nothing wrong with it. At least she would be 16 in a few months.</p><p>I gently asked if she'd come with me.</p><p><br/></p><p>"I'm only trying to help," I said. "But I don't think Sandra has been going anywhere to study."</p><p>Her face changed immediately.</p><p>Without asking another question, she adjusted her wrapper and followed me.</p><p><br/></p><p>The entire drive, I kept reassuring her that I might be wrong. I prayed I was.</p><p>We arrived at the same spot where I'd seen Sandra the previous evening.</p><p>To my surprise, nobody was there. We waited.</p><p>Five minutes. Ten minutes. Fifteen.</p><p>Nothing out of the ordinary.</p><p>Sandra's mother kept looking up and down the road, hope slowly giving way to disappointment.</p><p>Then...Headlights. I turned and my heart skipped at the sight of same black tinted SUV.</p><p>This was it.</p><p>I alerted Sandra's mother, and we both stepped closer to the roadside.</p><p>As the SUV drew nearer, I walked into view and signalled for it to stop.</p><p>The vehicle slowed down. The tinted window rolled down.</p><p>I hurried forward, my heart threatening to burst through my chest.</p><p>Please...Please let me be wrong. I muttered.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Madam, is there a problem?" the driver asked, looking completely confused.</p><p>I froze. A woman sat in the passenger seat.</p><p>She smiled politely and waved at me.</p><p>The window rolled back up when I couldn't respond. The SUV drove away. I couldn't move or think.</p><p>Sandra's mother rushed over and held me before I lost my balance.</p><p>Then...</p><p>A bright flash of headlights caught my attention.</p><p>Another car.</p><p>A black Camry drove past.</p><p>My eyes instinctively followed it.</p><p>And there he was, sitting in the back seat with the little girl.</p><p>My husband and Sandra!!!</p><p>For the briefest second</p><p>My heart stopped.</p><p>No...</p><p>I couldn't be hallucinating.</p>

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