Nera couldn't contain her joy as she kissed her husband with tears of joy. They were both fine; there was nothing wrong with them. Her mind kept repeating the statement to herself.Marcus tried to stop her, but she was too excited. The news restored all hope for her having a baby, which had been completely shattered the day before."Would you mind relaxing, Nara, and allowing the doctor to explain?" Marcus held her hands while his gaze was fixed on the doctor, who was clearly uncomfortable.Nera finally came to a halt and smiled, a little embarrassed because she had disrupted the doctor. She had not even allowed the woman to explain. There were a lot of questions now banging in her head. If they were both fine, then why was she not getting pregnant?"So doctor, what seems to be the problem if we are both okay?" Marcus asked the question that she was also itching to ask. She held on to Marcus's hand as the doctor scratched the corner of her lip."As I previously explained to your wife,
Nera sat on the bed with her aching body, staring at her negative pregnancy test. Four months of hormone treatment, daily rough sex, and no sex pills but the tests were still negative.She felt cursed; as if someone was punishing her for a crime she did not commit. She wanted to cry, but there were no tears because they had all dried up from the negative tests she had to take every month.She had no idea what was going on; even the doctor was unable to provide adequate answers.Marcus stood in the room, watching his wife wallow in self-pity; they had been without a child for almost two years, and the town was already gossiping. And with most of them being backward like him, they all thought she was the problem.Even his workers and servants were talking, and he was forced to fire one of them who had the audacity to gossip about his wife in his presence.Four months passed without him coming up with a solution, and seeing his wife depressed was also killing him.The idea of injecting f
As Frank debated whether to punch the man in the face or simply leave, the table fell silent. A second ago, he was very excited to meet a relative from his father's side, but it appeared that the man had bad intentions.He stood up politely. "I'm sorry; I'm sure your deal is good, but I'm not the right person for it," he said."Sit down; I'm not finished yet," Marcus replied. He was ecstatic because Frank had passed the test. Most young men would be glued to their seats, eager to learn how much work was involved or what the job entailed.He had purposefully sounded spiteful in order to put Frank's dignity to the test. It was the first time the two were meeting, and catching up should have been the order of things."With due respect, I am a very busy man," Frank replied, turning around."The deal involves two million dollars," Marcus announced.Frank froze, swallowing hard. Two million dollars would make him an instant millionaire. The man appeared to be richer than he looked.But as t
Marcus helped his wife get the much-needed shower and personally went to the kitchen and cooked her a meal. He never liked cooking, not even for himself, but he made an exception.He brought the suffering on his wife, and that was a fact that he was aware of. So it was his duty to at least cheer her up. He could see she was slowly slipping into depression, and if he did not do anything to cheer her up, he was going to end up with a depressed wife.Nera barely touched the food; she did not feel like eating but because of Marcus's effort she tried forcing herself."I have an idea," Marcus suggested.Nera raised her eyes, but she did not say a single word."Let's go on vacation; maybe a change of environment is what we need," he suggested.Nera only looked away, uninterested, as she put her food away.Marcus grabbed her hands and said, "Listen, I know you have given up.""Maybe we should just adopt," Nera replied abruptly, without thinking. For days, she had been thinking of just walking
An hour passed with Frank and his mother waiting impatiently. The stranger before they thanked him for everything. He had excused himself and called his boss for an update.Marcus and Nera arrived in Alabama the second he called, forcing Marcus to run to the bathroom to take the call."What do you mean a bull attacked him?" Marcus yelled. The plan was to run the boy over with a car."Sir, I was not sure I would not kill him with my car, and a car accident was going to be very dangerous," he explained."Are you stupid? What if that bull tore him apart?" Marcus yelled furiously. His plan was not going as planned."How is the boy?""Not good; they need to do surgery right away," he replied.Marcus began panicking; he could not believe the stupidity of the man that he just hired. If the boy died, he was going to kiss his plan goodbye. He needed to act fast; there was no way Frank would immediately go running to him.He walked back to Nera, desperation evident on his face."Is there a pro
Marcus walked away without care; it wasn't like he was obliged to help the boy even if he had caused the accident, but Frank needed to know that good morals were never going to get him out of poverty.Being good had nothing to do with success; he admired the boy's good character, but he had to drop it for this one act, save his brother, and live happily ever after with loads of cash.Frank was left standing, fists clenched, beating himself for asking the stupid man for a loan. It took all his pride away; he even wanted to get on his knees if it had gone that far, but the wicked man only wanted him to impregnate his wife in exchange for the money.He chuckled in disbelief; it was the twenty-first century, and he had never met such a backward man.His phone rang, jolting him out of his shock. It was his mother, crying on the other end of the line."Frank, they are saying I can't sell the house and the farm," she cried out."What?""I contacted a lawyer, and they said I need Angel's fath
Meanwhile, Nera finished up all the sightseeing for the day with no Marcus in sight. She had tried to call him but opted out of it.She could only assume that whatever he was dealing with was very important. Going alone to the waterfalls had given her piece of mind. Marcus's idea was not bad after all.She called the driver and asked him to take her shopping. She rarely did any shopping back home because the town was so small and any outing meant bumping into judging eyes and gossipers.The new state gave her the freedom to go anywhere without people judging her for marrying an old man or not getting pregnant.Her driver picked her up and took her to a shopping mall. He was relieved to see her finally smile.She walked into the mall with the intention of buying some summer hats. She asked an assistant in the store and was given an aisle number.She headed straight in that direction but stopped when she saw the baby aisle. A small voice told her to ignore it, but she was tempted.She c
Nera was left whispering to herself as her husband placed the card in his pocket. She was always so bad at standing her ground, and Marcus always took advantage of that. Her respect for him as the head of the house always allowed her to hear him first."OK... but if your solution doesn't work, we're going to the doctor," she stated emphatically."Of course, princes," he replied, grabbing two glasses.Over his dead body was he going to let her conceive in an unnatural? God made sex the only way to bring children into the world. He poured the beetroot into the glasses and gave her one to drink."I do not understand; how does this work?" She asked."It boasts our reproductive systems; we have to take it every time before sex," he explained. "It's an African tradition herb; haven't you noticed how fertile Africans are?" He joked."Ooh, yeah," she replied, trying to take in the scent."It smells like beetroot," she replied, unsure."Yes, it's made from beetroot and other herbs; drink up,"