“Don’t move,” Elizabeth threatened, when she noticed her husband was walking towards her.“Okay, okay, calm down, honey, calm down. We can solve this amicably, don't do it,” Mr. Mukhongo begged as he took one step back subconsciously.She shook her head, “Hand me the envelope, then I will put down the gun.”Elizabeth stretched her hand, ready to receive the envelope. Mr. Mukhongo was having a second thought. He looked at Elizabeth, then took a glance at Mrs. Wechuli.“No, let her kill herself,” Mrs. Wechuli chirped in. “Why should he? You seem you are tired of living. Don't listen to her, she is only threatening you. Nothing but empty threats!” She mocked.Mr. Mukhongo, the envelope still in his hands, had no idea on what to do. If he hands Mrs. Wechuli the envelope, then he will lose Elizabeth. Then, if he does the vice versa, he will lose his job and other favors. He was undecided between saving his wife or the envelope or other things. Everything was at stake, but he had no time le
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