Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Tears Of A Chaste Woman: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Mr. Osagie's POVMy wife should know by now, I’m tired. Tired of moving from one so-called man of God to another. If I ever told her this, it would break her heart. I’ve tried to reassure her. I’ve told her not to worry about the child issue. As long as she’s still conceiving, there’s hope. After her next pregnancy, I promised, she won’t lift a finger for house chores. Ami is here to help, after all. Solomon assured me Ami would stay for at least two or three more years.This morning, my wife stormed out of the house, clearly upset again as I failed to follow her to her special prayer program. I doubt she even ate before leaving. Meanwhile, I stayed in bed, lost in my thoughts. My younger brother’s words kept ringing in my ears. Even the gate man at my office’s comments still troubled me. Truth be told, these were the reasons I didn’t go to work today. My desk at the office is overflowing with undone tasks, yet I just couldn’t bring myself to leave the house. Was I restless? Perhaps. B

Mr. Osagie’s POV“Why are you so angry with that poor girl, Ami? She doesn’t deserve what you just did,” I said calmly as I shut the door to my wife’s bedroom. I stood there, watching her. She threw her pillow onto the bed in frustration and sat at the edge, her face tight with anger. When she didn’t reply, I stepped closer and reached out to touch her, but she pushed my hand away.“You’re just trying to cover up for yourself,” she snapped.“We’re not talking about me. Ami didn’t deserve that. That young girl has been doing her best to help you. At least try to appreciate her sometimes. Did she do something wrong before you left the house today?”“The moment I’m soft on her, she’ll start misbehaving. I know what I’m doing, so don’t bring her up again. I can do everything she does. Wasn’t I doing it all before she came?”“Yes, you were, but it hurt you, didn’t it? You had a miscarriage. She was brought here to help you avoid that happening again. Even Solomon said she might need to sta

Ami’s povIt felt like a constant ding-dong bell ringing in my head: "Ami, I want to see you in my office tomorrow." These words were all I had been waiting for. Tomorrow, everything would finally come together. Maybe I'd even be traveling the day after or sometime within the week. I could already see the positive changes happening in my life. Osagie had been so kind to me. I was overwhelmed when he brought out ice cream and meat pie for me. Every day in this house seemed to get better and better. If there was one person I’d always remember after I left, it would be Osagie. His kindness and care were beyond words. His wife was so fortunate to have married such a man, yet I often overheard her nagging. What could he possibly do wrong to deserve that? From his tone of voice to his demeanor, it was clear that Osagie only wanted peace.After cooking that evening, I went to my room and couldn’t stop staring at the money he had given me."This money is too much. I need to share it with Mama

Mr. Osagie's POVIt’s been five days since Ami came to my office, and she’s still rejecting my requests. I’ve never done anything like this before, and I didn’t expect it would take this long. Her refusal has only made me want her more. I see her every day, and it’s been eating away at me emotionally. Whenever I try to talk to her or create an opportunity to share my feelings, she vanishes. She doesn’t answer my calls or reply to my messages.What kind of woman is this? The harder she makes it, the more I feel I can’t live without her. Normally, her attitude would piss me off, but my desire for her overrides everything. Yesterday, the urge was unbearable. I went to the kitchen while she was cooking, hoping to talk to her. To avoid suspicion if my wife walked in, I pretended to be busy. Ami had no way to avoid me this time.“Ami, why are you treating me like this? Do you know what I’m going through?” I asked, holding a few apples at the sink. She was standing just a few feet away in fr

Mr Osagie’s pov The next morning, I was still lying on the bed when my wife walked into the room.“Honey, good morning,” she greeted me.“Good morning, my dearest,” I replied.“How was your night?” she asked, staring at me. Before I could answer, she added, “Aren’t you going to work today? Look at the wall clock! By now, I thought you’d already had your bath.”I hummed and stretched my legs. “Hmm… Are you going to church today?” I asked quickly, changing the subject.“Hallelujah!” she exclaimed, raising her hands in the air. “Are you going with me? Oh, Lord, this is a miracle! You’ve never been interested in anything about my pastor. This has been one of my prayer points! I’ve been asking the God of my pastor to touch your heart so it would change…”“Wait,” I interrupted, sitting up on the bed. “You didn’t even let me finish. I wanted to surprise you, but you’re too impatient to listen.”Her eyes lit up with joy. “It’s the Lord’s doing, my dear! I know this day will come.”“Do you e