WAS ERASED BY MY OWN SISTER
PART 5
The walls of the psychiatric hospital were cold, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and despair. Nneka sat curled in a corner of her padded cell, her once-glossy skin now dull, her bright eyes hollow.
She had stopped screaming.
No one believed her when she told them she was Nneka Okoye, a successful businesswoman, a loving daughter, a woman about to marry the love of her life.
They called it "delusions of grandeur."
The drugs they forced into her veins made her thoughts slow, her words slurred. Some days, she couldn’t remember her own name.
But deep inside, buried beneath layers of medication and forced sedation, a spark of rage still burned.
"Ngozi…" she would whisper in the dark.
Her sister had stolen everything.
Her face.
Her name.
Her life.
And now, Nneka was nothing but a ghost in her own body.
Meanwhile, Ngozi—now living as Nneka—was drowning in luxury.
She had married Emeka in a lavish ceremony, smiling as he slid the ring onto her finger—the same ring that was meant for her sister.
But the thrill of deception was wearing off.
Ngozi had never been as smart as Nneka.
She couldn’t handle the business meetings, the investors, the pressure of running Naturé by Nneka. So, she did what she did best—she quit.
"I need a break," she told Emeka, shrugging. "Work is stressing me out."
Emeka frowned. The Nneka he knew would never abandon her dreams so easily.
But he said nothing.
Then, Ngozi stopped sending money to their parents.
"They’ll be fine," she scoffed when Emeka asked. "They have savings."
But Emeka knew the truth—Nneka had never neglected her family.
Ngozi spent her days shopping for designer bags and her nights clubbing with her new "rich friends."
She came home drunk, stumbling past Emeka as if he were furniture.
She ignored his texts, dismissed his concerns, and rolled her eyes when he tried to hold her.
"Why are you so clingy?" she snapped one night, pushing him away.
Emeka stood there, heart cracking.
This wasn’t the woman he fell in love with.
This wasn’t Nneka.
One evening, Emeka sat alone in their empty penthouse, staring at their wedding photo.
Nneka—no, Ngozi—was out again, probably laughing in some VIP section while he sat here like a fool.
He picked up his phone and dialed his best friend, Chike.
"I think… I made a mistake," Emeka whispered, voice breaking. "This isn’t the woman I proposed to. She’s changed. Or maybe… maybe I never really knew her."
Chike sighed. "Brother, I’ve been wanting to say this for months. The Nneka you married… she’s not the same Nneka you fell in love with."
Emeka closed his eyes.
He knew.
He just didn’t want to believe it.
Back in the asylum, Nneka lay on her thin mattress, staring at the ceiling.
She had learned to stay quiet. To obey. To pretend the drugs had won.
But behind her empty gaze, her mind was sharpening.
She watched.
She listened.
She planned.
Because one day…
One day, she would escape.
And when she did—
Ngozi would regret ever crossing her.
To Be Continued…
PART 5
The walls of the psychiatric hospital were cold, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and despair. Nneka sat curled in a corner of her padded cell, her once-glossy skin now dull, her bright eyes hollow.
She had stopped screaming.
No one believed her when she told them she was Nneka Okoye, a successful businesswoman, a loving daughter, a woman about to marry the love of her life.
They called it "delusions of grandeur."
The drugs they forced into her veins made her thoughts slow, her words slurred. Some days, she couldn’t remember her own name.
But deep inside, buried beneath layers of medication and forced sedation, a spark of rage still burned.
"Ngozi…" she would whisper in the dark.
Her sister had stolen everything.
Her face.
Her name.
Her life.
And now, Nneka was nothing but a ghost in her own body.
Meanwhile, Ngozi—now living as Nneka—was drowning in luxury.
She had married Emeka in a lavish ceremony, smiling as he slid the ring onto her finger—the same ring that was meant for her sister.
But the thrill of deception was wearing off.
Ngozi had never been as smart as Nneka.
She couldn’t handle the business meetings, the investors, the pressure of running Naturé by Nneka. So, she did what she did best—she quit.
"I need a break," she told Emeka, shrugging. "Work is stressing me out."
Emeka frowned. The Nneka he knew would never abandon her dreams so easily.
But he said nothing.
Then, Ngozi stopped sending money to their parents.
"They’ll be fine," she scoffed when Emeka asked. "They have savings."
But Emeka knew the truth—Nneka had never neglected her family.
Ngozi spent her days shopping for designer bags and her nights clubbing with her new "rich friends."
She came home drunk, stumbling past Emeka as if he were furniture.
She ignored his texts, dismissed his concerns, and rolled her eyes when he tried to hold her.
"Why are you so clingy?" she snapped one night, pushing him away.
Emeka stood there, heart cracking.
This wasn’t the woman he fell in love with.
This wasn’t Nneka.
One evening, Emeka sat alone in their empty penthouse, staring at their wedding photo.
Nneka—no, Ngozi—was out again, probably laughing in some VIP section while he sat here like a fool.
He picked up his phone and dialed his best friend, Chike.
"I think… I made a mistake," Emeka whispered, voice breaking. "This isn’t the woman I proposed to. She’s changed. Or maybe… maybe I never really knew her."
Chike sighed. "Brother, I’ve been wanting to say this for months. The Nneka you married… she’s not the same Nneka you fell in love with."
Emeka closed his eyes.
He knew.
He just didn’t want to believe it.
Back in the asylum, Nneka lay on her thin mattress, staring at the ceiling.
She had learned to stay quiet. To obey. To pretend the drugs had won.
But behind her empty gaze, her mind was sharpening.
She watched.
She listened.
She planned.
Because one day…
One day, she would escape.
And when she did—
Ngozi would regret ever crossing her.
To Be Continued…
WAS ERASED BY MY OWN SISTER
PART 5
The walls of the psychiatric hospital were cold, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and despair. Nneka sat curled in a corner of her padded cell, her once-glossy skin now dull, her bright eyes hollow.
She had stopped screaming.
No one believed her when she told them she was Nneka Okoye, a successful businesswoman, a loving daughter, a woman about to marry the love of her life.
They called it "delusions of grandeur."
The drugs they forced into her veins made her thoughts slow, her words slurred. Some days, she couldn’t remember her own name.
But deep inside, buried beneath layers of medication and forced sedation, a spark of rage still burned.
"Ngozi…" she would whisper in the dark.
Her sister had stolen everything.
Her face.
Her name.
Her life.
And now, Nneka was nothing but a ghost in her own body.
Meanwhile, Ngozi—now living as Nneka—was drowning in luxury.
She had married Emeka in a lavish ceremony, smiling as he slid the ring onto her finger—the same ring that was meant for her sister.
But the thrill of deception was wearing off.
Ngozi had never been as smart as Nneka.
She couldn’t handle the business meetings, the investors, the pressure of running Naturé by Nneka. So, she did what she did best—she quit.
"I need a break," she told Emeka, shrugging. "Work is stressing me out."
Emeka frowned. The Nneka he knew would never abandon her dreams so easily.
But he said nothing.
Then, Ngozi stopped sending money to their parents.
"They’ll be fine," she scoffed when Emeka asked. "They have savings."
But Emeka knew the truth—Nneka had never neglected her family.
Ngozi spent her days shopping for designer bags and her nights clubbing with her new "rich friends."
She came home drunk, stumbling past Emeka as if he were furniture.
She ignored his texts, dismissed his concerns, and rolled her eyes when he tried to hold her.
"Why are you so clingy?" she snapped one night, pushing him away.
Emeka stood there, heart cracking.
This wasn’t the woman he fell in love with.
This wasn’t Nneka.
One evening, Emeka sat alone in their empty penthouse, staring at their wedding photo.
Nneka—no, Ngozi—was out again, probably laughing in some VIP section while he sat here like a fool.
He picked up his phone and dialed his best friend, Chike.
"I think… I made a mistake," Emeka whispered, voice breaking. "This isn’t the woman I proposed to. She’s changed. Or maybe… maybe I never really knew her."
Chike sighed. "Brother, I’ve been wanting to say this for months. The Nneka you married… she’s not the same Nneka you fell in love with."
Emeka closed his eyes.
He knew.
He just didn’t want to believe it.
Back in the asylum, Nneka lay on her thin mattress, staring at the ceiling.
She had learned to stay quiet. To obey. To pretend the drugs had won.
But behind her empty gaze, her mind was sharpening.
She watched.
She listened.
She planned.
Because one day…
One day, she would escape.
And when she did—
Ngozi would regret ever crossing her.
To Be Continued…
