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Regina Daniels took me out, saying I needed a break. I wasn’t sure, but I was tired of crying and thinking, feeling as if the whole world is coming to an end. As I stepped into the club, the stares, whispers, and loud music hit me. Is she okay? I could almost hear them ask. I grabbed a drink, but my hands was shaking. Every song reminded me of him, our nights, our laughter, beautiful moments we shared and everything we lost. I felt out of place. But Regina pulled me to the dancefloor. “Let go,” she pulled me and we hit the dance floor. So, I danced, I smiled, maybe for the first time in months. It didn’t erase the pain, but for a moment, I felt free. Healing would take time, but I knew one thing, I would be okay and back on my feet, if not for anyone but for my children. - Annie Macaulay

Having caught her husband with a young beauty, the wife didn’t start a brawl; instead, five days later she presented him with an unexpected surprise. Marina could never have imagined that she would find herself in such a situation. “Beluga” – the restaurant where Viktor once proposed to her three decades ago – had now become the venue for his secret rendezvous. She stood by the panoramic window, watching as her husband tenderly intertwined his fingers with a young blonde barely twenty-five years old. “You are special,” the words reached Marina, and the once familiar voice suddenly seemed alien. The girl smiled playfully, revealing flawless teeth and charming dimples. Her well-groomed fingers with perfect manicure caressed Viktor’s wrist tenderly. “What about the wife?” squeaked the brunette, puffing out her lips. “Marina?” Viktor waved his hand nonchalantly. “She’s busy with flowers and TV series. You know, at our age…” he trailed off, laden with meaning. Marina was overwhelmed by a feeling of suffocation, and her hands betrayed her with trembling. Thirty years of life together, three grown-up children, countless evenings shared – all of it was nullified by one dismissive gesture. Her first impulse was to burst in, create a scandal, and pour wine on the couple. But something restrained her – perhaps years of cultivated composure or natural reason. Upon returning home, Marina mechanically brewed tea and sank into her favorite armchair. Her gaze fell upon a folder of documents in the cabinet – papers she had signed at her husband’s request over the past five years. “Darling, it’s just a formality,” his words echoed in her mind. “It’s necessary for tax optimization.” Now, as she reviewed the documents with trembling hands, she began to realize the true state of affairs. The house, the country residence, three car dealerships, a chain of restaurants – everything officially belonged to her. Fearing inspections, Viktor had been gradually transferring assets to his wife, believing her to be loyal and spineless. Marina smiled bitterly. How wrong he was. Over the years of their marriage, she had not only learned to cultivate orchids and bake cakes – she had been carefully monitoring the development of the family business, even though she had remained in the background. By midnight, her tears had dried up. In place of despair came cold determination. Marina took out her diary and began to plan. Five days – that was all that was needed. Day One: The day began with an early call to a lawyer. Elena Sergeyevna, an authoritative family law specialist, carefully examined the documents as Marina nervously tapped her fingers. “Congratulations,” the lawyer pronounced while adjusting her glasses. “Legally, you are the sole owner of the entire business.” “What about the power of attorney I gave him?” “It can be annulled immediately.” Marina looked at the swirling autumn leaves outside the office window. For thirty years, she had been an exemplary wife – supportive, inspiring, forgiving. Now it was time to think about herself. “Let’s start acting,” she declared firmly. Day One Continued: That same evening, Viktor returned late, exuding the scent of expensive perfume. Marina, as usual, served dinner. “Today you seem different,” noted her husband, dabbing his lips with a napkin. “Just tired,” she smiled. “By the way, don’t cook dinner tomorrow. I have a meeting with friends.” Viktor nodded absentmindedly, absorbed in his phone. Marina saw him hide a smile as he read messages. Day Two: The next day, she visited all the banks with their joint accounts. The process took several hours – Viktor was busy shifting their finances across various institutions. By the evening, a significant portion of the funds had been transferred to new accounts opened exclusively in her name. “Ms. Sokolova, maybe leave a small reserve?” cautiously suggested the manager of the last bank. “No,” Marina shook her head. “Transfer everything.” At home, she found a bouquet of roses – Viktor sometimes gave them, especially when he felt guilty. In the past, they would have moved her, but now the flowers elicited only a bitter smile. Day Three: A meeting took place with Mikhail Petrovich, a long-time partner in their family business. “To part with the car dealerships?” Mikhail Petrovich exclaimed in astonishment. “But they consistently generate income!” “That’s precisely why now is the perfect time,” Marina replied calmly. “The market is on the rise.” By the evening, preliminary agreements had been sealed with signatures. Now she had reliable financial protection. Day Four: The fourth day was the most emotionally intense. Her hand trembled betraying her as she signed documents. “Are you sure about your decision?” inquired the notary sympathetically, a woman around her age. “Absolutely,” Marina replied, straightening her shoulders. Next, she met with a real estate agency. The family mansion, built fifteen years ago, was now entirely in her possession. “I want to prepare the eviction documents,” she declared, looking straight into the eyes of the young lawyer. “But that’s your husband…” the lawyer began uncertainly. “Ex-husband,” corrected Marina. “And he has exactly seven days to vacate the house.” Day Five: The fifth day began with a visit... Continued in the comments

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As they sat under a big Udala tree 🍏 discussing their plans, Chioma said, "Kunle, I really want to help these kids. It’s important to me. Can’t you consider joining me?" Kunle shrugged and replied, "That’s great, Chioma, but I need to help my uncle this holiday. I can’t just leave that behind." Chioma felt disappointment 😞 wash over her. She had really hoped he would want to be part of something meaningful. "But we can make a difference together! The program is only a few hours a week," she insisted. "I just think working is more practical," Kunle said, trying to sound reasonable. "I need to focus on my future too." The discussion turned into an argument. "Kunle, you never want to do anything fun or different, do you? 😡" Chioma exclaimed. "And you never think about what’s necessary in life! 😠" Kunle shouted back. After that day, they barely spoke. The silence between them grew heavier. Chioma signed up for the volunteering program, while Kunle spent long hours at the mechanic shop, fixing cars 🚗 and motorcycles 🏍️. Once, they used to gist and laugh together, but now, everything was different. They would see each other at the junction where people sold roasted corn 🌽 and suya but barely exchanged words. Weeks passed, and soon, the town announced the annual Ile-Akun New Yam Festival 🥘🎉. Everyone was excited—it was a tradition for Chioma and Kunle to attend together. But this year was different. Chioma wanted to spend time with her new friends from the volunteer group, leaving Kunle alone at home, feeling left out 😔. On the day of the festival, the air was filled with the aroma of jollof rice, grilled fish, and palm wine 🥘🍹. Chioma had fun dancing to Afrobeats 🕺🏾, playing ayo olopon 🎲, and helping set up stalls. Yet, a part of her missed Kunle’s company. She caught a glimpse of him across the street, laughing with some guys near a suya stand. 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