By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
After a moment, she said in a low voice, ‘If possible, I hope that you don’t hurt yourself, for him.’
Jessica wanted to speak but she found herself swallowing the words she wanted to say. She placed the bags on a table. ‘I would never forgive Chioma for snatching Michael from me,’Jessica coldly said.
‘What about Nathan, have you considered him?’
‘I love Michael. He’s the man of my dreams…’ Jessica said, heading for the bathroom to remove her makeup.
‘Is he worthy of you?’Sharon asked, following Jessica to the bathroom. ‘Yes, he is every woman’s dream, but do you need to ruin your life for someone that hates the likes of you?’
‘I don’t care!’
‘You don’t care about the humiliation you receive from him?’ Sharon glanced at her Dior sleek black mini dress, and her matching pumps. Then, she looked up at her face, painted with makeup. She knew that Jessica had dressed up for Michael. But unfortunately, Michael seemed not to notice her. ‘Jess, you made up for him, but you ended up being worthless. You wore a luxury brand to meet him, but the dress ended up being like an ordinary street clothes. You even bought him food, but he saw it as poison. You wore the highest perfume, but to him you stink like ogiri. You’re very beautiful, but he sees you as the ugliest woman in the world…’
‘Enough! Stop it!’ Jessica wiped off the tears from her eyes. ‘Sometimes I wonder if you are really the daughter of the president. You act so cheap.’
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