When everyone seems to be against you,you tend to throw away all of your weapons.My heart has been heavy since he told me about his upcoming wedding,the numbness I felt multiplied,I became like a statue as I watch them all go frenzy getting ready for the wedding.It felt like a dream,too surreal to be true.

Oblivious of whatever happens around me,I didn't realise it's already a day before we go back to Nigeria.I didn't have it in me to pack my things,so the housemaid did all of it for me.

I cried to my Mama,instead of consoling me,she scolded me for being insecure,she believes if a woman frets when her husband wants to take a second wife then that lady has lots of insecurities to tackle.

I couldn't do anything to make him change his mind,he's hell bent on taking Zarah as his wife and because my religion allows him to take four wives as long as he'll be just and equal to each one of them,I accepted the idea wholeheartedly,atleast he nows talks to me though we're not back to normal,I doubt if we will ever be like we used to be.

"Safaa quit zoning out" Abidah who never fails to visit me since Yaya Ahmad dropped the bomb grumbled putting some of my designs in a duffel bag.

"I didn't zone out,what were you saying?" I asked her.

"I said you're always glowing,How I wish you're pregnant"

"Gosh Abidah,I promise I'll take a pregnancy test when we reach Nigeria In shaa Allah"

"Yayyy Yes please" She squealed.

"So for now stop talking about pregnancy,you're making my situation worst" I wiped a lone tear which fell from my eyes unknowingly.

"Awwnn Baby,come here"

"Abidah I never thought Yaya Ahmad will think of taking a second wife soon,we're just married for four years 8 months now..." I sniffed.

"I know Safaa" She patted my back.

"I thought what we had was so perfect,believe me Abidah your brother and I never had a fight that's not caused by Mama,I don't know why she hates me that much,how can someone have so much hatred in his heart? I've always treated her the way I treat my own Mama albeit knowing she dislikes me,I made sure not to do things that displease her,I love eating rice Ummu Shuraim but because she hates rice I don't even cook it when she's around,I craved for it one day and when I cooked it,do you know what she did? She made a fuss that I know she hates the mere sight of rice but I made it,Yaya Ahmad rebuked me for it too,for the last two months I haven't eaten rice unless when I visit you..." I sobbed trying hard to muffle it with the aid of my palms.

"Safaa please stop" Abidah sniffled,she understands my pain because she's aware of her stepmom's atrocities.

"It's all so hard to believe the person I love so much,the one whose presence just warms my heart now despises me,but you know what? Even if I die today I'll remember him not as the one who broke my heart but as the person who showed me how to love,I know what it feels like to be loved all thanks to him.Abidah you will believe me if I tell you I have never held a man's hand except his own right? Yet he's accusing me of such outrageous sin,I don't know if anything will heal me,I don't know if I love your brother anymore,I don't know if I can stay in this marriage any longer..." I stopped to catch my breath.

"Safaa I know you're hurt,what you're feeling is unimaginable but please just calm down" She hugged me tighter and just kept quite probably listening to my erratic heartbeat.

I continued crying uncontrollably,not because he's marrying Zarah but because I know I've lost a cherishable relationship just because I was trying to help someone in need of my assistance but Allah knows my intentions were pure.

"Let's go shopping"

"Really? I look like a zombie" I resisted the urge to roll my red eyes at her.

"Safaa can you do me a favour? Stop crying and face this situation like the strong lady that you are,even if it hurts so bad,act like you're happy about it so Mama and Zarah won't keep doing things deliberately just to make you unhappy"

"I don't get it"

"Do I always have to explain things to you,Ya Ilahi you're not Shuraim,this is your house not Zarah's,You've let them take over everywhere,well except this room,what I mean is,you're behaving like a guest in your own house,You've got to stop that,stop locking yourself away,we all know you're wayyy more beautiful than the so called Zarah,dress up,wear make up,be buoyant,be the old You,just look at yourself" She finished dragging me to the mirror.

"You're right you know,I look a bit crazy" I chuckled.

"No babe you're crazy,when was the last time you used perfume apart from deodorant"

"Yuckk,I'm not that dirty"

"Considering the fact that I always find you in baggy shirts or dresses..." I cut her off by throwing a pillow at her face.

"That doesn't mean I'll forsake it,You know how I love perfumes"

"Okay Okay Fine,when was the last time you washed your hair?"

"Last night" I answered with a 'duh tone'.

"The heartbreak didn't take away our hygienic Safaa afterall" She winked walking to the closet.

"You're not funny" I made faces following her.

"I am tired of seeing you in those baggy clothes so for today you're wearing this" She removed a colorful shirt and a pencil skirt from my unpacked clothes and gave me.

"Alright but I need a warm shower so I'll be back in a jiffy" I tossed the cloths on the bed and ran to the ensuite.

While having my bath,I thought over what Abidah told me,I have always been a good actor back at secondary school,there's no drama presentation I wasn't involved in so why not try and act like am okay with sharing my husband with Zarah? It's not like we're even sharing since he only answers my greetings but never attempt a conversation.

I doubt if our marriage will work out,Astagfirullah.

"Here I am,looking and smelling freshhh" I announced coming out of the ensuite.

"That's what am talking about,now add something to your pretty face,I'll make sure we exhaust your account today" Abidah grinned cheekily.

"Or I'll exhaust yours ba" I laughed sitting on the tool placed before my vanity table.

I applied a light make up which transformed me like some sort of magic,I looked like the 18 year old me,I smiled feeling content with what a little touch here and there made me look,Abidah was right,not that am bluffing but am quite pretty,Mashaa Allah.

"Allah ya barku da Yaya na" Abidah whistled taking her car keys.

"You're not serious" I giggled following her out in a tow.

"Dearest beautiful co wife,Are you going somewhere without me? That's so bad" Zarah's voice stopped us at the living room.

"Hello Zarah" I gave her a tight lipped smile.

"I'm jealous already,You look nice but still not as good looking as I am though" She batted her eyelashes continuously.

"You think?" Abidah chortled.

"Habibtee you should let people compliment you okay? Ummu Shuraim she doesn't know that a queen never asks for a praise,her glamour make people praise her without even knowing" I laughed swaying my head a bit.

"Oh my,You didn't ask for a praise yet she commended you,Zarah you had no idea you did that right? Safaa's charisma resembles a queen's own though there's no royalty in her blood,there's no way you won't wish to be like her" Abidah giggled too wanting to rile up Zarah.

"You silly,I know you feel me too,afterall am the queen of your brother's heart" I playfully touched Abidah's cheek.

"I know right,Uwar gida ran gida,Ta Yaya na har abada" Abidah gave me a Hi-five.

"Zarah we're going for shopping,you wanna tag along?" I asked her.

"No thanks" She hissed before going upstairs probably to inform Mama about what we just did to her.

Abidah dragged me to many stores doing what she knows best,choosing accessories and clothes.The last store we went is a baby shop,Shuraim is way older than the clothes at the shop but Abidah insisted we go and shop for newborn babies stuff.

"Are you preggy?"

"Nah but you are"

"Gosh am not"

"Miracles do happen habibtee"

And so I agreed and we ended up buying so many baby's cloth and shawls,we left the shop with more than three shopping bags filled to the brim.

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"Where did you go?" His deep voice stopped us at the living room.

A look at his face changed my mood instantly.

"We went shopping" Abidah chirped in.

"Am asking my wife"

"Goodluck" Abidah mouthed before running upstairs leaving me standing like I have been told not to take a step.

I had planned to make things right between us,I had wanted to tell him how Abidah made me buy lots of Baby clothes because she thinks am pregnant and the colors I chose which will suit our baby's eyes because I believe if am really pregnant then the baby will look like him but his tone and attitude towards me changed my plans entirely.

"You went to him right? Probably to say goodbye?"

"Subhanallah,what are you insinuating huh?"

"You know what I mean"

"You're unbelievable" I hissed before stomping up the stairs.

"We have an early flight tomorrow" I had him yell but didn't care to answer him back.

When we all sat on the plane,I began feeling sick but I stayed strong because there's no one next to me except a stranger,my husband was seated next to his soon to bride right infront of me and Abidah and her family were seated behind me.The sight of Zarah getting all over my hussband kept getting nauseous.

Abidah sensed my mood so she immediately came to check up on me.

"Are you alright?"

"Do I look alright?" I chuckled.

"No I don't mean ALRIGHT with what she's doing with your husband right infront of you,I mean do you feel sick?"

"I feel a bit nauseous but I'll be okay"

"I will be right behind you" She smiled before going back to her sit.

When our plane took off,the thing which I dreaded most happened,I threw up on the man next to me,he was okay with it at first but when I puked more than three times before our flight landed,a look at his face will obviously make you decipher how pissed off I made him.

Abidah and her husband were the only ones who cared to check up on me and I alighted from the plane with my weak body leaned against hers.

"Take me to Baba's house" I leaned by her car feeling extremely exhausted.

"We are taking her to the hospital,she's too weak" Ma'aruf suggested collecting the car keys from the driver.

"Who are you takingto the hospital?" Yaya Ahmad spoke for the first time since our plane landed.

"Your wife you jerk" Ma'aruf hissed entering the car.

"We'll meet at home then" He carelessly uttered before entering the car which Mama and Zarah were in.

Is he really the man I got married to?

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Hello my people,I am really sad rn

I typed a chapter worth 3000 words and I couldn't find it.

This is the second time wattpad did this to me 😫😫😫😪😪😓😓😢😢😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Next time I will forfeit it,aikin banza ☹☹

It's not like am not so angryyy😐😑😐😑😐

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