I sneered and strolled off. And made sure to catwalk throughout. I walked down the hall. Tyrone relaxed on the fluffy couch, observing as he was served some coffee. I approached him. He tapped the right side, beckoning me to have a seat. I obliged well and cozied up to him.
I caught sight of Opeibea entering the hall from my peripheral vision. Her smile was awful. Just looking at her face made me want to bust out laughing. I remained there, sitting on the couch and making myself comfortable in someone else’s home.
“Velma! You’re sitting in my spot!” She finally reacted after an audible and exaggerated heaving of the chest.
I feigned being startled, then apologetic as I stood up swiftly.
“Oh! Sorry, ‘Our husband’ didn’t notify me beforehand. It is all my fault. Oh, I’m sorry. “I hope I didn’t scrat…”
“Enough!” She yelled. I succeeded in getting on her nerves. Opeibea was livid.
I rushed upstairs, my head down, as though I was a little girl with grief. I have no clue what transpired between the pair after that, but I was certain of one thing: the score was 1:0 in favour of me. I chuckled and took a little snooze, satisfied. Life could be this interesting!
I was awakened at 1pm by a succession of bangs on the door. I rubbed my eyes and walked over to see who was disrupting my beauty sleep.
I answered the door.
Opeibea stormed in, with my mother behind, attempting to hold her.
“You are leaving. Now!”
She then proceeded to grab my baggage from the closet while cursing me.
Mum was begging her to reconsider. But an enraged woman hears no one.
“You are a harlot, and no man can survive with you.”
“Really?” I mused.
“Yes! Because what you do best is to go about wrecking marriages like the one you wrecked”, she added.
“Opeibea!!!” Mum became outraged and stormed out of the room. Mum’s next action was obvious to me; she always sided with me. Thus, I stood there watching. Why was I indifferent? It’s because I had a plan B. It’s something I’ve always had.
The servants began to gather around. Seth was there too. I gave him the go-ahead. He knew what to do.
Akua Karle Okyere
Akua Karle Okyere is a lifestyle blogger at The Vocal Ghanaian and also a PR technician. She enjoys researching on travels and tours and writing fictional stories in her leisure time.