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At My Husband's 40th Birthday Party, My Mother-in-Law Took Food Away From My Daughters and Said, "Only Women Who Give This Family Sons Deserve Respect." My Husband Chose Her Side... So I Walked Away With My Girls.

Episode 7

My hands shook as I stared at the brown envelope.

Across the front were the words my late father had written years ago.

"To My Daughter, Chizoba... Open This Only When You Have No One Left To Trust."

I looked at the elderly man.

"Who are you?" I asked.

He adjusted his glasses.

"My name is Barrister Okoro."

"I was your father's lawyer and his closest friend."

My heart skipped.

I remembered him.

He used to visit our house when my father was still alive.

"It's been many years," I said quietly.

He nodded.

"Your father trusted me with this envelope."

"He made me promise not to give it to you until you truly needed it."

I slowly opened the envelope.

Inside was a neatly folded letter.

There was also a small key.

I unfolded the letter with trembling hands.

It was my father's handwriting.

Tears filled my eyes before I even read the first line.

"My dear Chizoba,"

"If you are reading this letter, then something has gone terribly wrong in your life."

I swallowed hard and continued reading.

"As your father, I prayed that you would never need this letter. But I know life can be unpredictable."

My tears dropped onto the paper.

"I taught you to respect people, but never allow anyone to destroy your dignity."

I paused for a moment.

Those words felt as if my father was sitting right beside me.

I continued reading.

"If your marriage has reached the point where you are being treated without respect, remember this—you are stronger than you think."

I wiped my eyes.

Then I reached the last paragraph.

"The small key inside this envelope opens a safety deposit box at First Trust Bank in Benin City."

"Everything you need to understand my final decision is inside that box."

"Do not delay."

"Go there immediately."

The letter ended with the words...

"I love you, my daughter."

I couldn't stop crying.

I kissed the letter gently.

"I miss you, Daddy."

Barrister Okoro spoke softly.

"Your father loved you more than anything."

"He believed one day you might need his help, even after he was gone."

I looked at the small key in my hand.

"What is inside the safety box?"

The lawyer shook his head.

"I honestly don't know."

"Your father never told me."

"He only said that when you finally opened it..."

"...your life would never remain the same."

Before I could ask another question...

My phone suddenly rang.

It was an unknown number.

I answered.

"Hello?"

A frightened voice came from the other end.

It was Evelyn.

"Chizoba!"

"You must listen to me."

"They know I called you."

My heart raced.

"What happened?"

"Ikenna came to my apartment this evening."

"He kept asking if I had spoken to you."

"I lied and said no."

She began crying.

"I don't know what they're planning..."

"But I accidentally overheard Mama Ikenna telling him something."

"What did she say?" I asked anxiously.

Evelyn lowered her voice.

"She said..."

"'If Chizoba refuses to sign the divorce papers, we will make sure she leaves this marriage with nothing—not even her children.'

My blood ran cold.

"My... children?"

"Yes."

Evelyn cried.

"I'm sorry."

"I should have told you everything sooner."

The call suddenly ended.

I tried calling her back immediately.

Her phone was switched off.

A strange fear filled my heart.

I looked at my sleeping daughters.

Ada.

Kamsi.

I walked over and held them tightly.

"No one will take you away from me," I whispered.

"No one."

Just then...

Someone began banging loudly on the front gate.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Ifeoma rushed to the window.

She pulled the curtain slightly.

Her face immediately turned pale.

She turned toward me.

"Chizoba..."

"My God..."

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At My Husband's 40th Birthday Party, My Mother-in-Law Took Food Away From My Daughters and Said, "Only Women Who Give This Family Sons Deserve Respect." My Husband Chose Her Side... So I Walked Away With My Girls.

Episode 1

For twelve years, I did everything I could to make my husband's family love me.

I respected my mother-in-law.

I never answered her back, even when her words broke my heart.

Whenever she insulted me, I smiled and remained quiet because I believed peace was better than fighting.

But nothing I did was ever enough.

My only crime was giving birth to two beautiful daughters instead of a son.

My husband, Ikenna Udu, was celebrating his 40th birthday.

The party was held in a beautiful mansion in Lekki, Lagos.

More than one hundred guests came from different parts of Nigeria.

Family members.

Church members.

Business partners.

Friends.

Everyone came to celebrate with him.

The compound was filled with laughter.

A live highlife band entertained the guests.

Waiters moved from table to table, serving hot jollof rice, fried rice, peppered turkey, grilled fish, and chilled drinks.

People admired the mansion and congratulated my husband.

"Congratulations, Ikenna."

"You have really made it in life."

"You have made the Udu family proud."

I forced a smile.

Deep inside, I just wanted the day to end peacefully.

I looked at my daughters.

Ada was nine years old.

Kamsi was six.

They were laughing as they happily ate their food.

Seeing them smile made me forget all my worries.

Then I saw someone walking toward us.

It was Mama Ikenna.

The smile on my face disappeared immediately.

She stopped in front of our table.

She looked at my daughters with cold eyes.

Without saying a word, she picked up Ada's plate.

Then she took Kamsi's plate.

The girls looked at her in surprise.

"Grandma," Ada said politely, "I'm still eating."

Mama Ikenna laughed.

"No, my dear."

"This food is not for girls like you."

Ada looked confused.

"What do you mean, Grandma?"

Mama Ikenna turned and looked straight into my eyes.

"You have wasted twelve years of my son's life."

"You couldn't even give him one son."

"The best food is for the real heirs of this family."

My heart skipped.

Several people nearby heard what she said.

Nobody spoke.

Nobody stopped her.

She collected a small plastic bowl from one of the waiters.

Inside were cold leftovers.

Dry rice.

Small pieces of meat.

Vegetables.

Food that nobody wanted anymore.

She dropped the bowl in front of me.

"You and your daughters can eat this."

As she pushed the bowl across the table, stew spilled onto Kamsi's white dress.

My little girl looked down.

Then she looked at me.

"Mummy..."

Her voice was shaking.

Tears filled her eyes.

I quickly carried her onto my lap.

"It's okay, my baby," I whispered.

"It's only a dress."

But the tears in my own eyes refused to stop.

At that moment, I heard footsteps behind me.

I turned around.

It was my husband.

For one second...

I believed he had finally come to defend us.

Instead, he frowned at me.

"Chizoba," he said.

"Why are you making my mother angry on my birthday?"

I stared at him.

"Ikenna... I didn't do anything."

He shook his head.

"You always like creating problems."

"My mother only said the truth."

"If you had given me a son, this family wouldn't be having this conversation."

His words hit me harder than a slap.

I couldn't believe the man I had loved for twelve years was saying this in front of everyone.

I looked at my daughters.

Ada had lowered her head.

Little Kamsi was quietly crying.

Many guests watched us.

Some felt sorry for us.

Others pretended nothing was happening.

Not one person spoke for us.

At that moment, I realized something painful.

My daughters and I were completely alone.

I quietly picked up a clean handkerchief.

I wiped the stew from Kamsi's dress.

Then I cleaned the tears on Ada's face.

I forced myself to smile.

"My princesses," I said softly.

"Let's go home."

The girls held my hands.

As we began walking toward the gate, Ikenna called my name.

"Chizoba!"

I stopped for a moment.

But I didn't turn around.

I simply held my daughters' hands tighter and continued walking.

Behind us...

The music became louder.

People laughed.

The birthday celebration continued as if nothing had happened.

As we stepped outside the gate, Ada looked up at me.

"Mummy..."

"Is Daddy ashamed of us because we're girls?"

I felt my heart shatter.

I hugged both of my daughters tightly.

"No," I whispered, even though I wasn't sure I believed my own words anymore.

"But from today..."

"No one will ever make you feel less because you were born girls."

I had no idea where life would take us after that night.

All I knew was that the humiliation we suffered at that birthday party...
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