Chapter 1
Esther had a lot of expectations from life, she always wondered what her life would turn out like. From age 14, she had a promising beauty, a black ebony and beautiful African girl, She hailed from Lagos, Nigeria, she already turned heads everywhere she went.
She had a proud look about her which she got from her father, a handsome black man who brooked no nonsense from anyone.
Engineer Justin Fash, Esther's dad,took his work and everything around him seriously, he was a lover of life and women always flocked around him. He was successful, the best at what he did and for this singular reason, he was never short of work with contracts lined up and ready for the next assignment. He owed no man and believed in himself and what he was capable to achieve on his own terms. He is a force to reckon with and is known by many. Esther, though a girl, had all her fathers nature. As beautiful and intelligent as she was, took no nonsense from anyone, particularly boys who felt they were superior to the "weaker sex" so to speak, she always set them down, she was the defender of all girls around her, particularly in school, mostly they feared her and got out of her way, she and mostly stared them down as she was afraid of no one.
Esther Fash learned a bit of karate and boxing from one of her mother's workers who taught her the major rudiments in boxing, and with this she moved confidently around fearing no one, although she never looked for trouble, but then, she never backed away if some trouble came calling. Esther is the first of two children from her parents who got separated a few years after their marriage. She was too young to understand the intricacies of it all. She lived with her mom since the separation but she was every inch daddy's girl and her mum, Agnes kept telling her how much of manly characters she had. "You are a girl" she kept on saying, "act like one" but she didn't care. She was so much a handful for her mom to handle as she grew day by day and got into college. She hated arithmetic in school and mostly snuck out of class before the teacher came in.
Her mum Agnes, a teacher who took her work very seriously and tried her best to raise two children just didn't know what to do about her ever daring and stubborn daughter save to thrash her bum once in a while or give her some painful punishment. But being the tomboy that Esther was, the beating and punishment didn't do much good . Eventually she gave up and packed her up to stay with her dad who didn't believe all that was said about his "darling daughter".
Her dad's trust in her was refreshing and she promised herself never to let him down because of that. She became more focused and studious. She even started topping her class. This made her dad very proud of her. She continued like this till she finished college. Although, you can't take out totally her mischievous ways while in school.
Aside from all of these, Esther was a dedicated Christian who not only went to church regularly, but also made it a point of duty to join a department in church. "The choir". Yes, Esther has a beautiful voice and sang wonderfully, and at a very tender age she had joined the Catholic choir, so it was only normal for her to do what she was exceptional at, singing. Her mom used to tease her that she sang the best when food was almost ready, that's when she uses her voice to "disturb the neighbours " and yes, she was a hearty eater, she loved her meals. So she was happiest when food was about to be served. Before the age of ten, she already started composing songs, some of which were rendered in church while she lived with her dad. Most of the songs drew lovely comments from Pastors and members alike, and a few naturally assumed she would turnout to be a singer or musician as the case may be. Well... she thought to herself, " I don't mind" , she had always loved music anyway.
As time went by, she got into senior high and joined the commercial department, since her best friend and seat mate was in commercial and she couldn't bear to leave him, don't forget she was very poor at mathematics, but she was very good in English, her friend named "Sunday" was good in Mathematics, they always helped each other to read on their weak subject and they continued on till they both finished senior high.
Chapter 2
Esther had always been a head-turner, the kind of beauty that made men lose their train of thought mid-sentence. Yet, she carried herself with an air of unshakable confidence, a fortress that few dared to breach. In school, admirers buzzed around her like moths to a flame, but she remained indifferent, unbothered by their advances.
By the time she turned sixteen, fate played its hand. She met Olumide on her way back from GCE classes, while staying at her mother's for the holidays. That evening, weariness clung to her like a second skin as she dragged herself home. Then, out of the blue, a young man in his early twenties dared to stop her. Esther blinked in surprise. Men usually steered clear, intimidated by the aura of toughness she wore like armor. But Olumide was different - bold, unwavering. "If Dad were around," she mused with a knowing smile, "he'd have sent this one packing."
Olumide was relentless. Like a shadow, he was always near, watching out for her, ensuring she was safe. He appeared at every turn - on her way to the market, outside their apartment, even at unexpected corners. Soon, he became a fixture in her life, like a melody that lingered long after the song had ended. Her mother, however, was less amused. She caught him lurking around more than once and gave him a stern warning. "You're too young for this nonsense," she scolded Esther. "I don't want to see that boy around here again! Or else, I'll tell your father!"
Esther nodded obediently, but Olumide wasn't one to back down. Even when she moved to her father's home in Ogun State, he found a way to show up like an unshakable dream. He made his intentions clear - he wasn't just any suitor. He was a man on a mission.
Months turned into years, and by the time Esther gained admission to study Linguistics at a Federal university in Ilorin , Olumide had woven himself deeply into her life. He was her rock, guiding her through the maze of university bureaucracy, helping her settle in, and introducing her to every nook and cranny of the state as if preparing her for the world ahead. For two weeks, he was by her side, ensuring she was comfortable. But then, reality knocked - he had to return to Lagos to prepare for a job in Port Harcourt. "I'll be back in two months," he promised.
Their goodbye was tearful, but they clung to the hope that love would bridge the distance. Without mobile phones, they relied on NITEL landlines and letters, pouring their hearts onto paper. Then, suddenly, the letters stopped. The calls dried up. Silence stretched between them like an unspoken goodbye.
Determined to find answers, Esther traveled to Lagos, only to be met with a cold truth - Olumide had moved on, gone without a backward glance. What was once a love story etched in permanence had faded into whispers of the past.
Chapter 3
On campus, she had her fair share of suitors, but she remained steadfast - until she met Dr. Femi, the charismatic National Student Union President. He was a force to be reckoned with, known across universities and even within Aso Rock's corridors of power. Femi was drawn to Esther's quiet strength, and she, in turn, was taken by his passion. Yet, she had one condition: loyalty. "I can't stand a cheat," she warned. "Once a cheat, always a cheat."
For a while, he seemed true to his word, but the truth has a way of revealing itself. One day, she caught him red-handed, entangled in deception. Disappointment sliced through her like a blade, but she refused to make a scene. Instead, she walked away with her dignity intact, leaving behind a trail of broken promises.
Esther did her best to get over the cheat Femi, she backed off from any relationship, but men kept on calling, she never seemed to lack attention from them, but she was determined to take her time. Four years had come and gone already in school and she had started on her final year project in school. She had a wonderful friend who was a senior lecturer in the university and was her lecturer. He relocated to Nigeria from the United states and took a lecturing job in Esther's school. They became very good friends, as close a friend as a lecturer can be, he helped Esther in no small way to make sure her classes and projects were done smartly for which Esher was immensely grateful. To Esther, Mr Aje was the best lecturer she had ever known, he was like an uncle to her and advised her anytime the need arose.
She decided to go to Lagos for a while during one of her holidays in her final year class. Esther's cousin Toks convinced her to go to a club to play snooker, a game she loved. There, she met Joseph Macaulay, a charming man from a royal family who owned a water factory. The two quickly hit it off, exchanging numbers and getting to know each other. Their relationship blossomed over two years. They made future plans to marry, and Joseph introduced her to his family, who adored her. Esther traveled from Kwara State to Ibadan every two weeks to see him. They spent wonderful moments together, making memories.
However, things took a turn when Esther visited Joseph's office after finishing her final year exams. She noticed that one of his staff, Ngozi, who was usually friendly, had become distant and cold. When Esther confronted Joseph about it, he brushed it off. But the answer became clear when Ngozi entered the room, openly addressing Joseph informally and touching him intimately in Esther's presence. Esther's heart sank.
Determined to know the truth, she confronted Joseph in private. When he hesitated, she realized the betrayal was real. Despite her pain, she had come with important news - she was pregnant. She told him anyways, But in that moment, she knew she couldn't trust him. Without waiting for explanations, she walked away, boarding the bus back to Lagos with her dignity intact. As tears streamed down her face, she felt the sting of heartbreak but refused to let it break her spirit.
Chapter 4
Back in Lagos, Esther struggled with the decision of whether to keep the baby. Having seen many men abandon their responsibilities, she knew she did not want that life. Joseph had not contacted her in weeks, and she made up her mind - she would not have the baby. The procedure was painful, both physically and emotionally. She spent a week recovering at her mother's house, hiding the truth by claiming she was unwell. Her mother believed her story.
Weeks later, Joseph reached out, full of regret, but it was too late. Esther had already moved on. Though he offered support, she refused. She chose to rely on herself and her faith.
During this time, she joined a new church where she became a lead vocalist in the choir. Despite having three suitors vying for her attention, Esther prayed for guidance, determined not to repeat past mistakes. She was willing to wait for the right person, trusting God's plan for her life.
At The King's Throne Room church, Esther became well-known for her singing. God was using her mightily, and she captivated many with her voice. Men sought her attention, but she was not easily approachable. She trusted God to lead her to the right person.
Esther often sensed when something significant was about to happen. She experienced visions and dreams that warned her of future events. One day, during prayer, she saw a revelation - the Assistant General Overseer would be visiting. She wasn't happy about it, but she knew she couldn't avoid it.
Her reason was simple - she had never wanted to be a pastor's wife. Though she was devoted to her faith, she valued her independence. She enjoyed the freedom to make choices without restrictions. But deep down, she knew that whatever was coming her way, God had a plan for her life, and she had to be ready for it.
Chapter 4
Over the years, many suitors had come around, even pastors had asked for her hand in marriage, but she had never given any of them the time of day. She knew herself well enough to understand that she wouldn't make a good pastor's wife. For that reason, she did everything she could to avoid any romantic involvement with a pastor.
One Sunday, just before she left for NYSC, the Deputy Assistant General Overseer of the church, Pastor Anthony, intercepted her before she could slip away. Confronting her, he expressed that he felt she had been avoiding him and never even greeted him when he tried to say hello. Then, without hesitation, he went straight to the point - he told her that God had revealed to him that she was his wife.
Even though Esther had sensed his approach beforehand, hearing it stated so plainly still shocked her. How could he blurt out something so important on the very first day they spoke? She was dumbfounded. When she finally found her voice, she didn't want to be rude by rejecting him outright. Instead, she told him she would pray about it and get back to him, knowing she would be leaving soon for NYSC.
In her mind, she assumed that after a year of waiting, he would give up. She had no intention of marrying a pastor - certainly not this one. No way! she thought.
Before she knew it, the other assistant pastors had started approaching her, pleading on Pastor Anthony's behalf, urging her to give him a chance. Why would a pastor be asking for her hand in marriage, and she would be the one telling him off? They wondered.
Pastor Anthony didn't stop there. He went as far as speaking to all her friends from church and even those she had gone to school with, convincing them of his sincerity. Soon, they were all on her case - every single one of them. From pastors to workers to deacons, everyone seemed determined to persuade her.
It became overwhelming, and Esther was relieved when she finally left for NYSC. She thought she would finally get some respite. While away in Kaduna State for her Youth Service, she planned to take a break and reflect on her life.
After completing a month of orientation, she returned home briefly but avoided going to church because of everything that had happened. A week later, she left again.
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Chapter 5
Esther had made quite a few friends at the military school, most of them fellow corps members. Some were genuine, others wore friendship like a borrowed coat - only pretending to like her. She was a striking ebony-skinned beauty, the kind that turned heads without even trying. Naturally, she had caught the eyes of several military officers, some of whom were just biding their time, waiting for the perfect moment to shoot their shot.
But Esther was as firm as a rock when it came to her principles - married men were a no-go. No matter how dashing or charming they were, the moment she learned they had a ring on their finger, they were as good as invisible to her. That didn't stop them from trying, though. Some were as persistent as a fly buzzing around your ear - annoying and impossible to ignore.
One particular man, the Commandant of the military school, had set his sights on her. He was a man of power, used to getting what he wanted. Instead of approaching her directly, he played the game like a seasoned chess master, always sending his orderly to fetch her. Out of respect, she would go, but she made it clear as crystal - she wasn't interested in anything beyond formalities.
Of course, not everyone shared Esther's sense of morality. Some women at the camp were like cats on the prowl, ready to pounce on any opportunity, married or not. They saw the way the military officers admired Esther, and jealousy started brewing like a storm on the horizon.
Two weeks after arriving at the military school, she heard that someone had been asking after her. To her surprise, it was Pastor Anthony. Before she could process what was happening, he had already found his way to her hostel. He quickly mingled with her friends, winning them over with his charm. Before long, he had everyone on his side.Pastor Anthony had somehow managed to get into the hostel before
she did. By the time she arrived, he was already sitting comfortably, as if he owned the place. Her jaw nearly hit the floor - she hadn't expected to see him there and not to sound too rude, she asked him why he came, and he told her he missed her and wanted to see and surprise her. Well, she was quite surprised. But not happy about it. Her roommate had to vacate her room and bed for him to stay.
The following morning, she told him she would be going for classes, and would be back in a few hours, she left him in the hostel to go for her classes.
Then, as if on cue, the rumor mill started churning. Just a few hours after Pastor Anthony set foot outside the hostel, whispers began to snake their way into his ears. Some people - whether out of mischief or spite - told him that Esther was brushing him off because she was already tangled up with multiple military men. The words hit him like a ton of bricks, and suddenly, doubt slithered into his heart.
She tried to ask him why he was acting so cold, but at first, he said nothing. Instead, he simply started packing his things, his movements sharp and deliberate, after much query, he blurted, "I'm going home." She was shocked at the turn of event, although Esther was secretly relieved that he was leaving, she couldn't ignore the nagging need to understand what had triggered his sudden change in attitude and after much prodding, he finally snapped.
"I didn't know you were such a loose woman, dating men old enough to be your father," he spat. "I've heard all about your involvement with several military officers here. This is not the kind of woman I planned to settle down with. I've lost interest - I'm going back to Lagos."
The words hit Esther like a slap. It wasn't his decision to leave that unsettled her - it was the blatant lie he had swallowed whole. She took a deep breath, willing herself to stay calm, though her anger bubbled just beneath the surface like steam from a boiling pot.
"Going back to Lagos isn't the issue here," she said, her voice measured but firm. "But let's get one thing straight - I am not a loose woman. I don't know where you got that ridiculous idea, but let me make this clear: I'm not dating anyone. Yes, men have asked me out - that's normal - but I have never and will never entertain married men. I take my time before making such decisions, and I certainly wouldn't throw my values away like that!"
Just as she finished speaking, one of the commandant's orderlies stepped in.
"The Commandant is asking for you," he announced.
The timing couldn't have been worse. Pastor Anthony's expression darkened as if her guilt had just been sealed with a stamp.
"You can go," he said coolly. "But I'm leaving first thing in the morning."
His tone carried a finality that sent a sharp pang through Esther's chest. He didn't believe her. He regretted coming to Kaduna, and from the look in his eyes, she could tell - he had suspected from the very beginning that she hadn't wanted him there.
He said a lot more, words that muddled together in her mind, each one chipping away at what little hope she had left. She tried to convince him, but as she spoke, she quickly realized she was wasting her breath. His mind was made up and just like that, everything crumbled before her eyes.
Chapter 6
As Esther walked toward her office, she suddenly remembered that the Colonel had requested to see her. She quickened her pace, her thoughts swirling like leaves in the wind. Just as she neared the building, the orderly, a lieutenant, caught her attention with an unexpected comment.
"I've seen the way you keep turning down the Commandant's advances," he said, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. "But there's something you should know - something very few people are aware of."
Esther paused, curiosity piqued.
"The Colonel is a widower," the lieutenant continued. "He lost his wife five years ago, but not many people know because he was only recently posted to Kaduna. He's not the kind of man who flirts around. But ever since you arrived, his attention has been on you."
Esther's heart skipped a beat. The revelation was unexpected. The lieutenant went on to encourage her, insisting that the Colonel was a good man and that she should at least consider giving him a chance.
When she finally saw the Colonel, she wasted no time in getting to the point. "I heard something today, and I'd like to know if it's true," she said, meeting his gaze. "Did you really lose your wife five years ago?"
The commandant exhaled deeply before nodding. "Yes, it's true," he admitted. "But that's not why I've been asking you out, Esther. I like you - not out of loneliness, but because I genuinely see something special in you."
His honesty caught her off guard, and she found herself respecting his candor. "I'll think about it," she said finally, offering him a small smile before excusing herself.
Back at the hostel, she mulled over the situation. The Colonel was a good man - by all accounts, a man of honor. Besides, people already assumed they were involved. Maybe, just maybe, there was something worth considering here. Only time would tell.
The romance between Esther and the Colonel was the talk of the camp. It was the envy of every corper - especially the women who had harbored hopes of winning his heart. The men, on the other hand, were livid, grumbling among themselves that she had the Colonel wrapped around her little finger.
Despite his reputation for being a disciplined and no-nonsense leader, it was clear to everyone that the Colonel was utterly smitten. He treated Esther like a queen, and their bond was undeniable. They spent beautiful moments together - she sometimes stayed over, they dined at exclusive places, laughed over shared jokes, and built a friendship that was as solid as a rock.
Age difference be damned, the Colonel came down to her level effortlessly. He booked her flights whenever she needed to travel to Lagos, ensuring her comfort was never compromised. Their relationship was not just about romance; it was a learning experience. She soaked up his wisdom like a sponge, and he, in turn, discovered new perspectives through her youthful exuberance.
But just when she thought things were smooth sailing, the past came knocking.
Two months into their relationship, something unexpected happened. Esther's phone rang. She glanced at the screen and hesitated - Pastor Anthony.
Curious, she answered. The voice on the other end was drenched in regret.
"Esther, please... I am so sorry. I was wrong about everything. Please give me another chance. I will do anything," he pleaded.
Esther scoffed, shaking her head. The audacity!
"It's too late, Pastor Anthony," she said, her voice calm but firm. "You were the one who ended things, not me. I've moved on. I'm with someone else now."
But the man wouldn't let up. Call after call, message after message - he bombarded her with apologies, pouring out his remorse like a broken dam.
The Colonel, who had overheard the entire conversation, remained calm. When she hung up, he turned to her with a steady gaze.
"What do you want to do, Esther?" he asked, his voice even. "I won't force you to do anything."
She looked at him, her heart steady. The past was in the past. She had already made her choice.
Chapter 7
Over the weekend, Esther returned to the hostel, expecting a quiet evening, but what she walked into was anything but. A cluster of her friends was gathered, engaged in what seemed to be an intense discussion. As soon as she stepped in, they beckoned her over, their faces lit with excitement.
Something about their energy felt off, but she shrugged it off and went along with it.
The moment she opened her door, they poured in like a flood, piling onto her bed - more than fifteen of them. She raised an eyebrow, half-amused, half-suspicious.
"Wow! Did you all miss me that much that you had to hold a reunion in my room?" she teased.
They giggled but quickly got back to their discussion. It was about relationships - specifically, the age-old debate: who makes a better partner, an older man or a younger man?
Some argued that a younger, God-fearing man was the ideal choice - one who didn't drink, didn't smoke, and followed Christian principles. They reasoned that such a man would never raise his hands against his wife, and together, they could build a future from the ground up.
Esther listened, though something in her gut told her there was more to this gathering than just idle talk. And soon enough, the other shoe dropped.
The door creaked open.
She turned her head, and there he was - Pastor Anthony.
Her heart nearly stopped.
Before she could react, he fell flat on the floor, his hands stretched out in supplication, his voice shaking with emotion.
"Please, Esther! I'm sorry!" His cries filled the room, his body shaking like a leaf in the wind. "Please, I made a mistake. Forgive me!"
Esther's breath caught in her throat.
Oh. My. God. This was a setup.
It all clicked into place - the strange discussion, the way they had lured her into her room, the collective effort to hold her attention. Pastor Anthony had orchestrated the entire thing! He had been waiting in the shadows, pulling the strings like a desperate puppeteer.
Her friends immediately sprang into action, pleading on his behalf, their voices overlapping in a chorus of persuasion.
"Esther, please, give him another chance."
"He has realized his mistake. Isn't that what matters?"
"You know he's a younger man, a Christian! He fears God - he won't lead you astray."
Bisola and Rachel, her closest friends, looked at her earnestly. If anyone could convince her, it was them.
Esther clenched her fists. They wanted her to forgive and reconcile with him. They even went as far as suggesting that she should "gently and slowly" break things off with the Colonel by the end of the service year. Her head spun.
Oh my God, she thought. This isn't happening.
The room was spinning with voices, emotions running high, and there she stood in the center of it all, her patience hanging by a thread.
Chapter 8: The Gentle Goodbye
The days following the hostel ambush were a blur for Esther. Her friends had thrown everything at her - tears, prayers, emotional blackmail, and carefully constructed theology. They begged her to forgive Pastor Anthony, to "walk in the spirit of mercy," to "see the bigger picture." And in her weariness, she had agreed to consider reconciliation.
But there was still the Colonel.
Their relationship had been a steady and respectful one, full of calm conversations and long phone calls filled with mutual admiration. He had respected her boundaries, made her laugh, and never once raised his voice. He was mature, established, and knew what he wanted.
And yet, there was no spark of divine destiny in their story - or so her friends insisted.
"Anthony is your God-ordained man," they kept saying. "Don't let emotions rob you of God's plan."
Those words echoed in her head as she packed up her things. Her NYSC year had come to an end, and with it, so had her time in the North. The Colonel, ever the gentleman, offered to pay for her flight back to Lagos. She hesitated for a moment - but then accepted. It was the least he could do, he had said, and she couldn't find the heart to refuse him one last kindness.
The final conversation between them happened at the airport. They sat at a quiet corner near her boarding gate, sipping bottled water and watching planes take off.
"I guess this is it, then?" he asked, his voice even.
She looked at him and nodded slowly. "You've been good to me," she whispered. "But? this path, I don't think it's ours to walk."
He gave a small, understanding smile. "Is it about him? The pastor?"
Esther didn't speak, but her silence said enough.
"I hope he's worth it," he said softly.
He reached out and gently took her hand, not possessively, just for a final moment of peace. Then, with a quiet nod, he stood up and walked away.
Esther boarded the flight to Lagos with tears in her eyes. Something precious had ended - but a new chapter, however uncertain, had just begun.
Chapter 9: Unsettled Beginnings
Back in Lagos, Pastor Anthony wasted no time. He picked Esther up from the airport himself and swept her into a flurry of activity. He was all smiles and apologies, making a show of being the reformed man everyone prayed he would be.
Esther got a job shortly after as a teacher at a school, not far from Pastor Anthony's residence in Surulere. It was a modest place, but she liked the rhythm of work and the sense of independence it gave her.
They resumed their courtship, but Esther couldn't shake a sense of unease. There were moments when Anthony seemed distant, or controlling. He would question her about who was calling, where she was headed.
two of her closest friends suggested she give Pastor Anthony another chance. She had poured her heart out to them, shared every bump and bruise of her history with him, yet here they were - rooting for a man who had once broken her spirit. They claimed he had turned over a new leaf, that his change of heart seemed genuine, and that perhaps he deserved a second chance. Esther, torn between her emotions and reason, nodded and said she'd think about it. But deep down, she had already buried that idea six feet under.
In the depths of her soul, Esther knew the idea of becoming a pastor's wife left a sour taste in her mouth. She imagined the restrictions, the scrutiny, the never-ending expectations - it wasn't the life she had dreamed of. What complicated matters further was the fact that, she found out that during her absence, Pastor Anthony had wormed his way into the hearts of her family. He often stopped by to say hello, brought little gifts, helped around the house, and even assisted her younger sister with her final year project at UNILAG. Her sister sang his praises like a broken record, saying, "He's humble, helpful, and genuinely cares." To the outsider, they could easily pass for a couple, but her sister would always laugh and say she was just helping her big sister keep an eye on him.
"Don't forget, the Colonel is much older," her sister would often say. "And what if he never reaches out again? Pastor Anthony is young, and frankly, I like him."
Back at her home church, The King's Throne Room, Esther was greeted like royalty. Rumors of an impending engagement began swirling like wildfire. People talked as though wedding bells were just around the corner. Esther simply went with the flow, though something inside her felt unsettled. She had prayed, asked God for a sign, and then came the dream - Anthony had appeared. So maybe, just maybe,
At the school she worked, Her charm and grace made her the darling of both staff and students, and within a short time, she had carved a niche for herself.
A year later, wedding preparations began in earnest - three months down the line. But just when the wheels were turning smoothly, the Colonel walked back into her life. He was in Lagos and had come to see her. She was happy to see him - her heart skipped a beat - but something had changed. Her emotions were now buried under layers of duty and commitment to Pastor Anthony.
When the Colonel tried to rekindle the flame, Esther broke the news: she had moved on. She told him she felt he had dragged his feet and failed to show he was serious. The Colonel confessed that he had hesitated because he feared he was too old and that her family might not approve. They parted ways at the restaurant, each carrying a suitcase of regrets.
Chapter 10
Esther trudged on with Pastor Anthony. But cracks soon appeared in their perfect picture. She noticed he would go out of his way to please her, often bending over backwards to keep her happy. At first, she thought he was just a gentleman. But the more she poked, the more he seemed on edge - as though walking on eggshells.
Then, one fateful evening, the mask slipped.
She had asked him a few questions about his side job with the local government and his plan to go into full-time ministry. She voiced her concern about how he'd sustain himself and their proposed family, he kept insisting that i was Gods will, and ahe told him to wait till they were married, as her parents would not like the development. That was all it took. Like a storm cloud suddenly bursting, he raised his hand and struck her.
The slap hit her like a bolt from the blue.
Esther was stunned - rooted to the spot. The red flags she had ignored all came crashing down like a house of cards. She had sworn never to tolerate abuse; growing up, she had seen women beaten down - physically and emotionally - and vowed never to walk that path. Her mind screamed: "Run!"
She called off the engagement immediately.
The entire house went into a frenzy. Her siblings rushed over. Her mother and aunt, having witnessed the aftermath, rebuked Pastor Anthony. He knelt, begged, cried rivers, but Esther's heart was made of stone that day. "I'm not going to marry a man who raises his hand to me," she declared with finality.
Ironically, the engagement was just a month away. But she took it as a divine warning - a sign from above that she had been walking into a trap. The doubts she had once brushed aside now screamed for attention. Though everyone tried to persuade her to forgive, she had made up her mind.
And once Esther made up her mind, there was no turning back.
Chapter 11: It's over!
As Esther stormed out on Pastor Anthony, she rushed straight to her parents. Her mother was in the living room with her aunt when Esther burst in, her eyes blazing with fury and tears brimming. Without hesitation, she announced that she was no longer interested in the relationship, despite the wedding registry being only a few weeks away.
"I would rather have a broken engagement than a broken marriage," she declared, her voice trembling but resolute.
She recounted what had just happened - how she dared to ask Anthony some honest questions, and in response, he had the audacity to slap her. "If he can raise his hand at me now, when we are not even married," she said, "what will he do when I'm in his house, bound to him by vows? I will not go into a home where violence might live."
Her family listened in stunned silence as she stood her ground, her resolve clear and unwavering. She asked them to call off the wedding immediately.
By this time, Anthony, realizing the gravity of what had just happened, came rushing in. Desperate, he fell to his knees, his voice cracking as he begged her not to end things. Turning to her parents and aunt, he pleaded for their intervention.
Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed, rolling on the floor in anguish, swearing he had lost control in a moment of madness and would never lift his hand against Esther again. The room was thick with emotion. His cries were so heartfelt, so dramatic, that even the most stoic among them were moved.
"If a man can humble himself like this," someone whispered, "perhaps he truly is sorry."
Esther's mother, shaken by the scene, gently took her daughter's hand. "He's swearing on the Bible," she said. "He says he'll never do it again. He looks ashamed? he's pleading. Maybe - just maybe - this was a mistake he won't repeat."
Family members joined in, urging Esther to forgive him this once, assuring her that they would hold him accountable from now on.
Torn between her personal conviction and the weight of familial pressure, Esther stood silent for a long moment. She didn't want to appear disobedient or obstinate in the face of those she loved. And so, against the verdict of her own better judgment, she finally agreed - reluctantly - to give Anthony another chance.
Chapter 12 : THE PREPARATION
Plans, plans, and more plans went into full gear for Esther's wedding. It was to be the very first wedding in the family - not only for her immediate relatives but also for her aunt's household, who were more like an extension of their own. Esther's mother and her aunt were so close they were practically sisters, and their children had grown up together as one big family.
Naturally, Esther's wedding became a collective celebration. It was more than just a marriage - it was a landmark event, a milestone. Every effort was made to ensure the occasion would be grand, memorable, and flawless.
Esther's father spared no expense. Every dignitary, friend, and extended relative was invited. Her mother, a prominent member and even president of several Catholic women's groups - the Ladies Guild, Catholic Women's Organization, and others - was determined to invite every fellow member. This was not just a wedding; it was a showcase.
Before the church wedding and the grand reception, however, there was the civil registry ceremony, scheduled a few weeks ahead.
On the morning of the registry, Esther woke up with a heavy heart. A quiet dread clung to her spirit. She couldn't quite explain it, but something inside her whispered that she was making a mistake. Her mind and heart were not at peace.
"Maybe Anthony isn't the one," she thought.
But then, she remembered the money her parents had spent, the countless hours of planning, the expectations of family and community. Disappointment was a burden she didn't want to bear - or cause. And so, suppressing her doubts, she decided to go along with it.
The house buzzed with excitement. Everyone was dressed in their finest, radiant and eager. Smiles filled the rooms, laughter danced in the air - but none of it reached Esther. Her joy felt absent, her heart unsure.
At the registry office, they sat down before the registrar. The ceremony unfolded quickly - words were spoken, rings exchanged. And before she could say "Jack," it was done.
They were married.
Officially, at least.
Yet, instead of feeling joy, Esther felt an unshakable sadness. A sense of having crossed a line she wasn't meant to.
She looked up toward the heavens, her eyes glistening, and whispered a prayer:
"Lord, please help me. Help me to do the right thing, even if I don't know what that is."
She was now Mrs. Rock.
Chapter 13: THE REGISTRY
And so, the atmosphere was filled with joy and laughter as everyone celebrated the successful completion of the registry. As fate would have it, the event coincided with Auntie Mary's birthday, turning the day into a double celebration - the official signing of Esther's marriage and Auntie Mary's special day.
The house came alive with music, food, and laughter. There was a lively party that evening, but everyone knew that this was only the beginning. The real celebration - the grand wedding - was still a month away, and that was what everyone eagerly anticipated.
Word of the upcoming event had already spread far beyond family circles. It had become the talk of the town. Neighbors, friends, even distant acquaintances made up their minds that they would attend - invited or not. Esther's wedding was no longer just a family affair; it was a community spectacle.
In preparation for the big day, Esther and her siblings moved into their father's newly completed home in Berger. It was a beautiful, spacious house, and it became the new base for all wedding planning and activity. There, they poured themselves into earnest preparations - checking details, finalizing arrangements, and rehearsing steps for the long-anticipated celebration.
Before the white wedding, all traditional rites had to be completed. Anthony's family had fulfilled their obligations - presenting the customary gifts, tokens of goodwill, and symbolic items that bound the two families together in cultural unity.
The traditional marriage ceremony went on smoothly, marked by color, music, and cultural pride. Coincidentally, it fell on Esther's mother's 50th birthday. Agnes, radiant and joyful, saw the event as a double blessing: her golden jubilee and the traditional wedding of her beloved daughter happening on the same day. Her joy was complete.
Two days later, it was time for the church blessing - the sacred ceremony that would seal the marriage before God and the congregation.
Chapter 14 THE WEDDING
In the weeks leading up to the big day, Esther went bridal shopping with the quiet determination of someone trying to make peace with her reality. Her wedding attire was carefully crafted by one of the most renowned seamstresses in the city, known for exquisite, hand-sewn gowns. Her shoes were custom-made in Berger, her jewelry delicate but elegant, and her wristwatch - an understated luxury. Everything she chose was premium, polished, and beautiful.
Though her heart remained uncertain, she resolved to accept her new reality. "Maybe with time," she told herself, "I'll grow into this marriage? and maybe happiness will follow."
On the long-awaited day, the church overflowed with people. It was held at St. Avios Chapel, one of the grandest churches in Berger. Esther had served there for years as one of the beloved lead singers and ministers, and the congregation had watched her grow. They came out in full to witness her union.
There wasn't even room to step. The pews were filled, the aisles lined, and the air thick with anticipation and celebration.
The officiating pastor came from her father's church, a dignified man with a commanding presence, who led the service with reverence and grace. Everything went smoothly - the vows, the prayers, the blessings.
As a token of love and pride, Esther's father gifted her a car - a sleek, silver ride that carried the bride from the church to the reception in style.
And what a reception it was.
The venue dazzled with elegance, every detail meticulously arranged. Dignitaries filled the space: four royal kings, their robes shimmering in the light; the governor of the state; an array of commissioners; and many prominent school owners from across Lagos State.
Agnes, Esther's mother, was a respected educator, school founder, and a pillar within the National Association of Proprietors of Private Schools (NAPPS). Her colleagues and associates showed up in full regalia to honor her and her daughter.
The event was a grand display of wealth, influence, and celebration - an occasion for the history books.
But beneath the laughter, beneath the glamour and grace, one question still quietly tugged at Esther's heart: Was all this splendor enough to silence the voice within her that wondered if she had made a mistake?
CHAPTER 15: THE HONEYMOON
After all the festivities, when the final song had been sung and the last guest had departed, Esther and Anthony retired for the night. Rather than going straight home, they decided to spend their first night as husband and wife in a luxurious hotel not far from Surulere - a five-star retreat arranged by Anthony and his friends as a honeymoon surprise.
Anthony was on top of the world. From the moment they stepped into the hotel, the staff and even a few guests greeted him with admiration, congratulating him like a man who had just won the lottery of life.
For Anthony, this was more than a celebration - it was a triumph. Born into a modest family, he had known struggle firsthand. His father, a man of humble means, ran a few small businesses, but stability had always been elusive. Anthony's mother had passed away ten years earlier, a loss that shaped him deeply. Esther had never met her. In her place was Anthony's stepmother, who had given birth to four more children, bringing the total to seven - with Anthony being the firstborn.
Ironically, Esther too was the first child - of six siblings. Being the eldest on both sides of the family meant expectations, responsibilities, and emotional burdens would soon follow them into their marriage, stretching their strength and patience in unseen ways.
But that night, none of that mattered.
At the hotel, Anthony was euphoric. He was like a boy in love for the first time, his eyes gleaming with unfiltered joy. He had married the woman he had longed for, prayed for, dreamed of - and now she was his. All his.
Esther, meanwhile, was quiet. She tried to absorb the moment, to silence the voice in her heart that still carried unease. She reminded herself of all the effort, all the sacrifices, the expectations they now carried. She was determined to make it work.
"I've come this far," she thought, "and with God's help, I will give it my best."
She looked at Anthony, who was smiling so brightly, and whispered a prayer. "Lord, help me to love him. Help me to build this home. Even if I don't feel ready? help me be willing."
And so, under the soft lights of the hotel suite, surrounded by luxury yet shadowed by unseen realities, their married life quietly began.
Chapter 16: SETTLING IN
The next day, Esther and Anthony returned home to begin their new life as husband and wife. The first few weeks were filled with excitement and light-hearted moments. They laughed more, explored each other's quirks, and slowly adjusted to the rhythm of married life. Esther also began meeting more of Anthony's extended family and neighbors, learning the dynamics of the community she was now part of.
But beneath the smiles and warm greetings lay a truth she hadn't been fully prepared for.
Pastor Anthony had married Esther into a one-bedroom apartment.
For someone like Esther - raised in comfort, used to her own space, and coming from a well-to-do family - this was a hard adjustment. Before marriage, she had her own two-bedroom apartment, a haven of peace and personal space. Now, she shared a single room with her new husband - and three of his younger siblings who lived with him.
It was a far cry from what she was used to.
She didn't find it funny, nor was it easy. But she kept quiet. She couldn't bear the thought of telling her parents where she now lived. She didn't want to seem ungrateful or superficial. Esther had always believed in humility, in hard work, and in trusting God's process.
So, she chose to adapt.
"It's not where we start that matters," she told herself. "With faith and effort, we'll grow. We'll move into something better someday - a two-bedroom flat, maybe even more."
And so Esther settled in, praying, working hard, and doing her best to build a home in the most modest of circumstances.
But it didn't take long before the cracks began to show.
The challenges came - unexpected, uninvited, and unrelenting.
And the problems began.
Chapter 17: ADJUSTING TO MARRIED LIFE
A month into the marriage, Esther, ever gracious, had taken Anthony's younger siblings as her own. She tried to treat them with kindness and fairness, allowing them certain privileges in the house. But she quickly realized that sharing a single room with three growing adolescents came with its challenges - especially as newlyweds.
She attempted to help them build structure: setting boundaries, encouraging better routines, and trying to create a sense of order in their crowded living situation. But there was one issue that constantly pressed on her - lack of privacy.
She found it impossible to be intimate with her husband while his siblings slept just a few feet away on the floor.
"You can't expect us to make love while your siblings are lying there, breathing and shifting in their sleep," she told him one night, her voice firm but pained. "What if one of them wakes up? What kind of example are we setting? What kind of dignity do I have as a wife?"
To her surprise, Pastor Anthony didn't see the problem.
"The room is big enough," he replied casually. "They're asleep. They won't notice anything."
Esther was horrified.
In her mind, intimacy was sacred - and privacy, non-negotiable. She suggested they bring in a carpenter to divide the large room, perhaps with a temporary wooden partition. That way, at least they could have a private corner, a semblance of space to call their own.
But Anthony brushed the idea aside.
"I don't have time for that," he said. "There's no need. Everything's fine the way it is."
Esther's heart sank. She tried again and again, begging her husband to see reason. But he remained unmoved. And so, the silence in their bed continued. She felt exposed, watched, and deeply uncomfortable - like a guest in her own marriage.
Then, by a stroke of grace, two months into the marriage, an opportunity arose. In a nearby three-bedroom flat, one of the tenants decided to move out. The apartment had a spare room and a living area, and word got to Anthony quickly. Without wasting time, they acted. They secured the space and moved in as soon as possible.
Anthony took one room for himself and Esther, while the siblings shifted to the living room. At last, a boundary was drawn.
For the first time since the wedding, Esther exhaled.
She was relieved - grateful that she could finally enjoy privacy with her husband without feeling the weight of watching eyes or muffled footsteps in the dark. The new arrangement wasn't perfect, but it was a step forward, a small victory in a marriage already marked by silent sacrifices.
Chapter 18: A NOTICEABLE CRACK
As time passed, Esther began to notice strange and unsettling changes in her husband. The man who once doted on her with sweet words and public affection began to unravel before her eyes.
Pastor Anthony had a temper - one that flared up over the smallest things. A forgotten chore, a delayed meal, a question asked with innocent intent could ignite a storm. His anger came fast and loud, and he took offense at nearly everything Esther said or did. It felt as though the honeymoon had ended, and in its place was a growing bitterness - one that hinted at a deeper resentment.
Sometimes, it seemed as though Anthony was punishing her for some unseen offense, perhaps something tied to the past he couldn't let go of. Rumors had once circled about Esther when they lived in the North - rumors he never truly confronted her about, but perhaps never forgot. Now, his actions spoke louder than his words. The warmth had cooled. The mask was slipping.
At church, however, Anthony wore a different face. He still smiled. He still preached. He still presented himself as the loving pastor and devoted husband. But those close to them, and especially Esther, saw a different man behind closed doors.
Trouble also began to brew in the ministry. New pastors had been ordained - many of them professionals, well-to-do, and influential in their careers. Slowly, the tide began to shift. Where Anthony once held a central position, he was gradually pushed aside. The general overseer's wife and some of the newer ministers began to take on more of the responsibilities he once carried.
There were whispers, then tensions.
It was almost like a silent war within the church - one that left Anthony feeling displaced and embittered. As his influence waned, his frustration grew. And unfortunately, he brought that frustration home.
Esther became his scapegoat.
When things didn't go well at church, he lashed out at her. When he felt ignored or overshadowed, he made her pay for it in silence, in shouting, in cold stares, and cruel words.
"You're impossible," he would yell. "You think everything is about you. You don't even understand me!"
He would talk her down in private, raising his voice loud enough for neighbors to hear. The man once revered and admired began to show a monstrous side - one that made even Esther question if the man she had married was ever real to begin with.
Everyone saw the loving couple on Sunday. But only Esther knew the heartbreak that echoed through the walls of their new home.
Chapter 19: IM PREGNANT
When Esther discovered she was pregnant, a strange blend of joy and sorrow welled up inside her. She had longed for this moment - and dreaded it, too. For nine months, her sister-in-law had whispered questions with pointed stares: "Why haven't you taken in yet?" Neighbors speculated. Even members of the church gossiped.
Now, finally, she had conceived. Despite the chaos. Despite the pain. Despite the fact that love, as she had once known it, had slowly unraveled.
The news brought her a flicker of hope. Perhaps the child would be a balm to the bruises she carried silently. But her body was tired, and her soul was stretched thin. Not long into her first trimester, Esther began spotting. The doctor, concerned about a possible miscarriage, placed her on strict bed rest for the next three months.
She had to quit her job. No more morning rush. No more grading papers. No more pretending all was well outside, while everything inside her was breaking.
All she was allowed to do was sleep, eat, and rest.
Ironically, it was during this stillness that Anthony softened. He became gentler, more attentive - perhaps out of guilt, perhaps out of fear, or maybe because impending fatherhood gave him pause. The fights didn't stop completely, but they came less frequently. And for that fragile moment of peace, Esther was grateful.
Yet the danger wasn't over.
Chapter 20: THE PROPHESY
There was a scare. A deep one. At one point, her doctors prepared to evacuate the fetus, fearing it might not survive. Esther lay on the clinic bed, clutching her stomach, whispering prayers. Was this child refusing to enter the world because of the chaos it could already sense? she wondered, half-delirious, heartbroken.
Just before the scheduled procedure, a senior pastor and family friend - known to be a prophet - was invited to the house. After praying over Esther and placing his hand on her womb, he declared:
> "Do not touch that child. He lives in your womb, He is a boy child - and he carries a great destiny. He will be born. And after him, a girl shall follow. This womb has been blessed."
His voice was calm but firm, as though echoing from a place beyond understanding.
Moved by faith, they sought a second opinion.
The new scan revealed something incredible: the baby was perfectly fine. No evacuation was needed, she was our of danger.the d
Fetus flickering quietly, holding on.
But the miracle did not fully mend the cracks in their home.
Anthony didn't stop the fights altogether. They simply took on new rhythms. Instead of yelling, he sulked in silence. Instead of abuse, he weaponized neglect. At times, he refused to give Esther any money for food. At other times, he vanished for hours, leaving her alone, motionless, with only her heartbeat and the faint flutters in her womb to keep her company.
Esther called it a disaster, but she endured it like a soldier in a quiet war - trusting that the same God who saved her child would someday save he too
Chapter 21: The Child
The child stayed in the womb for ten long months before Esther finally returned to the hospital for a check-up. It was then that she met Dr. Xena again, who, upon examining her, was alarmed to find Esther already overdue for delivery.
She was immediately admitted and told to call her husband to bring in the baby's things. For the next three days, Esther labored in pain, trying to deliver her baby. Despite several attempts and multiple rounds of induction, she couldn't deliver the baby on her own. Eventually, the doctors decided on a Caesarean section.
At last, she was delivered of a baby - a bouncing baby boy.
The entire family rejoiced at the arrival of the newborn. He was the exact image of his mother - her complexion, her beauty, even her delicate features. He was such a beautiful baby, he almost looked like a girl. Everyone was filled with joy - even Pastor Anthony.
Around this same time, Pastor Anthony had experienced a fallout with the General Overseer of his church. The overseer had done everything possible to sideline him, consistently giving important roles to others and deliberately excluding him. Faced with growing frustration and lack of fulfillment, Anthony made the difficult decision to step away from the church and venture into itinerant ministry.
It wasn't easy on the family. Esther wasn't working, and their income was uncertain. But with support from her family, especially her parents, Esther pressed on and stayed strong.
Her father, Engineer Justin, visited for the first time to see his grandson. He came bearing gifts and household supplies to ease the baby's arrival. The child was showered with presents from both the maternal and paternal sides of the family. It brought a wave of comfort to the household during those first few months of adjustment. She focused all her attention on her baby. He was a very happy child who.eas growing up in a toxic environment.
Chapter 22
Their son, whom they named Joshua, was a beautiful, chubby, and lively boy. He was so friendly and charming that he quickly became everyone's favorite. Strangers and family alike always wanted to carry him, captivated by his bright eyes and infectious smile.
Joshua began his early education at his grandmother Agnes' school. Agnes had recently launched a private school comprising a nursery, primary, and eventually a college. It was the perfect place for Joshua to start. Soon, his tiny feet could be seen toddling around the school premises, exploring every corner like he owned the place.
With Joshua in school, Esther began to feel the weight of staying idle at home. She knew she couldn't take up a full-time job yet - her child was still young, and she had resigned from her teaching position during her extended bed rest. But she needed something to do. She needed her own space and financial independence.
Despite the birth of their child, Anthony's temperament hadn't changed. Their home was constantly under tension. The fights continued almost every week. His way of punishing Esther was by withholding money for the household - a cruel form of silent warfare.
Determined to break free from depending on him, Esther reached out to her younger sister and shared her desire to start a small business. She had always been interested in fashion and accessories, so she planned to go into buying and selling clothes, shoes, and jewelry.
Using the modest savings she'd gathered from Joshua's naming ceremony, Esther launched her small venture. With Joshua safely at school during the day, she began selling her items in local markets and to friends, gradually building a customer base.
Bit by bit, she was creating something of her own - a small empire of independence.
Chapter 23
After about two years of running her small business, a friend helped Esther secure a job at a microfinance bank. She was employed as the Assistant Human Resource Manager. It was a welcome breakthrough for her - steady income, structure, and a breath of fresh air from the chaos of her home life.
Luckily, the bank was located very close to her mother's school, The Royal Queens, where Joshua was enrolled. Eventually, to better balance her responsibilities, Esther decided to let Joshua stay with her mother during the week. She would pick him up on Fridays and spend the weekends with him. It was a practical decision - it allowed her to concentrate on work during the week and even use her evenings for her side hustle.
One particular Friday, while heading home from work, she had an unexpected encounter - one that took her breath away.
It was Olumide.
Her first love.
After more than ten years, there he was, right in front of her. The shock was mutual. They both stopped, stunned. Then came the familiar smile, the warmth of recognition, and the exchange of pleasantries. He looked genuinely happy to see her. They exchanged numbers before parting ways.
The next day, he called. At first, Esther hesitated to answer. But eventually, curiosity got the better of her, and she picked up. Their conversation was light but deep. Nostalgic. They agreed to meet at a small eatery just down the road from her office.
Olumide was married now - and so was she. But seeing him brought back a flood of memories and unresolved questions. Over drinks and a modest meal, they caught up on lost years. He told her how he had been transferred to a very remote part of the country shortly after their relationship ended and had been unable to contact her until recently.
Esther shared bits of her story too - the good, the bad, and the complicated. Their conversations were therapeutic, like finding a missing piece from the past. Occasionally, they would meet just to talk, to escape the weight of their individual realities.
For Esther, those moments with Olumide were brief windows of peace - time away from the tension at home, the constant arguing, the cold silence that had become her new normal. She held on to those alone times like her life depended on it
Chapter 24
The fights at home had escalated.
What once felt like cold wars now erupted into full-blown battles. The tension that had always lingered between Esther and Anthony became almost unbearable - and things took a turn for the worse when Pastor Anthony's younger sister moved in with her three unruly sons.
She had fled her own marriage after her husband nearly beat her to death. Seeking refuge, she moved into her brother's home - Esther's home - and brought her chaos with her. For years, she had supported Anthony in his arguments with Esther, always assuming her brother was the one in the right.
But living under the same roof opened her eyes.
She saw, firsthand, the way Anthony would provoke arguments over the smallest issues. He would nitpick, criticize, and twist Esther's words until there was no peace left in the room. He would withdraw affection, sulk, or suddenly explode in anger - and always managed to make Esther the villain.
At first, Pastor Anthony's sister stayed quiet. But as days passed, the tension became undeniable. She watched Esther come back from long hours at work, drop her handbag wearily, and head straight to the kitchen to cook for the entire household - while she herself sat and watched TV with her sons, who had turned the house upside down.
Eventually, she pulled Esther aside one evening, her tone softer than ever before. "I'm sorry," she said quietly, "I didn't know things were like this. I always thought you were the one stirring things up? but now I see it's my brother."
The apology surprised Esther.
It wasn't just words - her attitude began to change. She started helping around the house and even tried to keep her boys in check. And, more significantly, she began to defend Esther whenever Anthony tried to twist a situation in his favor. It was the first time in years Esther felt even a hint of support in her own home.
But that didn't change everything.
The house was still heavy with unrest, and Pastor Anthony's behavior remained erratic. Esther began finding reasons to stay out later. Work was busy, but even when it wasn't, she lingered outside - sometimes doing her side business, sometimes just sitting in her car, breathing in silence before facing the storm again.
Most of her friends had scattered abroad. Conversations were rare, distant, and filled with photos of new lives she wasn't a part of. She felt forgotten, isolated.
And that's when Olumide re-entered her life
They continued to meet t for coffee at nearby eateries. He was married now, and so was she. Yet their conversation flowed easily - like old friends reconnecting after a long journey. Nothing inappropriate - just conversations, laughter, and the kind of emotional space Esther hadn't had in years. Olumide became the friend she could call when her chest felt tight and her world felt small.
And in those moments, she felt human again.
Chapter 25
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Though their meetings remained respectful, the constant time Esther spent with Olumide stirred up a wave of emotions she hadn't felt in years - not since before her marriage. There was something about being seen, heard, and listened to that awakened an ache within her. A nostalgia for what once was - and what could have been.
For Esther, it wasn't just about the past. It was about the present - the emotional vacuum she lived in, the silence and coldness at home, the way Pastor Anthony ignored her needs unless it was convenient for him. She hadn't felt cared for in a long time, and Olumide's friendship filled a void, however briefly.
But even as her heart tugged gently toward him, she kept herself in check. Esther had never been the type to be involved with a married man, and she wasn't about to start now. She knew the line - and refused to cross it. Still, the thought lingered: Was she willing to keep living this way? Could she leave this marriage that seemed to be going nowhere?
One quiet evening, after one of their casual meetups, Olumide brought up something that made her heart pause.
"I'll be traveling out soon," he said, watching her carefully. "Germany. It's for work... but I'm also thinking of making it permanent. Starting afresh. I was hoping you might consider coming with me."
The silence between them grew heavy.
Esther didn't respond right away. Her mind ran through years of history with him - the sweet, the sour, and the ache of what they'd never had a chance to become. There was a moment, just a flicker, when it felt like she might say yes. But reality rushed in.
He was married. She was married. Whatever cracks existed in both marriages, they were still marriages. And as tempting as it was to imagine a new beginning, Esther couldn't build that future on broken foundations - not hers, and not his.
More than anything, she thought of Joshua - her son, her anchor, her reason. She couldn't imagine leaving him or dragging him into the unknown based on emotions she wasn't even sure were real or lasting.
With quiet strength, she smiled at Olumide.
"I can't," she said gently. "I have my son? and this path isn't mine to take. Not like this."
He nodded slowly, understanding. There was disappointment in his eyes, but also respect.
It was clear - the chapter had to close.
They said their final goodbye that evening, and as she walked away, there were no tears. Just a quiet resolve in her heart. She had chosen her peace. She had chosen her son. And somehow, that felt like freedom too.
Chapter 26: Her daughter on the way
Esther poured her energy into her son and her job. Little Joshua was growing fast - bright, playful, and perceptive beyond his years. He had become her reason, her strength, and her escape.
The banking job, though stable, was never meant to be a long-term path for her. Numbers were never her strength - she had always struggled with mathematics, even back in school - and the stress of the finance world wore on her. She had taken the job out of necessity, not passion, and she quietly counted the days until she could leave.
The industry was demanding. Early mornings, long hours, endless targets. But Esther was disciplined. She endured the pressure, all the while saving up and planning her next move. In her heart, she knew she wanted something different - something that would allow her to be present for her son and give her more control over her time.
At home, things hadn't changed with Pastor Anthony. If anything, they'd become worse.
They lived under the same roof, yes - but like flatmates. No companionship, no affection. Just a cold silence, broken only by quarrels or the occasional night when Anthony would come to her bed, take what he wanted, and return to his corner of detachment. It was the life of a married single woman - a painful half-existence Esther had grown numb to.
Eventually, when the pressure at work became unbearable, she handed in her resignation.
With some savings and the little stability she'd managed to create through side hustles, Esther launched fully into her small business. She began supplying office items to companies, sourcing materials from wholesalers, and even expanded into event merchandise. The "Aso Ebi" trade - sourcing and distributing uniform fabrics for weddings and funerals - became one of her most consistent streams. She handled lace, Ankara, head ties, even party souvenirs. Esther was on the move again, and for the first time in a long time, she felt like she was building something of her own.
But then, in the middle of it all - amidst the hustle, the independence, the fragile balance she was holding together - she felt it: the fatigue, the dizziness, the telltale signs.
She didn't want to believe it.
But a test confirmed it.
She was pregnant.
Chapter 27
Esther didn't allow herself to spiral after discovering she was pregnant again. She quickly gathered herself and took control of the situation, just as she always did when life tossed her into a storm.
She informed Pastor Anthony of the pregnancy, and though he gave little response, she made it clear that like her first pregnancy, she would need to prioritize her health and rest. Thankfully, this time around, the baby gave her strength - not weakness. Her body adjusted with more ease, and unlike her first experience, she remained active throughout most of it.
As the months passed, Esther prepared earnestly for her child. A scan eventually confirmed what she had already known deep in her spirit: it was a girl. A prophet had once told them during the tumultuous days of their first pregnancy that a girl would follow their first child. Esther had held onto that prophecy quietly - and now, here it was, unfolding before her eyes.
She named her Jubilee - even before the birth. And when the day finally came, nine months later, Esther welcomed her baby girl through a scheduled cesarean section. Jubilee was beautiful - bright eyes, soft brown skin, and delicate features that mirrored her father's.
For reasons Esther couldn't quite explain, she felt from the beginning that Jubilee would always be closer to her father. And strangely, she was okay with that. After all, she had always been a daddy's girl too. Perhaps it was just the cycle repeating.
Jubilee turned out just as radiant as her name. Curious, lively, and bold, she lit up every room she entered. Her big brother Joshua doted on her, often acting like a second parent. The two were inseparable - an unbreakable bond of laughter, mischief, and love. She was full of spirit - and yes, she was truly her father's daughter.
But even as her children filled her world with joy, the darkness at home never lifted.
Anthony's treatment of her only worsened. The fights were endless - over money, over imagined slights, over nothing. Sometimes he accused her of disrespect, other times of trying to become "too independent." When the tension became unbearable, Esther would quietly take the children and move temporarily - sometimes to her parents' house, other times to her aunt's - anything to find peace, even briefly.
Neighbors knew them well by now. Their home had become infamous as the "fighting house." People would knock on their doors, stepping in as unofficial mediators whenever a new bout of screaming erupted. The shame of it was too much. Esther stopped attending his church altogether, choosing instead to worship at a nearby church where she could blend in as just another member - not as the broken-hearted wife of a pastor.
She also stepped down from choir responsibilities and leadership roles. She couldn't carry the image anymore. The bitterness was becoming too much, and her spirit was suffocating.
Eventually, even her own family had had enough.
The calls from neighbors, the visits, the stories - it was all too much. One day, her father, Engineer Justin, was summoned to intervene.
By then, Esther had made up her mind. Quietly and steadily, she had been saving up to rent a small apartment. She knew she was ready to leave. She had nothing left to prove. The emotional, verbal, and physical abuse had stolen years from her. And now, for the sake of her sanity and her children, she was preparing her exit.
Anthony saw the shift in her. He sensed her slipping through his fingers - and he hated it. He refused to contribute anything toward her business, yet he wasn't above borrowing from it when he needed help. Sometimes he paid her back. Sometimes he didn't. He resented her progress. The more she succeeded, the more bitter he became.
But the worst of it - the deepest wound - came from his refusal to forgive.
Years had passed since the NYSC saga, but Anthony still hurled the same accusation in every fight. He called her a prostitute. A disgrace. A woman he regretted marrying. He never stopped reminding her of what he believed had happened during her time in the North - twisting the past like a dagger in her side.
And yet, even with all this hatred, he wouldn't let her go.
He wouldn't leave.
He wouldn't bless her to walk away.
He only knew how to punish.
But what he didn't know was that Esther was no longer waiting for permission.
She was already walking toward the door.
Her knees nearly gave way as she sat on the bathroom floor, the stick trembling in her hand. "Oh God," she whispered. "What am I going to do?"
Another baby? With Pastor Anthony?
A man who barely looked at her. A man who hadn't changed. A man she had emotionally divorced years ago.
It wasn't supposed to happen. She had been careful. She had plans, business targets, her son to raise. This? this was not part of the plan.
But it was happening. Baby number two was on the way.
Chapter 27
Esther didn't allow herself to spiral after discovering she was pregnant again. She quickly gathered herself and took control of the situation, just as she always did when life tossed her into a storm.
She informed Pastor Anthony of the pregnancy, and though he gave little response, she made it clear that like her first pregnancy, she would need to prioritize her health and rest. Thankfully, this time around, the baby gave her strength - not weakness. Her body adjusted with more ease, and unlike her first experience, she remained active throughout most of it.
As the months passed, Esther prepared earnestly for her child. A scan eventually confirmed what she had already known deep in her spirit: it was a girl. A prophet had once told them during the tumultuous days of their first pregnancy that a girl would follow their first child. Esther had held onto that prophecy quietly - and now, here it was, unfolding before her eyes.
She named her Jubilee - even before the birth. And when the day finally came, nine months later, Esther welcomed her baby girl through a scheduled cesarean section. Jubilee was beautiful - bright eyes, soft brown skin, and delicate features that mirrored her father's.
For reasons Esther couldn't quite explain, she felt from the beginning that Jubilee would always be closer to her father. And strangely, she was okay with that. After all, she had always been a daddy's girl too. Perhaps it was just the cycle repeating.
Jubilee turned out just as radiant as her name. Curious, lively, and bold, she lit up every room she entered. Her big brother Joshua doted on her, often acting like a second parent. The two were inseparable - an unbreakable bond of laughter, mischief, and love. She was full of spirit - and yes, she was truly her father's daughter.
But even as her children filled her world with joy, the darkness at home never lifted.
Anthony's treatment of her only worsened. The fights were endless - over money, over imagined slights, over nothing. Sometimes he accused her of disrespect, other times of trying to become "too independent." When the tension became unbearable, Esther would quietly take the children and move temporarily - sometimes to her parents' house, other times to her aunt's - anything to find peace, even briefly.
Neighbors knew them well by now. Their home had become infamous as the "fighting house." People would knock on their doors, stepping in as unofficial mediators whenever a new bout of screaming erupted. The shame of it was too much. Esther stopped attending his church altogether, choosing instead to worship at a nearby church where she could blend in as just another member - not as the broken-hearted wife of a pastor.
She also stepped down from choir responsibilities and leadership roles. She couldn't carry the image anymore. The bitterness was becoming too much, and her spirit was suffocating.
Eventually, even her own family had had enough.
The calls from neighbors, the visits, the stories - it was all too much. One day, her father, Engineer Justin, was summoned to intervene.
By then, Esther had made up her mind. Quietly and steadily, she had been saving up to rent a small apartment. She knew she was ready to leave. She had nothing left to prove. The emotional, verbal, and physical abuse had stolen years from her. And now, for the sake of her sanity and her children, she was preparing her exit.
Anthony saw the shift in her. He sensed her slipping through his fingers - and he hated it. He refused to contribute anything toward her business, yet he wasn't above borrowing from it when he needed help. Sometimes he paid her back. Sometimes he didn't. He resented her progress. The more she succeeded, the more bitter he became.
But the worst of it - the deepest wound - came from his refusal to forgive.
Years had passed since the NYSC saga, but Anthony still hurled the same accusation in every fight. He called her a prostitute. A disgrace. A woman he regretted marrying. He never stopped reminding her of what he believed had happened during her time in the North - twisting the past like a dagger in her side.
And yet, even with all this hatred, he wouldn't let her go.
He wouldn't leave.
He wouldn't bless her to walk away.
He only knew how to punish.
But what he didn't know was that Esther was no longer waiting for permission.
She was already walking toward the door.
Chapter 28
It was the first time Esther's father, Engineer Justin, stepped into their home with authority. This time, he didn't come bearing gifts for his grandchildren. He came as a father whose daughter's marriage was collapsing before his very eyes.
Alongside him was Anthony's father, an elderly man who had heard enough from neighbors and relatives to know it was time for a serious intervention. The living room that day was tense, the silence broken only by the cautious shifting of chairs and the clearing of throats.
Engineer Justin asked for honesty - from both sides. He wanted to hear it all.
Esther, with measured calm, recounted years of mental and emotional abuse, the beatings, the verbal slander, and the ever-growing bitterness. Pastor Anthony countered with vague accusations, pointing fingers at her independence, her stubbornness, and - as always - bringing up the Zaria incident like it was his eternal ace card.
But as the hours passed, and both men listened intently, it became glaringly clear: there was no concrete fault Esther could be held to, not beyond what had already been endlessly hashed and bruised. There were no new wrongs, no present sins. Just the tired, bitter echoes of a man who refused to forgive and move on.
It was Anthony, not Esther, who stoked the fires.
It was Anthony who always picked the fights.
Even his sister, who had once taken sides against Esther, had eventually come to see it for herself. She'd lived under the same roof. She had seen how he could turn a quiet morning into a battlefield with a single word.
When it was clear that Anthony could offer no fresh grievance - only the shadow of Zaria - Esther's father finally spoke.
"Change," he said, looking Pastor Anthony in the eye, his voice steady and commanding. "Or I will come back here? and take my daughter with me. You've had more than enough chances."
He turned to Esther then, and pressed an envelope into her hand. It held half a million naira. "Add this to your business," he said. "Do something for yourself. Be strong."
With renewed determination, Esther made plans to rent a small shop, a base for her growing side business - clothing, accessories, fabric, and Aso Ebi. But once again, Anthony found a way to interfere. He went behind her, spreading false rumors to the shop owner and sabotaging the deal before it could be finalized.
Esther was crushed at first. But then, with new clarity, she pivoted.
If she couldn't have a shop, she would take her shop to the streets.
She used the money instead to buy a small, used car - clean and functional. With it, she turned her business mobile. She could deliver, move, and sell her items across town. From estates to salons, from offices to events, her car became her storefront, her independence on four wheels.
For the first time in a long while, she felt like she was in charge of something again.
It didn't fix her marriage. It didn't stop the insults or the cold nights or the tension in the home. But it gave her something powerful - a sense of control over her own life.
And in that space, hope began to flicker once again.
Chapter 29
Esther had finally reached her breaking point. She poured her life into her children and her business, and before she could blink, her son was already in Primary Six. A whole decade had passed - ten long years of endurance - since Joshua's birth, and she had given everything to raise her children in peace.
But the peace had never truly existed in that home.
For twelve years, she had lived in the same cramped two-bedroom apartment they got when they first married. Despite all the years gone by, despite the growth of their family, they had never moved. And now, the space felt even more suffocating - not because of the walls, but because of the pain, the history, the shame.
The neighbors had known them as the couple who always fought. Every time someone passed by their building, there were whispers. The entire compound had become a stage for their public battles, and Esther had had enough. She begged Pastor Anthony for them to move to a better place - somewhere fresh, somewhere they wouldn't be reminded of all the hurt.
But he refused.
He claimed the rent was cheap because the house was in court - an inheritance battle among the owners - and they were only paying a minimal fee to the court. To him, staying there was wisdom. To Esther, it was bondage.
She had saved up for years. And now, she finally had enough to move out. She found a modest two-bedroom apartment in Fagba, not too far from her father's house. It was decent, clean, and most importantly - hers. She did all the basics: painting, plumbing, and minor fixtures. She was ready.
The plan was simple: move when Pastor Anthony wouldn't be home. And what better day than a Sunday? He had a program at a church all the way in Victoria Island, and she knew he wouldn't return till evening. With her cousin's help, she hired a rental moving van. Everything was set.
But just two days before her secret move, on Friday night, Pastor Anthony did what he always did - he apologized.
He came to her softly, like a man transformed. He said he had realized he was the problem. He admitted to all the wrong he had done over the years - the abuse, the harsh words, the neglect. He told her he was sorry. That he loved her. That he wanted to change.
Esther stood there, listening.
It wasn't the first time.
He was always good at apologizing. In fact, apologies had become part of the cycle - the quiet before the next storm. And she had grown used to that pattern. So, this time, she simply nodded and smiled, not revealing that her plan was already in motion.
Sunday came. Pastor Anthony left early for the VI program.
Esther wasted no time.
The truck arrived, her cousin ready to assist. Her children helped carry small boxes. The movers began loading furniture, bags, and other items into the van. But the compound gatekeeper stood stunned - he couldn't believe the amount of property she was moving.
In their culture, it was unusual for a woman to "own" things in the house. Yet here was Pastor's wife, packing almost everything. From electronics to kitchen appliances, from furniture to curtains, Esther's mark was everywhere in the home - a reflection of the years she held the family together.
Suspicious, the gatekeeper refused to open the gate.
"You can't leave with all these until Pastor returns," he insisted. "Let's wait for Oga."
It became a standoff. But Esther had already informed her father and was ready to escalate if needed. She had receipts, proof of purchase - evidence that these things were hers. And with quiet determination, she stood her ground.
She had made up her mind.
This wasn't just a move. It was a declaration.
She was leaving behind the pain, the insults, the cold nights, the bruises hidden beneath sleeves, and the suffocating reputation of "that fighting family." She was reclaiming her dignity.
And as the sun dipped low that evening, and the last of her belongings were loaded into the van, Esther exhaled.
This was freedom.
Chapter 30
As the moving truck waited at the gate, the compound was already abuzz. People stood outside their doors, whispering, watching the commotion unfold. Then, a car screeched to a halt - it was Pastor Anthony. He jumped out, still in his white suit, breathless, eyes wide in disbelief at the mountain of items being packed out.
"Esther! Esther, please!" he shouted, his voice cracking as he rushed towards her. "I thought we had settled this on Friday! Didn't we talk? I apologized. I said I'd change! Why are you doing this?"
Without shame, he dropped to his knees right there on the dusty compound floor, weeping uncontrollably. "I don't want another man to father my children! Please, don't go!"
The neighbors, many of whom had called him out of concern, had expected him to come and assert control - to look at the massive amount of belongings Esther was taking and put a stop to it. In their minds, no woman should have that much property in her husband's house. It was a cultural affront.
So they whispered to Pastor, "Just check the luggage. Make sure she's not taking what belongs to you."
But Pastor Anthony didn't care about the items.
"That's not the issue," he cried. "It's not the property. It's my wife. My children. I just want my family. Please, beg her for me."
Esther stood still, unmoved.
For years, he had done this. Cried. Begged. Apologized. Then reverted. The cycle had broken something in her - and this time, she wasn't going to be pulled back in.
The entire scene was heartbreaking. Even seven-year-old Jubilee came down from the truck, her tiny face filled with confusion and sorrow. She looked from her mother to her father and back, torn.
"Mommy, please forgive Daddy. He said he won't do it again." Her innocent voice shook the compound.
Esther's heart clenched. But her resolve held.
"Get into the car, Jubilee. Your clothes are packed. You'll come see Daddy again, don't worry."
But Jubilee shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I want to stay. Daddy is crying. He needs someone. I'll stay with him."
Esther looked at her daughter, then at her weeping husband. A part of her wanted to scoop Jubilee into her arms and never let go. But she knew the road ahead required strength. Sometimes, love meant letting go.
"Alright," she saidsoftly, bot know that your dad can't take care of you by himself, he needs to go out and you need to go to school. . She faced her husband, bring her to the school. I'll pick her up on Monday" said Esther
Jubilee clung to her father as he sobbed harder. "Tell Mommy not to go," Pastor Anthony pleaded. "Tell her I'll change."
But Esther turned to the movers. "Let's go." Her voice was clear. Unshaken.
The compound fell silent as the truck rolled forward. Her cousin was already waiting down the street. There was no turning back now. She had made her decision.
Esther took one final look at the house where she had known more sorrow than joy, more fights than peace. The walls were familiar, but they never gave her warmth.
She drove out of Surulere. Straight to Fagba. A new life awaited.
No husband. No apologies. No more going in circles.
Just Esther.
Her business
Her son
And her freedom
Chapter 31
Freedom at What Price?
The air in Fagba felt different - lighter, freer. Esther stood by the window of her new two-bedroom apartment, watching as the morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains. For the first time in years, she woke up without the tension of walking on eggshells or bracing for another argument.
Her son, Joshua, had adjusted quickly. Now in Junior Secondary School, more independent and always quick to lend a hand, he seemed relieved too - as though the shadows that had trailed them in Surulere had lifted the moment they left.
But freedom, Esther soon realized, came at a cost.
There were lonely nights. Nights when Jubilee's absence sat like a stone in her chest. She called her often, checked up through the nanny and neighbors, but it wasn't the same. Her little girl had chosen to stay with her father - not because she hated her mother, but because he needed her more. That knowledge stung, no matter how much Esther tried to rationalize it.
She now handled everything alone. Bills. Business. School runs. Groceries. Health issues. There was no one to lean on - but at least, no one to insult her either. The peace was deafening and healing all at once.
Her business began to flourish in unexpected ways. Making it mobile had opened doors. She drove around Lagos, supplying uniforms, gifts, fabrics, and decor. She built a name for herself - not as Pastor Anthony's wife, but as Esther, the strong woman who rebuilt her life from ashes.
Her Sundays were different now. No longer seated on the high chair in church pretending her marriage was intact. She now worshipped among the crowd - quietly, sincerely, free.
But even with the small joys, there were moments of aching. Watching her son sleep on nights when he asked, "Mummy, is Jubilee ever coming to stay here again?" Or the calls that went unanswered when her daughter got busy with school or attached to her new routine with her dad. Esther missed her.
Then, a few weeks later, Jubilee came back.
It happened quietly - on a weekday evening, her father dropped her off with a few clothes and her backpack. "She's asking for you too much," he'd said. "I think she needs her mother now." Esther knew there was more to it. Jubilee hadn't just missed her - Pastor Anthony was building a new plan.
The girl ran into her arms like she had never left. Esther breathed her in and wept quietly later that night.
Her home was whole again. But not untouched.
Pastor Anthony began calling more frequently. Stopping by "to check on the kids." Offering to "take them out for ice cream" or "help with groceries." It was obvious - he wasn't just visiting his children. He wanted to reinsert himself into her life.
And he didn't stop there. Unbeknownst to Esther, he had already begun visiting her family - her father, her aunt, even her elder brother. He came not to argue this time, but to beg. For a final chance. He spoke of therapy, of counseling, of healing. He said he had truly changed.
Esther, of course, wanted none of it.
But not everyone in her family agreed.
Chapter 32
Chapter 32: A Second Chance at Happiness
The final family meeting was called by Esther's parents. It was clear they were deeply disturbed by the thought of their daughter living alone, raising two children without support. Though Esther had long made up her mind, her parents pleaded for her to give Pastor Anthony one last chance. Her father, stern and resolute, warned Anthony that any further abuse would be met with serious consequences - even arrest. Reluctantly, Esther agreed.
Pastor Anthony moved back in. For the first few months, he was on his best behavior. The home had a semblance of peace, but underneath it all, Esther had changed. She no longer loved him. His touch repelled her, his presence irritated her. The wounds had never healed. Once Anthony sensed the emotional distance, his old ways slowly crept back. The home became tense. Arguments resumed. Neighbors once again became unwilling witnesses to their chaos.
It was around this time that Esther's mother handed over her school to her, ready for retirement. Esther embraced the opportunity. She enrolled for a postgraduate degree in Education at the University of Lagos, funding everything herself. She threw herself into work, academics, and her children.
Pastor Anthony, on the other hand, regressed. He became verbally abusive again, calling Esther demeaning names. He had sold his car, and now drove hers recklessly. Their two years in Fagba were nothing but a string of disappointment and misery.
Esther decided to move closer to her mother's school to ease the stress on her vehicle and reduce the school commute. The hope of reconciliation was all but dead. When Anthony suggested they get a loan for a new apartment and promised to refund, Esther, against her better judgment, took a loan of one million naira.
He never paid it back. Then COVID-19 struck. Schools shut down, income disappeared, and Esther bore the financial brunt of their lives. When schools reopened, they had already spent two years in the new house at Palmgrove. And Esther knew she was done.
Her son was in his final year. Her daughter was close behind. She sold off her car to offset the loan Anthony never repaid. Then, quietly, she packed her belongings and moved with her children into her mother's vacant apartment.
Pastor Anthony had already started seeing another woman. Esther didn't care. For the first time in a long time, she was at peace. She was ready to start over. To rebuild. To love again.
Her dreams hadn't gone the way she planned. Her hopes had been dashed time and time again. But through the pain, she found resilience. Through the heartbreak, she found clarity.
And as she stood in her new home, the weight of the past falling away, Esther closed her eyes and whispered aprayer - not of regret, but of gratitude.
"Thank you, Lord, for the strength to walk away? and the courage to begin again."
She opened her eyes to the soft light filtering through the window, dancing across the faces of her children as they laughed over something trivial. There was no more fear, no more begging for love that wounded. What remained was the quiet dignity of a woman who had survived.
The school flourished under her leadership. She completed her postgraduate degree with distinction. Her children excelled in their paths, inspired by their mother's tenacity. And though she stayed single for a long while, Esther wasn't lonely. She had rebuilt her life with purpose, surrounded by friends, faith, and fierce independence.
Years later, when love will come knocking again, - gentle, respectful, and kind - Esther wont rush. She'd welcome it as a gift, not a necessity. She had already found happiness within herself.
THE END