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MOM WHY ?

EPISODE 2

If heartbreak had a face, it would have been mine that night.
If betrayal had a sound, it was my own mother’s laughter echoing in my ears as I stood frozen at the door.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to tear the house apart. But my voice died inside my throat. All I could do was stare.

My husband.
My own mother.
On the same bed where I once dreamed of raising children.

Tears blurred my vision. My body shook violently, as if I had been thrown into a storm.

“Mother…” my voice cracked like a broken plate. “How could you?”

Chike jumped off the bed, fumbling with his boxers. “Please, Amaka, let me explain—”

“EXPLAIN WHAT?!” I roared, my voice finally finding its strength. “That you were sleeping with my mother under my roof?!”

But then it happened—the thing that broke me beyond repair.

Instead of showing shame, instead of kneeling down and begging for forgiveness, my mother looked me in the eyes and said calmly:

“Amaka, stop shouting. You are embarrassing yourself.”

Embarrassing myself?
Those words pierced me deeper than any knife.

I staggered backward, holding the doorframe for balance. “Mama… is this really you? The same woman who carried me in her womb? The same woman who prayed for my marriage?”

She adjusted the bedsheet and said with no remorse, “I carried you in my womb, yes. But don’t forget that I am still a woman. I have needs too.”

I gasped, clutching my chest. “And you chose my husband to satisfy those needs? Mama, why?”

Her face hardened. “Because you don’t know how to keep a man.”

Her words struck like thunder. I felt my soul leaving my body.

Chike stepped closer, his voice trembling. “Amaka, please, don’t make this worse. I… I love you, but it just happened.”

“It just happened?!” I spat, my tears soaking my cheeks. “No, Chike. Things like this don’t just happen. You made a choice. Both of you did.”

I sank to the floor, my sobs shaking the walls of the house. The man I called my king. The woman I called my mother. My pil