My Husband's Family
Part 4
Jane cut all ties with her husband and his family so they won't come for her. She made sure she didn't tell anyone close to them about her whereabouts.
Nine months later she gave birth to baby boy—her first child.
She didn't inform her husband family about the baby only her family members her mom was making plans to visit the following Month.
The days that followed were filled with both joy and exhaustion, but nothing could have prepared her for the horror that unfolded a week later. The baby, once strong and healthy, suddenly became gravely ill. He cried endlessly, his tiny body burning with fever, and no medication seemed to help. Jane was terrified. Each passing hour felt like she was losing him.
Then, early one morning—while the world was still quiet and heavy with dew—Jane heard a knock at the door.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Firm. Unrelenting.
She wrapped her wrapper around herself tightly and shuffled to the door, barely prepared to face another doctor’s visit or neighbor’s concern. But when she opened the door, her heart nearly stopped.
It was her mother-in-law.
“What?!” Jane gasped, her heart pounding. “What are you doing here?”
Her voice trembled with a mix of fear and anger. She widened her eyes, shocked at the boldness of this sudden intrusion.
The older woman smirked, brushing past Jane’s stunned face like a shadow from another world. “Why shouldn’t I be here?” she said, her voice sharp like a blade. “Am I not your mother-in-law? Besides… you carry our blood. My son’s child.”
Jane stood frozen, lips parted, words lost.
“You don’t know me, do you?” the woman continued, her voice now lowering to something darker, heavier. “I am the Igbudu Woman. I see everything that goes on in my bloodline.”
Jane’s knees buckled slightly. Her mouth opened in shock, but no words came out. The name Igbudu was whispered often in fearful tones—linked to strange powers, visions, and old traditions that no one dared to challenge. She’d always dismissed it as folklore. Now, it was standing right in front of her.
The woman stepped into the room without waiting for permission and made her way to the crib. Without hesitation, she picked up the baby, whispering something under her breath in a language Jane didn’t understand.
Then, with eyes that sparkled with ancestral knowledge, she turned to Jane.
“Pack your things. Now. You are coming with me to Benin.”
Jane’s world swirled. Her fingers trembled. She looked at her baby, then at the woman holding him with such certainty and power.
This was no longer just about her or even her husband. Something ancient had been awakened. Something she didn’t understand… but couldn’t ignore.
And so, with her heart pounding and her mind racing, Jane began to pack—uncertain of what awaited her in Benin… or of what secrets her husband's family truly held.
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Part 4
Jane cut all ties with her husband and his family so they won't come for her. She made sure she didn't tell anyone close to them about her whereabouts.
Nine months later she gave birth to baby boy—her first child.
She didn't inform her husband family about the baby only her family members her mom was making plans to visit the following Month.
The days that followed were filled with both joy and exhaustion, but nothing could have prepared her for the horror that unfolded a week later. The baby, once strong and healthy, suddenly became gravely ill. He cried endlessly, his tiny body burning with fever, and no medication seemed to help. Jane was terrified. Each passing hour felt like she was losing him.
Then, early one morning—while the world was still quiet and heavy with dew—Jane heard a knock at the door.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Firm. Unrelenting.
She wrapped her wrapper around herself tightly and shuffled to the door, barely prepared to face another doctor’s visit or neighbor’s concern. But when she opened the door, her heart nearly stopped.
It was her mother-in-law.
“What?!” Jane gasped, her heart pounding. “What are you doing here?”
Her voice trembled with a mix of fear and anger. She widened her eyes, shocked at the boldness of this sudden intrusion.
The older woman smirked, brushing past Jane’s stunned face like a shadow from another world. “Why shouldn’t I be here?” she said, her voice sharp like a blade. “Am I not your mother-in-law? Besides… you carry our blood. My son’s child.”
Jane stood frozen, lips parted, words lost.
“You don’t know me, do you?” the woman continued, her voice now lowering to something darker, heavier. “I am the Igbudu Woman. I see everything that goes on in my bloodline.”
Jane’s knees buckled slightly. Her mouth opened in shock, but no words came out. The name Igbudu was whispered often in fearful tones—linked to strange powers, visions, and old traditions that no one dared to challenge. She’d always dismissed it as folklore. Now, it was standing right in front of her.
The woman stepped into the room without waiting for permission and made her way to the crib. Without hesitation, she picked up the baby, whispering something under her breath in a language Jane didn’t understand.
Then, with eyes that sparkled with ancestral knowledge, she turned to Jane.
“Pack your things. Now. You are coming with me to Benin.”
Jane’s world swirled. Her fingers trembled. She looked at her baby, then at the woman holding him with such certainty and power.
This was no longer just about her or even her husband. Something ancient had been awakened. Something she didn’t understand… but couldn’t ignore.
And so, with her heart pounding and her mind racing, Jane began to pack—uncertain of what awaited her in Benin… or of what secrets her husband's family truly held.
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