Chapter 3: One Night, Many Regrets

At one party, he was set up by some wicked people and drugged with a strong aphrodisiac.

I volunteered to go to his room and help him through it.

That night, he was shockingly gentle.

Even though the drug was working, he still forced himself to hold back, to control himself.

He touched me with so much care, always thinking about how I felt.

When I cried out from pain,

His eyes turned red. He closed his eyes in pain, but still managed to stop himself.

"Don’t cry, don’t cry..."

He gently kissed away my tears.

I was almost carried away by the strange feelings Tunde brought that night.

After everything, Tunde finally became sober.

When he saw me, my body covered with bruises, he just froze.

He quickly turned his back to me.

"I have brought shame to my cousin’s name. I must do the right thing. Tomorrow, I’ll send someone to propose to the Eze family."

He was a proper man.

With things like that, he had no choice but to marry me.

His voice was heavy that night, a burden settling on his shoulders. The next morning, the compound buzzed with news of his promise—his word was law, and I was to be his wife.