The Final Confrontation
Daniel returned to his family house.
This time, not with gifts or respect, but with questions.
His mother sat on her usual velvet sofa, sipping zobo like nothing ever happened.
"I want the truth," he said, standing tall. "Why did you try to destroy my marriage?"
She looked up slowly, unfazed. "Because she would have ruined you, Daniel."
"You never gave her the chance to even try."
"She doesn't come from our world."
"No, Mama. You don't come from mine anymore."
The words hung in the air like thunderclouds.
"I made you everything you are—"
"No. You tried to. But I chose Favour. I chose my path. And this is the last time you will ever interfere."
She scoffed. "You think love is enough? That girl doesn't even cook—"
Daniel cut her off. "She does now. And she's stronger than anyone I know."
A silence settled. Heavy. Cold.
Then his mother did something she never had.
She looked away.
Daniel walked out.