Chik wanted to humiliate his ex-wife by inviting her to his grand wedding. He imagined she would arrive looking sad, broken, and ashamed. But when Goi stepped out of a shiny black Rolls-Royce holding the hands of three little boys, the entire hall froze. The same woman he once called barren now had triplets. And that was only the beginning.
Once upon a time, in the busy city of Anyugu, there lived a man named Chik. He was a wealthy businessman in his early thirties. Everyone in town knew him as a man who loved money, cars, and power. Chik wore expensive suits, drove the newest cars, and carried himself as if the ground beneath him was not good enough for his shoes.
He was proud, loud, and obsessed with respect. But behind the big house and the gold watch on his wrist, there was one part of his life that filled him with anger every single day.
His wife, Goi, had no children.
Goi was a quiet, gentle woman. She was beautiful, with smooth brown skin and soft eyes that carried sadness most of the time. She had married Chik out of love, not for his money. For seven years, she stood by his side.
But those seven years became years of pain because every month she waited, and every month the answer was the same.
No child.
One evening, the storm that had been building in their marriage finally broke.
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