Brian laughed lightly. “Her imagination is strong.”
Then a familiar voice rose from the back of the crowd.
“That’s enough.”
Daniel had returned.
He walked into the circle with the same steady calm he had carried the day before. This time he was not just curious. He was prepared.
“If this man claims he had nothing to do with Joy’s pregnancy,” Daniel said, looking directly at Brian, “then why did he disappear immediately after she told him?”
Brian’s face changed.
“I left for work,” he muttered.
Mzee Otieno narrowed his eyes. “Did Joy tell you she was pregnant before you left?”
Brian hesitated.
“Yes,” he admitted.
The crowd murmured.
Before Brian could recover, Shosho Akinyi stepped forward and said she had overheard him months earlier speaking to Joy about marriage. Then a farmer added that he had seen them walking together often. Another villager nodded and confirmed it. The story Brian tried to build was already beginning to collapse.
Then Daniel reached into his jacket and removed an envelope.
Inside it was a clinic record.
He handed it to the elder.
Mzee Otieno adjusted his glasses and read aloud, his voice growing heavier with each word. The paper confirmed that Joy had visited the clinic months earlier. It also confirmed that Brian Uma had accompanied her and signed as the responsible partner.
The silence that followed felt sacred.
Brian’s face drained of color.
“You lied to us,” one villager said.
“You wanted to destroy her,” another added.
Even Beatrice looked stunned.
Joy’s tears fell, but not from humiliation this time. From the unbearable relief of truth finally standing where lies had stood for so long.
Mzee Otieno turned to Brian with quiet fury. “You have dishonored this village.”
Brian lowered his head.
And then, just when everyone thought the day’s shock had reached its limit, Daniel turned to Joy.
“Joy Wamboka,” he said gently.
She looked up.
“I came here by chance,” he said. “Or at least that is what I believed. But sometimes life places us in front of someone for a reason.”
The crowd held its breath.
“If you are willing,” Daniel said, “I would like to marry you.”
The square went completely still.
Joy stared at him.
Brian looked up in disbelief.
The women who had mocked her the loudest had no words left.
For one suspended moment, it felt as if the whole village was balancing between the old story and a new one no one had seen coming.
Daniel’s face was serious. Respectful. He was not offering pity. He was offering honor in the very place where she had been denied it.
Still, Joy’s heart, though moved, had learned something painful about promises.
She took a slow breath.
“I cannot say yes today,” she said softly.
Gasps broke through the crowd again.
Daniel did not look offended. Only attentive.
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