Thanks for reading. And thanks for the vote. Today will be a busy day for me, but if I find time, I will put up another update. Thanks you for over 100 votes in the last few days. My readers snapped ahah. Love you all
#angryrantI am never one to complain about a reader’s criticism, but when it’s done with malicious intent, I can’t stand it. The reader Jane rated my book 1½ over 5 stars because the chapter is short (every short chapter is followed by a long chapter to maintain balance) my editor when I started on GN advised me to write shorter chapters so readers can easily afford it and not complain about too much coin. That advice had stuck for over two years. 5 days ago, Jane, who didn’t know why I do what I do, rated my hard work 1½ over 5, bringing my book from a 10 rating to 9.1. If you have an issue with a book or writer, ask questions or, better still, do not read the book. Rating it poorly because of what you don’t even know is cruel and malicious.I am sad and angry. I am a reader as much as I am a writer and I have read books with short chapters and understood what short chapters meant.Most times my chapter ends at 2.5k or 3k words, but because I know the coin consumption would be higher
We arrived home, and Aaron carried the still sleeping Zion into his arms and rested his small head on his shoulder as we both approached the house. The little boy must have felt the change because he woke up and his dull eyes lingered on me.“Mommy.”“Yes, my love.”“Are we home yet?”I bobbed my head and said, “We are. We are going in now.”Aaron opened the door, and I followed him inside. “I’m hungry,” he whined.“I know, and I will get you something to eat in no time.” I reached out and ruffled his hair. I felt exhausted from the stress of today, but I had to put him first and put his needs above mine, like always.“Okay, mommy.”My eyes strayed from him and moved around the room. I hadn’t even taken the time to notice the massive change that had taken place in the room, and now that I had; I realised nothing had changed. Everything was the way it used to be, and it felt as if there had never been an attack to begin with. Aaron had spoken about taking care of things, but I never tho
Aaron had ordered grilled beef while I was still asleep, so even when he made us breakfast, he had himself sorted out. He served breakfast, and we sat at the table to eat. His pancake tasted delicious, and it was perfect with the milk. Yet, I wanted the grilled beef, which he ate, and when he noticed my longing stare at the piece in his hand, he offered it to me. Of course, I couldn’t take it. Zion sat at the table, and I had always taught him this thing called contentment and wanted to lead by example. So I shook my head and thanked him.Aaron informed me he had also ordered clothes he could change into since he knew I had none in the house, or I would have given them to him.I had no issue with that, and I thanked him for breakfast before standing up. Today was a long day, and I had a few things to do. I had to start by cleaning up and bathing myself and Zion.I did not know if I said it out loud, but Aaron beat me to it, picking up the plates and heading back to the kitchen. When I
I didn’t know if I had the strength to go in, but I had to. I couldn’t stay out all day and wallow, and so I dragged myself in. Shutting the door, I pressed my head against it with my eyes closed, reminiscing about all that had happened so far.A few good things happened, but this one seems to have ruined it all. I still wanted to believe there was a way around this; there had to be. I didn’t diminish my role in all of this, nor did I think I was sinless, but I didn’t prepare for the nightmare or the pain I caused Daniel. He was a good guy with a good heart. He was the best among them, and he deserved better.I heard a crack in the door from not so far away, but I didn’t even open my eyes to see who it was. I knew who it was, and a part of me didn’t want to see him.“He’s already laid in bed,” Aaron announced after the door closed behind him, and I just hummed. My head stayed pressed against the door, and my eyes closed.“Are you okay?” he asked, sounding a little worried.I doubted hi
The month that followed flew by. I divided my time between work, Zion, and Lionel.Four weeks ago, I reported to the university because, though it was the exam period when I disappeared, they still needed my presence there. Mr Tobi, the vice chancellor, however, told me Aaron had stepped in and informed him why I wasn’t present. I didn’t know what Aaron told him, but it sounded genuine enough because Mr Tobi believed it and granted me pardon for the days I missed. I didn’t know what exactly he told them, and I didn’t ask.Daniel also came back two weeks ago and apologised, claiming he had overreacted. When I asked him what changed his mind, he admitted Aaron had come to his house to speak to him. In his words, Aaron had admitted to kissing me and that I only kissed back because he made me. He also told him that in the week I spent with him, I had welcomed no form of entanglement because I had him in mind. Somehow, Daniel believed him and returned.I was happy about his return. I was al
Three weeks later, I dropped Zion off at Lionel's place before heading out for my classes. I started my PhD course in psychology three weeks ago, and since things had fallen into a good rhythm in the past month, I felt it was the right time to take it up. Zion had a healthy and stable relationship with his family of uncles and aunts, loved ones, and friends. My boy had more love than I could have asked for, and I wasn’t complaining. His big day was also around the corner, and I wanted something special for him. I also wanted my family and friends to be present. He would be five after all, and it wouldn’t get any better. After I finished my class for the day, I drove to Aaron’s estate. I haven’t been back here since two months ago when I left, and I didn’t think I’d willingly bring myself back here, but here I was. I didn’t call him before leaving the office; I didn’t remember to, and when I got to the gate at the estate, security stopped me. “I am sorry. I didn’t call Aaron.” I tol
A week later.We stepped out of the children’s clothing shop, where we had gotten a few new clothes and birthday outfits for Zion. Aaron wanted to get more, but I had to inform him we were dealing with Zion, who was still a few weeks away from turning five. Yes, his father was a millionaire with money to toss around as he pleased, but I didn’t want Zion to get used to having too much glamour in life at such a tender age. Besides, my salary, although good enough, could only go so far when compared to Aaron’s.Today was a less busy day for me. Zion was with Diya, and my lectures ended in the early hours of the day. Just like we did last week, Aaron and I made plans for his upcoming birthday. Aaron’s dedication to me warmed my heart, and he stayed consistent in asking for my input on everything, even though I gave him the green light to plan the birthday. He had appreciated my opinion most days, but today it was a different case.While Aaron set the shopping bags into the boot of the car,
Unlike the disaster I expected and prepared for, the party turned out more successful, and Aaron held his own. He was more organised and informed than I would admit out loud. For someone with little knowledge, he was vast in the field. Just like I promised, I took a step back and allowed him to lead, and he did it better than I could have ever imagined.I had planned Zion’s last four birthdays, but this put all those past years’ parties to shame.He didn’t come home with any extravagant gifts, but three days ago he got him a Megatron toy, which Zion didn’t need. He must have seen the look on my face because he said he’d return it if Zion didn’t like it. As if Zion would ever use that line.We bonded very well, and it made me happy. Despite equipping myself in case of a fallout, none of that happened. He was just a reasonable father who wanted the best for his son. He reminded me so much of my father, and as much as it warmed my heart, it made me sad that he might not be around to witne