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Endless Tears - Episode 14 & 15




Endless Tears - Episode 14 & 15

Subtle: I just wanna make you Smile again

Genres: Billionaire, Deceit

Tags: Deceit,love, jealousy,hatred, marriage

Written by Adeola Nissi


                  (THE TROUBLE)


Mr Peters glared furiously at his wife. She was seriously a pain 

in the neck. Many times, he had wondered why he had married such 

a dumb woman, because time and again, she never failed to prove to 

him that she was a first degree fool. He wondered if their perpetual 

state of poverty had destroyed her ability to think well. The 

difference between he and his wife was that his wife was not only 

poor but she was also thinking poor. What is wrong in gearing your 

brain into moneymaking thoughts? The woman was just being a total 

stumbling block on his road to success. 

“Listen to me woman, I have come this far and would never at his wife. “Look at this house” he waved his hands at the tastefully 

furnished house that the Senator had rented for them after a few 

persuasions. “Don‟t you like to live a good and normal life? Don‟t 

you think we have suffered enough? This house is the product of my 

smart thinking. You should also do something useful with your 

brain. My request is simple. Talk to Amara. Encourage her to take 

advantage of Alex‟s wealth. If she does, we can set up a business. 

You can start selling something and our family would be ok”

Amara‟s mum glared back at her husband. “How can you say 

that, Papa Amara? It is our daughter‟s life and happiness that we are 

talking about here. She is not happy in that house and you know it.

That Alex is a bastard and I am sure he is maltreating my Amara. Let 

me go and see my daughter”

Mr. Peters decided to go soft. “Who told you she is not happy? 

Money brings happiness. Now, she can buy everything she needs, do 

everything she wants, go anywhere she wants. What else can she ask 

for?” He asked, waving his hands.

“Money cannot buy happiness” Amara‟s mother almost yelled. 

“But it can rent it” Mr. Peter countered. “Whatever you can‟t 

buy, you can borrow” he said. “Listen to me woman, I am ordering 

you to do this. Talk some sense into Amara, she listens to you. Do 

your part in this family, or else, I would get angry, and what you 

have been trying to hide for years would be out in the open for 

Amara to see.”

As usual, this got her attention. “Do you always have to 

blackmail me with this?” She asked in pain.

“What I am doing is for our good Mama Amara, stop being 

stubborn. Do what I say and we would both be happy.”

I stayed in my room throughout that day. The following morning, Tina brought breakfast to my room. I decided then that I  would reduce Tina‟s work by getting my breakfast myself. I also 

needed to start doing some chores. It would help get over my 

constant depression. With strong determination to get over my 

depression, I decided to go for a stroll during the late hours of the 

morning. The stroll proved helpful because the street was so 

beautiful. My mind constantly went to my problems but I changed 

those thoughts as soon as they came. 

I sighted a beautiful flower by the sidewalk and stopped. The 

flower was so captivating, with a hint of pink, yellow and white. My 

fingers traced the beautiful flower in amazement and I soon got lost 

in thoughts. Alex came to my mind and this time, I was not able to 

shut out the thought. He had given me a flower that looked similar to 

this in the village. I had been on my way to the stream when he 

suddenly popped out of the bush. It had been frightening but once I 

saw that it was him, my fear disappeared. I knew he could never hurt 

me. How wrong! If only I knew the level of hurt he had in store for 

me… he had walked with me to the stream and had surprised me by 

picking out a stunning flower from the bush. It was the most 

romantic gesture any man had ever shown me.

“A penny for your thoughts” 

I jumped in fright, taking my hands away from the flower. 

Before me stood a man, who was smiling softly. I blinked rapidly, 

coming back to my senses.

“I am sorry to have startled you, it was not my intention” he 

said apologetically.

I swallowed. To say this guy was handsome would definitely 

be a huge understatement. He looked just as breathtaking as his deep 

baritone voice. He was not as tall as Alex but he was definitely tall 

with broad shoulders and masculine muscles which were clearly 

visible through the clingy top he had on. No one should have the 

right to look this good. As I assessed him, his face broke into a 

blinding grin which brought one dimple to view. I swallowed hard  when I realized what was happening. The guy was obviously aware 

of his breathtaking outlook. Can I ever stop being an idiot? Did I 

learn nothing from the father of my unborn child? My face came up 

with a scowl.

“I hope you like what you see” the guy said, grinning. Jeez, did 

he know just how handsome he looked when his sparkling white 

teeth were in full display?

I glared at him. “People should learn to run far away from 

good-looking things”. Where had that come from? This guy hadn‟t 

done anything wrong.

His grin seemed to increase. “Well then, I am glad that I am not 

a „thing‟” he murmured. “My name is Kelvin” he stretched his hand 

for a handshake.

Oh men! Their effrontery and arrogance knows no bounds. I 

stared at his outstretched hand for a long time before I turned, 

heading back home and leaving him standing with his hand still 

stretched out. I did not give a damn if he was hurt by my rude 

actions. One man was more than enough to tell me that all men had 

evil agendas, I would be damned if I allowed myself to fall into the 

same pit twice.

“It is nice to meet you” he yelled after me. “Just so you know, 

you are more beautiful than that flower”

I swallowed and walked home without a backward glance. 

Men! I thought again, bitterly. All they ever think about is getting 

between your legs. Even though this Kelvin of a guy never said a 

thing to suggest sex, I knew that was what he was after, because that 

is what all men are after.

I stepped into our compound, still trying to keep my anger 

towards men at bay but immediately I opened the door to the sitting 

room, my thoughts and anger evaporated.

I stared in surprise. “Mum?” 

Mum and I sat facing each other in silence. I had gone through 

the hasty motions of ensuring that she had been well entertained, but 

it was unnecessary because Tina had taken care of that for me before 

I arrived. Mum had practically jumped on my shocked form when I 

entered the sitting room, then she had righted herself, considering 

my condition, I suppose. But after getting over the sudden rush of 

excitement I felt at seeing my mother, different emotions set in. 

curiosity was the first, followed speedily by hurt and anger. I had 

stayed in the house for several weeks and she had not thought it 

necessary to visit till now. My pregnancy definitely had some good 

impacts on my parents‟ appearance; I noted when I saw her clothes. I 

could believe it if it were my father, but my mother? I thought she 

really loved me.

My mother was silent and I noticed that she fidgeted slightly 

with the costly Igbo rapper she had on. “This house is massive 

Amarachi. One can get lost in it”

Oh! Now it is Amarachi! I thought vaguely. I could count on 

my head, the times that my mother called my full name, and those 

times were really awkward. “Yes, it is really big” I replied stonily. 

She swallowed. “I can imagine. Knowing your husband‟s 

family influence, the size of this house is expected” she said, looking 

around as though fascinated, without meeting my gaze.

I nodded wordlessly. Unable to hold it any longer, I voiced my 

thoughts. “What are you doing here mum?”

She shifted uneasily. “So it is „mum‟ now, no longer „mama‟?” 

she asked.

I breathed impatiently. “Tina told me that „Mum‟ is a more 

civilized way of calling your mother” I answered. “That is not the 

point. What are you doing here?”

She looked me straight in the eye. “Don‟t I have the right to 

come and visit my own daughter?” she asked, as though offended. 

I forcefully put my anger under control. It seemed that my life 

has become full of anger ever since I met Alex. Or rather, ever since I 

got pregnant for him. “You have the right mama; I just wonder why 

you took so long to recognize your rights. I am pregnant mum. Did 

you not think that I would need you? I have never been pregnant 

before, but you have. Many times, I needed motherly advices but you 

were not there to help me.” I ranted and my hurt became obvious.

She shifted again and her eyes clouded. I averted my gaze 

instantly, not wanting her emotions to get me off track. “I am sorry 

my daughter. God knows I wanted to visit you. I never wanted to 

leave you alone”

“But what mama? Let me guess, papa did not allow you.” I 

voiced the obvious.

She looked at me quietly for some seconds. “Don‟t think I am a 

fool Amara. I know what you mean, and I feel insulted. I never 

taught you to be disrespectful, especially to your own mother” she 

said sternly and instantly, I knew I had gone overboard. I was hurt 

by my mother‟s neglect but I knew without a doubt that she loved 

me a lot. She always stood up for me but everything changed 

immediately I got pregnant. She turned to something akin to a jelly 

fish. I had never seen this side of my mother, and I wondered what 

happened to her. She had never been much of a talkative and it was 

obvious that my dad lords it over her but it seemed to have gone 

terribly worse ever since I got pregnant. A single glance from my 

father was enough to turn her into an overcooked vegetable. I 

wondered what caused this but that did not take away the hurt I was 

feeling. I felt alone.

“I am sorry mum”. Silence reigned again. This was definitely 

awkward. We seemed more like strangers, instead of the mother and 

daughter that we were and did not like the feeling at all. She looked 

at me for some seconds and seemed to grow much more fragile than 

she already looked.

“I am sorry I have not been here for you” she said with watery 

eyes. “I never meant to hurt you my dear, but I wanted to give you 

time to balance things with your husband. You would agree that 

your marriage was pretty unusual, I thought it would be best if both 

of you stayed together without any disturbances”

I swallowed. It was a very sensible explanation, I thought. One 

would expect that living with Alex would at least lessen the 

pregnancy tension; if only they knew the true situation of things. I 

stared at my mother and put a small smile on my face. Although it 

irritated me that she hadn‟t visited, I couldn‟t express how happy I 

was that her appearance was splendid. The clothes she had on were 

nothing compared to the rags she used to wear in the village. “You 

are looking good mum” I said truthfully.

She did not smile, she even seemed pained. “But you are not,

my dear”

I swallowed.

“Amara; is your husband not giving you enough money to take 

care of yourself?” she asked. I noticed the tiny trace of anger and 

hatred that crept into her voice.

“I do not need his money” I said smoothly.

“But you should. Look at yourself Amara” she traced my body 

with her eyes. “You do not befit this house in these clothes. I can see 

that that husband of yours does not have feelings for you my 

daughter. You should take advantage of this situation, take as much 

as you want from him, so that you can leave his house as fast as you 


Oh no! “Mama” I called, “did papa ask you to come here to 

deliver this lecture?” I asked in shock. This was the last thing I 

expected from my mother. “Were you not the one that taught me that 

money and wealth should not be allowed to cloud our senses? Have this?” My voice rose. I stood and paced and sat back down in total 


She stood up and came to sit beside me, holding my gaze. 

“Amarachi, you are my daughter, and I know what is best for you. 

Yes, your father suggested this and I argued against it” considering 

her recent attitudes, I highly doubted that last statement but I kept 

mute, staring at my mother 6like she was some sort of stranger. “I 

argued it but immediately I got here and saw you looking tired and 

lean, I knew it was not a totally bad idea. True, I taught you the 

values of integrity and self-respect, but you have to admit that I 

never envisaged you getting pregnant out of wedlock for a man like 

Alex.” She swallowed slightly. “He is maltreating you Ama. You 

have to think of money now because you are not the only one 

involved. You have your baby to think about. If you leave empty 

handed, what would you use to raise a child? Tell me” she demanded 


“I never said I was leaving this place mama” I said dryly.

She started. “But… But you cannot be satisfied with the way he 

is treating you. You are in the same old clothes you took from the 

village Amara, and he does not care”

“I am in my old clothes because I wanted it that way.” I 


“I would not let you stay here Amara; I would not allow you 

hurt yourself and my grandchild with this foolishness. The man 

clearly does not care about you, why stay with him?” she asked in 


I smiled in sudden irritation. “It is rather late for all these 

mama; I would not be married to him in the first place if you had 

been this aggressive with papa. I am a married woman now and I am 

not ready to get a divorce. Don‟t worry about my marriage, I can 

handle it myself. Something tells me that you have your own issues 

to fix mama” My voice softened. My mum had really changed; even 

you forgotten those lectures mother? How can you ask me to do  the blind would see it. “What is going on mama? Is there something 

that I need to know?” I asked worriedly.

She shifted nervously again and I felt the great urge to hug her. 

Before I could control myself, I hugged my mum tight. She seemed 

stunned at first, later, she melted into me. She held me so tight like 

she thought I might vanish. “You can tell me anything mum” I 

whispered. “I know that I am still a small girl and may not have any 

word of advice to give but maybe if I listen to you, it would make 

you feel better”

She withdrew suddenly. Her eyes seemed unusually bright as 

she pasted a fake smile on her pale face. “I can handle my problems 

dear, my focus is on you. I want to help you my girl. I want to put a 

smile on your sweet face again” she said desperately, holding my 

face, and I could see that she really meant it. I looked at my mum in 

concern. I did not like the pain and struggle that was obvious in the 

haunted look in her eyes. I felt the deep desire to get rid of her 

problems. If I could only do that, I would get my old „mama‟ back 

and she might be able to help me through my own problems.

“Let‟s make a deal. Tell me what is troubling you and I would 

do whatever you want” I said with determination. She froze slightly, 

blinked and stood up instantly. She looked around, searching for 


“Oh, it is getting late. I need to head back. I need to make your 

dad‟s meal. If not, he would be hungry, and you know your father, 

he would be furious”


She ignored me and went to pick her small purse. I reluctantly 

sighed and dropped the subject and stood up. “Take care of yourself 

my daughter, my visits would be frequent now; I need to monitor 

you now that your tummy is beginning to rise." She placed her hand 

tenderly on the rise of my belly. "Take care of my grandchild, ok?" I nodded. She swallowed slightly. "Think about what I said Amara, 

you deserve all the good things you can get” she said.

I warded off the last sentence and hugged her tight. “I am here 

if you need me mama” I said affectionately. She nodded without 

looking at me and made for the door.

I entered the house after seeing her off and made for my room. 

It had been a long day and a cool bed seemed like a really pleasant 

idea. As I entered the room, I instead made for the window which 

overlooked the beautiful garden. I felt confused to say the least. Dad 

had talked about this, having my mother buttress that point again 

was unsettling. The sight of the garden calmed me down but could 

not erase my confusion and helplessness. I heard a knock and 

instantly told Tina to enter.

She entered and I turned to face her. “Your mother is a lovely 

woman” she said with a smile.

I smiled back. “Yes. She is definitely lovely”

“She is right, you know?”

“Excuse me?”

She swallowed and shifted from one leg to the other. “I… I am 

sorry, I”

“You were eavesdropping on our conversation” I cut in.

“I am really sorry, I did not mean to. I was in the laundry and… 

well… your voice was loud enough. I could not stop myself from 

listening even if I wanted to” she explained.

Currently, all I wanted to do was put her in her place, but that 

would not be fair. She had been there when I had nobody and it 

would be bad if I made her feel like a maid now, despite the fact that 

I made her compulsorily see me as a friend. Besides, I knew for a fact 

that my voice tends to increase in pitch whenever I am angry. 

Hearing the conversation would have been very easy.

I reigned in my anger. “And what is she right about?” The last 

thing I needed was for someone else to agree with my parents. With the way things were going, I had a feeling that I was about to get just 


“You need to buy new clothes. Mr. Alex is rich; you should take 

advantage of it. Miss Lisa would be visiting constantly now that she 

is pregnant, you don‟t stand a chance in these clothes. I am sure you 

would be prettier than her if you are properly dressed” she ranted.

“What you are saying is that I don‟t look pretty because I am 

not in fancy clothes, right?” I asked angrily.

“No. No. you look beautiful in anything but you would look 

better in fancy clothes” she tried to explain.

“Oh, so you want me to extort money from my husband, just 

like my mother said?” I asked again. My anger seemed 

uncontrollable now.

She swallowed. “Look at it objectively ma‟am. You are married 

to Mr. Alex, so whatever he has is yours. You are not extorting 

money from him; you are taking what rightfully belongs to you. I am 

sure he is aware of that, which is the reason why he gave you a credit 

card. Secondly, you have a competition, in person of Miss Lisa. You 

need to be able to fight for your man and… I am sorry ma; I don‟t 

think you can effectively do that in these clothes”

“Now listen to me” I retorted sharply. “I am not taking a single 

penny from Alex for myself because I am not a selfish luxury-seeking 

girl. Neither am I ready to get into a beauty contest with that good for 

nothing prostitute because of Alex. He saw me in these rags when he 

approached me in the village, if he can‟t love me like this, fine. I don‟t 

care. I care only for my child.” I took a deep relaxing breathe. “I 

won‟t want to get angry with you Tina over Alex, please don‟t ever 

talk to me about this again”

She swallowed. “Yes ma” she murmured. 

Tola paced her room. “I can‟t continue to take this” she 

murmured. She had suddenly become a shadow in the house and 

Tina was blooming by the minute. She had become good friends with 

the madam, thanks to her brain. Tola could not comprehend the 

shock she had experienced when she realized that the maid she had 

been victimizing was her own madam. She had wished the ground 

would swallow her alive at the revelation, but that alone could not be 

compared at all to the humiliation that followed. Tola was sure that 

nothing in life could be that humiliating. But after going through 

weeks of being totally ignored by everyone in the house, she started 

feeling hatred towards everyone. Hatred for Amara who had made 

herself a thorn in her flesh, by asking her to do most of the chores. 

Hatred and jealousy towards Tina who was in the madam‟s favor. 

She knew without a doubt that Amara would give Tina anything she 

asked for. 

Tola felt her blood boil. She wondered how she could take 

revenge. She wanted to make the two of them pay for making her life 

miserable. Making the two of them turn against each other would be 

a good start, she thought. After thinking about it for some time, she 

nodded. It would be a good start.


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