Living with Boaz began sweet. He was tender. Protective. Proud. But pregnancy changes everything. As her body grew, so did […]

The journey to her rural Maasai home felt like a funeral. The land stretched wide and proud. The wind carried

Boaz held her hand as they stood outside a beautiful beige mansion in Nairobi. The manicured lawn looked like money.

Boaz stormed into her space, breathless, shocked. “It’s mine, right?” She froze. Silence. Then he did something unexpected. He pulled

Life resumed.The getaway ended.Her heart tried forgetting Lazarus.Her mind replayed him every night. Weeks later, something felt wrong. Late period.

Morning. Her head pounded. Her legs trembled. Her heart screamed. She glanced at Lazarus sleeping peacefully. “What was I thinking…?”

The club lights painted Nakuru in neon blues and wild reds, bass vibrating through the walls, laughter drowning in music.

He was older. Tall.Calm.Commanding presence like a king who didn’t need to roar.Voice warm like evening tea. He wasn’t young

The next afternoon was for swimming. Girls in bikinis.Boys showing off.Music playing too loudly.Sunlight warm on skin. Then he walked

Chapter 1-The Weekend Escape When the final exam bell rang, the campus exploded into chaos. Girls screamed.Boys whistled.Lecturers pretended to