“Yes. You are carrying triplets.”
She screamed so loudly the whole hospital might have heard her.
Emma dropped to his knees at home that evening and cried. “God, this is too much. Three children at once. More than I even asked for.”
They prepared carefully. Emma built a nursery. Amaka helped. Neighbors brought gifts.
And on a quiet Saturday morning, Goi gave birth to three healthy boys.
The nurses clapped. The doctor smiled. Emma laughed and cried at the same time.
“They look like you,” he said, holding one of the babies. “But this one’s ears look like mine, so I’m claiming him.”
Goi held all three to her chest and whispered through tears, “I am not barren. God proved them wrong.”
Word spread quickly.
Even some of Chik’s old friends heard. The woman he threw out now had triplets. She had remarried. She had opened a restaurant. Her husband was kind and successful.
Some people rejoiced for her. Others shook their heads in regret.
But Goi was no longer thinking about the past. She was feeding babies in the middle of the night, kissing tiny foreheads, and smiling at small hands curled around her finger.
Her scars were still there, but her life had changed.
She was no longer the broken woman crying alone on the street.
She was a mother.
She was whole.
She was free.
Meanwhile, Chik’s life had taken a different path.
He had more money than ever, but he still had no child.
After divorcing Goi, he assumed life would move on easily. He believed that once he found another woman, everything would fall into place. But it did not. He dated several women. None became pregnant. One even left him, saying she could not live in a house where his mother treated women like baby-making machines.
Still, Chik refused to look inward.
Then he met Adora, a glamorous, confident woman from Lagos. She was wealthy, beautiful, stylish, and bold. Chik was immediately drawn to her. He spoiled her, paraded her around, and within weeks their relationship became the talk of the city.
Soon he proposed.
The wedding plans were grand, extravagant, and expensive. Chik wanted the whole city talking. He wanted success on display. He wanted admiration.
And, deep down, he wanted Goi to see it.
So one afternoon, while going through the guest list, he took a pen and added her name himself.
“Send her an invitation,” he said. “Front row.”
His planner looked surprised. “Your ex-wife?”
He only smiled coldly. “I want her to see.”
