My entire body became weak.
Benson?
My own friend?
The man who attended our wedding…
The man who smiled and danced with us…
Was part of this?
One of the men answered the call and placed it on speaker.
Then a voice shouted:
“Oliver! Why are you wasting time? The chief priest is angry! Bring her now!”
Silence.
Complete silence.
Everybody looked at Oliver.
His face lost color.
He knew…
It was over.
Minutes later police officers arrived.
Oliver started crying.
“Belinda please forgive me! I needed money! I was desperate!”
Money?
Money?!
He wanted my head for money?
Tears rolled down my face.
I looked at him and said:
“The greatest mistake you made… was thinking I would die quietly.”
That night…
Instead of becoming a sacrifice—
I escaped death.
And my husband entered a prison cell.
