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the past comes knocking

Aisha walked for hours, trying to clear her head. The city streets were bustling with people, but she felt alone, lost in her thoughts. Ifeanyi's secret was like a weight on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

She finally made her way to her best friend, Funmi's, house. Funmi was more than just a friend; she was Aisha's confidante, her partner in crime. Aisha knew she could trust her with anything.

Funmi opened the door, took one look at Aisha's face, and knew something was wrong. "What's going on?" she asked, pulling Aisha into a hug.

Aisha broke down, telling Funmi everything. The messages, Ifeanyi's secret, the wedding plans – it all came pouring out.

Funmi listened, her expression changing from concern to shock to anger. "That bastard," she muttered, when Aisha finished talking. "How could he not tell you?"

Aisha shook her head. "I don't know, Funmi. I feel like I don't know him at all."

Funmi hugged her again. "You deserve better, Aisha. You deserve someone who is honest with you, who doesn't keep secrets."

Aisha nodded, feeling a sense of determination. She knew what she had to do. She was going to investigate Ifeanyi's past, find out the truth.

Funmi helped her dig up everything she could on Ifeanyi's ex-wife, Nneoma. They found out she had died in a car accident, but there were whispers of foul play. Aisha's heart sank. What had really happened?

She decided to visit Nneoma's family, to see if they could shed some light on the situation.

The family was hesitant at first, but Aisha's genuine concern and grief touched them. They invited her in, and Aisha listened to their story.

Nneoma's mother told her about the troubled marriage, the abuse, the fear. Aisha's eyes widened in horror. Ifeanyi had been married to a woman who was scared of him?

Aisha felt like she'd been punched in the gut. She didn't know what to believe. Was Ifeanyi a monster? Was she next?

She left the house, feeling like she was walking on thin ice. She needed to talk to Ifeanyi, to confront him about his past.

As she walked back to her car, she noticed a figure watching her. Aisha's heart skipped a beat. Who was it?

The figure stepped forward, and Aisha gasped. It was Nneoma's sister.

"Aisha, I need to talk to you," she said, her voice low and urgent. "I know the truth about Ifeanyi. And you're in danger."

Aisha's world was spinning. What was going on? What did Nneoma's sister know?