Once My Home.

Chapter 5.

Oluebi's POV.

‎I, was a ghost in my own home.

It wasn't the normal ghost people are scared to hear of or see.

I, was cooler, mild, meek, -the kind everyone looked to be transparent to.

My presence didn't make sense, Oluebi's presence didn't make sense.

My voice didn't sound like the voice of a god, and nobody wanted to listen, or even hear, the most important thing I, wanted to say.

For two good times, I drifted through the Whitethorn estate like a painting subjected to relative velocity on the walls.

Servants didn't want my appearances, the arriors hardly recognised my presence, even at dinners was hard to sit close to family, the Widow Loria always wanted to take my position, unrecognised except Eric wanted to point out and correct. It was better, far better for me, everybody thrived and survived.

I lived in a house where everybody pretended to be all worked out, that they don't care about my presence, like I'm the one who isn't hardworking, but seeking attention from everybody.

My mate wanted me to understand she was a widow, whether it was convenient, or not.

‎The pack couldn't move on without Eric, for the love they had for him, The silence covered, it was the order of the day for me if not for my daughter Sodear, who keeps me company sometimes.

My fated mate has changed his care, compassionate, and comfort responsibility to my brother-in-law's widow Loria, I last checked the time I, was celebrated in that home.

I, couldn't find, I ate, bathed, dressed up, and went out after everyone due to house chores, sometimes I, didn't have the appetite, sometimes I, was overwhelmed, and down because of what I, was going through in the home.

I, was fatigued, the whole scenario fatigued me. I didn't choose to be a ghost in my home but it was inevitable. Oluebi didn't choose this fate but her act of kindness, reward, and response of the helped, the receiver of her help, questioned Oluebi's help, and subjected her to be a stranger in her own help' I help what you done to me, what have you got me into?.

Wasn't I helping her the right way? Did Loria question actions like I, do'? Even when I, know I'm right, I, haven't done anything wrong to her in my home, I haven't wronged her.

She should question her actions like I, do no matter how right she thinks she is.

That is what a good woman does, who is thankful for a reception, or a good one. She checks and makes sure she is making sense, and she doesn't hurt anybody, especially those who are good to her, 'those who do good to her, should be in her good records.

It was bearable to fall through the hill, than to endure the coldness Eric gave me.

Redeemable to do things alone, only me, than do them with people who say nothing to me, at least let me know my faults, let me know where I, have gone wrong in bringing in and welcoming my husband's brother's widow.

I, can even disappear, and let them be in the home.

My home was full of laughter, love, and warmth, until Loria my husband's brother's widow came in to be with us until she was emotionally Safe, and secure.

At least she should have let my husband give me attention, nobody communicated with me except they had to.

I wasn't admired for long in my own home, oh my home, you were once my home.

I learnt to make myself disappear from their presence.

Everybody, members of the pack, including Eric's friends now tolerated me as if I, wasn't a member of the family, like I, was a stranger.

To him, I behaved strangely, I, wasn't tolerating anybody, but he should learn the truth, they should learn the truth.

It wasn't about tolerating them, but to make sure I, owned my home, and my place in my own home, they didn't have any option but to tolerate me.

This lifestyle was strange to me, very strange to me, my brother-in-law's widow, making me a ghost, and strange in my own home.

I, should create awareness to help and save people, letting them know what it means to accommodate a widow, and her pup, you do everything to go out of your way of life to keep her comfortable and at home, but she didn't care but wanted to be the Lord.

Loria this thing you do isn't good.

You want to turn my home into a place you can control and be in charge of.

I, don't see my home as a home again.

I, see it as a playground, that Loria has turned it into, my mate was no longer serious with me, or his daughter, no courtesy, or discipline, my mate doesn't gift his daughter or me; he was now gifting Loria, and her son.

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