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The only people that stayed back for a while, were the chief priest and his assistant. They needed to collect the ashes of the cremated bodies before the early morning breeze blew them away, into the ocean.

While Marissa left happily with Maxwell back to the house, Ivory also left happily with her new lover Justin, to his mansion.

The only person who seemed to be in a foul mood all through the way back home was Yvonne.

She hadn’t been herself ever since she was made to match behind the procession during the rituals around the fire. Even when her husband tried to talk some sense into her, she kept blaming Ella for everything.

“If that tramp hadn’t shown her face when the family was called out, I wouldn’t have been humiliated that way.” Yvonne’s scrunched face tightened in anger.

“Sweetheart, for the one-hundredth time, let this go!” Maximus pleaded calmly. “Ethan is exhausted and needs his mum’s tenderness before he drifts into sleep.” He pointed at Ethan, who was rubbing his sleepy eyes and yawning.

“Leave our son out of this!” Yvonne slightly lost her temper. “Cynthia is heavily paid to do her job. So allow her work for her money.” She hissed.

“Hmm... Can I a least hold my wife in my arms?” Maximus leaned closer and tried to hold his wife but she annoyingly pushed his hands away.

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“No! Can’t you see that my pride has been tainted? I, the first child of my parents, was made to tag behind as if I was a house help or nobody. Even you and Cynthia were ahead of me and closer to the front row! Can you imagine how that made me feel?”

“It wasn’t anyone’s fault, honey! It was the priest, who insisted on the direction of the movement.” Maximus’s tone bore a hint of frustration. If he had instructed that we should all move in a clockwise direction, you would have been the first on the line.”

“But he didn’t!” Yvonne hissed. “The way he was specific on the direction of the movement was as if that tramp orchestrated the whole charade. Imagine the tramp leading the family as if she were my father’s wife or the first-born child.”

“Will you stop calling your brother’s wife a tramp? How would you feel if someone refer to you in that manner? You know what, I don’t want to hear or talk about this anymore.” Maximus said in a resigned tone.

“If you want to keep brooding over someone that may currently be having a fun time with her husband, then go right ahead. I am done trying to console you.”

“Is that all you have to say to me, Max?” Yvonne pouted angrily. “Your wife is hurting and all you can say is that I should keep brooding!”

“What do you expect me to say? Maximus asked angrily. “I’ve been trying to console you ever since but you keep pushing me away. Do you think you’re the only one hurting? Can’t you see that when you are unhappy, it also makes me sad? I need my lovely wife and not this nagging lady here.”

“I’m not a nagging lady!” Yvonne wiped the tears that escaped her shimmering eyes.

“Hmm...”

Maximus sighed in frustration. It hurt him to see his precious wife crying. Ignoring her piqued face and cold stare, he pulled her into his arms and soothed her.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry for the way you feel. If I had the power, I would have gone back in time and changed that priest’s instruction. You know I’ll do anything to make you happy.” Maximus fondly stroked Yvonne’s hair.

“Thanks, darling for trying to cheer me up. I know you will do anything for me.” Yvonne said in a whisper.

She decided to let the matter rest for the moment in other not to anger her husband.

‘This battle may be delayed, but my victory is certain. When the right time comes, I will give Ella a taste of her own medicine.’ Yvonne vowed in her heart.

———–

The day dawned slowly, crisp and clear, illuminating hope and a chance for happiness.

The rising sun, with its enchanting hue of golden yellow; promising the beginning of millions of miracles, lit up the beautiful blue sky.

Ella sprawled and yawned while stretching her hands on her cozy bed. Her outstretched hand searched for her lover and husband, who was responsible for her beauty sleep. But instead of his warm, muscular body, and sexy body, her hands landed on the soft and cozy bedsheets.

She fluttered her lashes severally, before opening her eyes while adjusting her sight to the brightly lit room.

“Leon!”

Ella whispered while rubbing her eyes. Her scattered silky hair on the white sheet was like wild red roses in the midst of a white flowery garden.

She turned her head to the left and then to the right but Leon was nowhere to be found. She was about to sit up on the bed when Leon walked into the room holding a breakfast tray.

“Good morning, sweetheart!” Leon beamed.

He dropped the tray on a stool and climb the bed to join his wife.

“Good morning, baby!” Ella said smiling. She sat up while holding and pressing the bed sheet on her chest due to her nudity.

“Did you miss me?”

Leon slowly planted a kiss on her forehead, the tip of her pointed nose and then her lips.

“No!” Ella said, giggling.

“Really!” Leon raised an eyebrow animatedly.

“Yes! Really! Really!!” Ella brushed her lips against his.

“We will see about that!”

Leon raised both hands in the air and wiggled his fingers playfully causing Ella to chuckle in excitement and anticipation.

“I won’t show mercy until you scream my name and tell the whole world that you love me.”

Leon brought down his fingers on her side and started tickling her, causing her to twist and roll on the bed while laughing uncontrollably.