Patricia. Is this how you want your life to end?
It had been weeks since billionaire Gregory deliberately took on the life of a bricklayer. It was his way of uncovering the true nature of the family he had been told he must marry into.
Just a few days earlier, his parents had summoned him.
“You already have a wife somewhere,” his father had said.
Greg had been both shocked and confused. “I don’t understand, Dad. What are you saying?” he asked.
His father sighed deeply before replying, “Twenty years ago, a man saved my life from armed robbers. In the process, he was shot in the chest.”
Greg’s expression tightened as he listened.
“On his deathbed,” his father continued, “he made just one request: that my son would one day marry his only daughter.”
Greg stared at him in disbelief. “And it’s been twenty years, Greg. I want to fulfill that promise.”
“Dad, why would you make such a promise?” Greg protested. “Do you even know who this daughter is or what she looks like? What if she’s not normal? How am I supposed to live with someone like that?”
“Greg,” his mother called gently, stepping in. “You are my only son, and I cherish you. But we owe that man your father’s life. He was the most devoted driver your father ever had. He cared for him like his own blood.”
She paused, her voice softening. “And I knew his daughter when she was young. He adopted her because he and his wife couldn’t have children of their own.”
Greg remained silent.
“Please, son,” she added. “Go and see her for yourself.”
“How do I even find her?” he finally asked.
His father handed him a piece of paper. “This is the address of his home in Umueke community.”
For days, Greg wrestled with his thoughts. How could he possibly end up with someone from such a background? Someone who wasn’t exposed to the world the way he was.
Still, he needed answers. Determined to make his own inquiries, he decided to go in disguise. He dressed simply, took his bike, and headed down to Umueke village. At the very least, he needed to find out one thing—whether she was a decent human being.
By the time Greg arrived in the town, his bike engine had grown dangerously hot. He needed water. He pulled over to the roadside, wiping sweat from his forehead as he stood there, thinking about what to do next.
Just then, two young women approached, each carrying a gallon of water. Greg smiled to himself before calling out, “Please, my engine has dried up. I need some water.”
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