Chapter 2 The Web Of Deception

Chapter 3: The Web of Deception

As the days turned into weeks, Ngimanchi's grip on my heart tightened. She would call me at dawn, her voice husky with sleep, telling me how much she missed me. I would rush to her side, bearing gifts and a heart full of love. The villagers would watch us walk hand in hand, their faces a mixture of concern and curiosity.

Ngimanchi's stories of family struggles and emergencies became more frequent. She would cry on my shoulder, and I would wipe away her tears, promising to always be there for her. My wallet became her lifeline, and I willingly opened it, blinded by my love. I would give her whatever she asked for, never questioning her motives.

The money would flow out of my hands like water, and I wouldn't think twice about it. I was convinced that our love was worth it, that Ngimanchi was worth it. But behind my back, Ngimanchi would lavish in luxuries, her smile gleaming with every new purchase. She would post pictures on her phone, flaunting her new life, and I would be none the wiser.

The villagers would whisper among themselves, their voices barely audible. "He's being used," they would say. "She's playing him like a fiddle." But I wouldn't listen. I was too deep in love, too blinded by Ngimanchi's charms. I would defend her to anyone who would listen, convinced that our love was real.

As the months went by, Ngimanchi's requests became bolder. She would ask for larger sums of money, and I would give it to her without hesitation. I was trapped in her web of deception, and I didn't know how to escape. But deep down, a small voice was whispering warnings, telling me that something wasn't right. I ignored it, thinking that our love would conquer all. Little did I know, the truth was just around the corner, waiting to shatter my world.