Chapter 3 The Crack In The Facade

Chapter 4: The Crack in the Facade

The months went by, and Ngimanchi's demands for money continued to escalate. I would give her whatever she asked for, never suspecting a thing. But one day, I stumbled upon a conversation that made my ears perk up. I was at the local market, buying some vegetables for dinner, when I overheard two women talking about Ngimanchi.

"Have you seen her new phone?" one of them asked. "It's the latest model, and she got it just a week ago."

The other woman nodded. "I've seen her with it. She's always showing it off to anyone who will look."

My heart skipped a beat as I listened to their conversation. Something didn't add up. I remembered Ngimanchi telling me she needed money for her sister's hospital bills just a week ago. I had given her a substantial amount, and now I was hearing she had bought a new phone?

I tried to brush it off, telling myself I was being paranoid. But the seed of doubt had been planted, and it began to grow. I decided to investigate further, to see if I could uncover any truth behind Ngimanchi's stories.

That evening, I asked Ngimanchi about her sister's hospital bills. She smiled and told me that her sister was recovering well, and the bills had been taken care of. But when I pressed her for more details, she became evasive, changing the subject quickly.

I let it go, not wanting to ruin the evening. But the doubt lingered, gnawing at my mind like a mouse in the walls. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that Ngimanchi was hiding something from me.

As the night wore on, I found myself lost in thought, my mind racing with possibilities. Was Ngimanchi telling the truth, or was she using me for her own gain? The question haunted me, refusing to let me sleep.

Little did I know, the truth was about to reveal itself in a way that would shatter my world forever.