12/02/2024
GLORIA'S WEDDING RING💍 ...........................................
After our wedding ceremony, as we were returning from the reception, I fell asleep. Upon waking, I realized my newly wedded husband was nowhere to be found.
Swiftly, I opened the door of the stationary car and found myself at the very hotel where we had planned to spend our honeymoon – our intended destination.
I surmised that perhaps my husband was upstairs arranging some surprise for me, so I waited by the car to avoid spoiling his plans.
As I lingered, a passing waitress fixated her gaze on me, leaving me bewildered. I inquired, "Why were you staring at me like that?"
"Ohh, I apologize, ma'am, but there are blood stains on the back of your wedding gown," she responded politely.
Alarmed, I swiftly turned, adjusting my gown to see the aforementioned bloodstains. I was horrified as my mouth gaped open.
"How did these get here? Wait, what!" I cried out and frantically searched the car for more bloodstains, but I found none apart from the one on my dress.
With a sense of dread, I rushed to our hotel room, only to discover that it was still arranged exactly as we had left it. No one had entered, so where was my husband? I lay on the bed, weeping.
A call came in, informing me that my husband had been found on the side of the road, lifeless. In frustration, I went to the specified location and saw my husband's lifeless body. I wept bitterly, consoled by my sister, who had arrived before me.
Consumed by anger and grief, I attempted to remove my wedding ring to cast it away, but it refused to budge. Despite my best efforts, it remained firmly in place😓.
Later that evening, at home, I attempted to use oil to facilitate its removal, but it seemed unnaturally stuck🤦♂️.
Eventually, I gave up trying to remove the ring, resigned to the fact that it had become a permanent part of me😫.
Six months after becoming a widow, I began to socialize with men again, realizing that time was passing quickly. To my astonishment, every man I dated would flee upon glimpsing my nud!ty, as though they had seen a ghost😰.
The situation worsened to the point where, one scorching afternoon, after much contemplation, I called for my security man, Nkeh.
Innocently, Nkeh entered, and I asked him to sit comfortably on the couch. One by one, I removed my clothes😳, although he initially tried to leave, only changing his mind when I promised to increase his pay😋.
I had taken off everything except my joggers when Nkeh suddenly became more bashful, averting his gaze to the ceiling🤔.
I allowed him to be and removed the joggers before jesting, "Nkeh, how do I look?"
"AAAAAGH!" Nkeh screamed and attempted to flee like the others🤦♂️.
"Hey! Don't you dare take a step😡! What's wrong?" I admonished him.
"Ma'am, please don't harm me. I'm sorry, ma'am," Nkeh pleaded, his eyes fixed on my waist😱.
"I'm not going to harm you. In fact, what are you saying?" I inquired, moving closer to him.
"Ma'am, just look at it," Nkeh pointed straight to my waist while inching away from me..
TO BE CONTINUED ON 👇