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Big shout out to my newest top fans! đź’Ž Gideon Mw, Itz Sumi Sola GoldDrop a comment to welcome them to our community,
18/06/2025

Big shout out to my newest top fans! đź’Ž Gideon Mw, Itz Sumi Sola Gold

Drop a comment to welcome them to our community,

LOST WITH THE WIND Episode 19(The Trial of Truth)The court case became national news.“Billionaire’s Wife Accuses Him of ...
17/06/2025

LOST WITH THE WIND

Episode 19

(The Trial of Truth)

The court case became national news.

“Billionaire’s Wife Accuses Him of Abuse.”
“Beauty and the Bruises.”
“Behind the Mansion Walls:
Folashade Speaks.”

I didn’t do interviews. I didn’t post on social media. I simply stood before the judge and told the truth.

With scars. With evidence. With courage I never knew I had.

Nathaniel, for all his charm, couldn’t spin the facts.

The judge ruled in my favor: restraining order granted, criminal charges under investigation, and full legal permission to reclaim my identity — and my silence.

I walked out of the courtroom free.

No longer Mrs. Nathaniel Durojaiye.

Just Folashade Kumah.

The girl who had once danced in the rain and believed in love.

And though I wasn’t her anymore…
I was someone stronger.

LOST WITH THE WIND Episode 18(The Report)It was the longest walk of my life.I walked into the police station flanked by ...
17/06/2025

LOST WITH THE WIND

Episode 18
(The Report)

It was the longest walk of my life.

I walked into the police station flanked by two female officers, one lawyer from a local women’s rights group, and my mother.

I played the recordings.

The threats. The mockery. The slap. The breakdown backstage. The night he found the recorder. Everything.

The officers exchanged looks.

The lawyer leaned in and said, “This is enough to get him charged. Maybe even prosecuted for assault, coercion, and unlawful confinement.”

I nodded slowly.

“I want to file everything,” I said. “And I want a restraining order.”

Mama held my hand. “We will do this together.”

And we did.

That same week, Nathaniel was served papers.

His perfect image cracked — in public this time.

He tried to threaten me. Bribe me. Beg me.

But I didn’t flinch.

I had nothing left to give.

I had already bled enough.

LOST WITH THE WIND Episode 17The Hospital VisitI woke up in the hospital.Bruised ribs. A split lip. A black eye. Concuss...
16/06/2025

LOST WITH THE WIND

Episode 17
The Hospital Visit

I woke up in the hospital.

Bruised ribs. A split lip. A black eye. Concussion.

Mariam had called my mother. She came running, barefoot, wailing like a mother mourning a child.

When I opened my eyes, she just kept whispering, “You’re alive. You’re alive.”

The doctor asked, “Do you want to file a police report?”

I didn’t answer immediately.

The silence in my throat wasn’t fear this time.

It was calculation.

I turned to Mama. “Please bring my laptop.”

LOST WITH THE WIND Episode 16The Day He KnewHe found the recorder.I don’t know how.One evening, I came back from the gro...
16/06/2025

LOST WITH THE WIND

Episode 16
The Day He Knew

He found the recorder.

I don’t know how.

One evening, I came back from the grocery store and met him seated in the living room, holding it like a loaded weapon. He wasn’t yelling. That was what scared me.

"You’ve been recording me," he said, voice cold. "For how long?"

My mouth dried up. I tried to speak, but nothing came out.

He stood up slowly. "So this is who you’ve become? A lying, conniving witch? You want to ruin me?"

“Nathaniel—”

Before I could finish, he slammed the recorder against the wall. It shattered into pieces.

Then he turned to me.

And hit me.

Again.

And again.

Not a slap this time — a full-blown beating. I tasted blood. I saw stars. My ribs cried beneath his fists.

Then he stopped — only because Mariam burst in screaming. He stormed out, face twisted with rage, breathing like a man possessed.

I lay on the cold floor, body broken, heart shattered, spirit dangling.

But my will… survived.

What he didn’t know was that the cloud backup had already been done.

The evidence was safe.

And now, I had nothing else to lose.

LOST WITH THE WIND Episode 15Her Quiet WeaponI bought a small voice recorder the next week — hid it in my handbag.I star...
16/06/2025

LOST WITH THE WIND

Episode 15
Her Quiet Weapon

I bought a small voice recorder the next week — hid it in my handbag.

I started recording our conversations. Our arguments. The threats.

Everything.

I knew one day, I’d need proof. Not for the court of public opinion — but for the real one. The legal one. The one that could free me.

Each night, after he fell asleep, I backed up the recordings to a hidden folder in my laptop, then uploaded them to a cloud storage account under a fake name.

Mariam helped me open a secret bank account. Every little gift money I received, every tip, every small freelance job I could do quietly — I put something away.

My escape plan had begun.

And for the first time in years… I felt like I had power.

Not loud. Not flashy.

But quiet. Steady.

The kind of power that grows in silence — like a seed in the dark.

I wasn’t just surviving anymore.

I was preparing.

To leave.

To live.

To rise.

LOST WITH THE WIND Episode 14Mama’s ArmsI escaped to my mother’s house two days later.No warning. No luggage. Just a han...
16/06/2025

LOST WITH THE WIND

Episode 14
Mama’s Arms

I escaped to my mother’s house two days later.

No warning. No luggage. Just a handbag and a heart full of grief.

She opened the door and saw the pain in my eyes. She didn’t ask. She just pulled me into her arms and held me like she used to when I was a child.

I sobbed for what felt like hours.

When I finally spoke, I said, “Mama, I made the biggest mistake of my life.”

She kissed my forehead. “No, my baby. You made a choice with the eyes you had then. Now you see clearer. That’s not weakness. That’s growth.”

I stayed three nights. I slept, ate, prayed. I laughed for the first time in what felt like years.

But on the fourth day, Nathaniel came.

He stood at the door with flowers and tears — crocodile tears.

“Mama, let me speak to her,” he pleaded. “Please.”

Against my better judgment, I went outside.

“I’ve been under pressure,” he said. “I’ll get therapy. We’ll go for counseling. I’m sorry.”

I looked at him and saw the mask — the performance. The desperation of a man who was losing control.

And yet… I went back.

Not because I believed him.

But because I needed time to plan my exit properly.

This time, I wasn’t leaving empty-handed.

16/06/2025

LOST WITH THE WIND

Episode 13
The Gala Breakdown

The city’s elite gathered at the Grand Skylight Hotel for a gala Nathaniel was sponsoring. It was meant to be a celebration of his “humanitarian contributions.” I wore a floor-length emerald dress and a smile stitched from pain.

Nathaniel played the charming host.

But something inside me had changed.

I couldn’t pretend anymore.

During his speech, he called me to the stage. “And to my beautiful wife, Lilah,” he said, placing a hand on my waist. “She’s the quiet force behind my success.”

I froze.

The room clapped.

And I… snapped.

“Do you want to tell them how you slapped me across the face when I asked where you were one night?” I said into the microphone, voice calm but sharp.

The room went silent.

Nathaniel’s smile cracked. “What are you doing?”

“I’m telling the truth,” I said, stepping back. “For once.”

Gasps. Murmurs. A photographer’s flash went off.

Nathaniel grabbed my arm and yanked me off stage. Backstage, he shoved me against the wall, his face twisted in rage.

“You’ll regret this, Lilah.”

“I already do,” I whispered.

He didn’t say a word after that. We rode home in silence.

But my fear of him?

It began to die that night.

LOST WITH THE WIND Episode 12(The Forbidden Room)It was a stormy Saturday night when I entered the room.Nathaniel had fo...
13/06/2025

LOST WITH THE WIND

Episode 12
(The Forbidden Room)

It was a stormy Saturday night when I entered the room.

Nathaniel had forgotten to lock it in his rush to leave for an emergency meeting. My curiosity had long given way to fear — but that night, fear bowed to something stronger: the need to know.

I opened the door slowly, my hands shaking.

Inside, the room was dim, lit by a single bulb. No luxury. No comfort. Just a heavy wooden desk, shelves filled with locked files, and a glass cabinet filled with… photos.

Photos of women.

Each framed.

Each labeled.

Each one once his “wife” — or girlfriend — or someone he claimed to love.

They all looked the same in their portraits: young, beautiful, full of light.

But their eyes told the truth. Hollow. Sad. Afraid.

Some photos had red Xs drawn across them.

One had the word “UNGRATEFUL” scratched violently into the frame.

In the drawer of his desk, I found letters. Broken pleas. Legal threats. One woman even tried to sue him. She vanished a few months later, according to the article I read online that night.

I dropped the paper. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling.

I wasn’t just being abused.

I was part of a pattern — a cycle.

A collection.

I was next.

LOST WITH THE WINDEpisode 11(A Silent Friend)Mariam became my only safe place in that house.She never asked too many que...
13/06/2025

LOST WITH THE WIND

Episode 11
(A Silent Friend)

Mariam became my only safe place in that house.

She never asked too many questions. She simply observed — and offered kindness in the smallest ways: A warm cup of tea left by my bedside. A soft scarf wrapped around my shoulders on cold nights. A wordless hug when my eyes were too swollen from crying.

One evening, while Nathaniel was out of town, I finally broke the silence.

“Mariam… have you ever been afraid that if you speak, you’ll never be heard?”

She nodded, eyes filling. “Every day. But I speak anyway, because my silence never saved me.”

We began speaking more often — cautiously, quietly, mostly late at night. I told her everything: the cheating, the slap, the miscarriage, the therapist. She listened without judgment, and for the first time, I felt like someone saw me.

She looked at me one night and said, “You can’t heal in the same place that broke you, madam.”

Her words echoed in my heart long after she went to bed.

LOST WITH THE WIND Episode 10The Dãrknëss InsideI don’t remember much from that week.The world was a blur of pain, blood...
13/06/2025

LOST WITH THE WIND

Episode 10
The Dãrknëss Inside

I don’t remember much from that week.

The world was a blur of pain, blood, silence, and endless sleep. I barely ate. I stopped praying. I stopped speaking. It felt like someone had taken my insides and replaced them with fog.

I thought of the ocean — how peaceful it would be to sink and never come up.

I wrote a letter to my mother that night:

> “Mama, if I don’t make it out, please forgive me. I thought I was choosing a better life. But I walked into a nightmare with my eyes wide open. I miss the smell of your cooking. I miss your voice. I miss me.”

Then I took a full bottle of sleeping pills and sat on the floor.

But before I could take the first one, I heard a knock.

It wasn’t Nathaniel.

It was the housemaid. Quiet, kind Mariam, who had worked for us for months.

She whispered, “Madam… I see you. I know what’s happening. Please… don’t give up.”

Her words pulled me back from the edge.

That night, I didn’t die.

But something inside me did.

And in its place… a tiny, trembling fire began to burn.

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