He would lock the door, move quietly inside for nearly thirty minutes, then emerge sweating slightly but smiling as if satisfied.
Whenever I asked playfully what exactly he did under there, he would kiss my forehead and remind me gently of the rule.
I stopped asking after the second month because love sometimes means choosing peace over curiosity in a new home.
Life continued beautifully on the surface, filled with dinners at expensive restaurants and weekend trips that made my friends envy me openly.
Obinna bought me jewelry often, heavy gold pieces and glittering stones that caught attention whenever I attended social gatherings.
He enjoyed showing me off publicly, holding my waist proudly and introducing me as his beautiful, obedient wife.
At night, however, he sometimes woke around midnight and stood quietly beside the bed without speaking.
I would pretend to sleep, sensing him staring downward toward the floor for long, silent minutes before lying back down carefully.
