The wedding day dawned bright and sunny, with intermittent rain showers that seemed to wash away the past, making room for a promising future. The atmosphere was filled with anticipation and new beginnings. Eve, resplendent in her bridal attire, awaited Kwame's arrival at the church, her eyes fixed on the entrance with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
Defying tradition, she had arrived first, her presence a testament to her eagerness to start their new life together. Kwame finally appeared, accompanied by his trusted friend, Gal. Preoccupied with thoughts, he made his way to the altar, where Eve stood patiently, her smile radiating warmth and love.
They exchanged vows, their voices filled with conviction, and completed the necessary formalities. As they were pronounced husband and wife, the congregation erupted in cheers and applause.
Their honeymoon was a whirlwind of excitement, with Kwame taking Eve to all the places he had once visited with Davida.
However, the memorial day of his late wife approached, and Kwame's mind remained oblivious to the significance. Eve, aware of the date, chose not to remind him, prioritizing their honeymoon bliss. Her possessive nature blinded her to the importance of this day for Kwame and his connection to Davida.
The honeymoon was over and as they packed to leave, Kwame's wallet fell open, revealing Davida's picture. Tears welled up in his eyes as he bent to retrieve it. Eve swiftly picked it up, initiating a conversation.
"What's troubling you?" Eve asked, her tone laced with irritation. "Why ruin our happy time?" Kwame's voice trembled, "I forgot my wife's memorial day. I promised to honor her memory." Eve's expression turned cold.
"Who do you still call your wife?" Eve demanded. "Me, your newly wedded wife, or the ghost?" Kwame's eyes widened in surprise. Eve continued, her words laced with accusation, "Why mourn the past? Don't you consider me your wife now? This is our honeymoon." Her words made Kwame feel guilty for his emotions.
He apologized, though he felt unjustly accused. The incident left an unspoken rift between them, and Kwame refrained from mentioning Davida again until they returned home.
Their return marked a new chapter in their lives, filled with promise and uncertainty. As they settled into their routine, Eve's possessiveness grew, causing Kwame to feel suffocated.
One evening, as they strolled through the park, Kwame's thoughts drifted to Davida. Eve noticed the faraway look in his eyes and grasped his hand tightly.
"Where are you?" she asked, her voice laced with a mix of concern and jealousy. Kwame hesitated before responding.
"I was just thinking about... life," he said, evading the truth. Eve's eyes narrowed.
"I know you're still grieving," she said. "But I need you to focus on us, our future." Kwame nodded, feeling trapped between his past and present.
As the days passed, Kwame struggled to reconcile his feelings. Eve's love and possessiveness had become a double-edged sword – comforting yet suffocating