“What do you want from me?” he shouted.
“Marry me; because I have your baby”
“You have what?”
“Your baby”
“After all, I paid you to get rid of …”
“Get rid of what, Don…I cannot do that”
“I beg you in the name of God, Bisi, get rid of that baby” he howled “For crying out loud, I am married Bisi”
“Getting a second wife is not bad. After all, you have the means"
“I don’t need a second wife. Besides, we cannot fit... the age. The class. Education. Everything”
“Make me your wife, and rebrand me to your taste then”
“Bisi, please, please, do what I asked you to do. How much do you want me to add?”
“I don’t need your money, Don. I need you,” she wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead “Moreover, it is already too late to abort”
“Someone else has taken over my life and I can’t lose her over you. Don’t you understand?”
“Then be prepared for the war,” Bisi said and made to leave.
“Come back here,” he shouted.
