"Is that you, Titi? You can't deceive me; I've known you for a decade. What brings you here at this hour? And where's my new spouse? I hope she's unharmed," Madu queried as Titi, draped in bedclothes, confronted him. Despite his accusations, she aimed to sway him with feminine wiles, counting on her intimate knowledge of his desires.
"Calm yourself, Madu. Remember the years of happiness we shared before she arrived. I helped furnish this room, bought these pillows. Don't treat me like a stranger; I'm still your wife," Titi implored, appealing to their shared history.
"What's your purpose here? And where's my new wife? How did you even get in?" Madu demanded, his frustration mounting.
"Your so-called wife is safe. I need no permission to enter my own chamber. I'm here for a simple request," Titi explained, her hand soothing his tension.
"Make it quick; I'm exhausted," Madu insisted, his resolve wavering beneath her touch.
"I want to conceive," Titi declared boldly.
"After ten childless years? What's changed?" Madu questioned skeptically.
"My heart tells me it's time. I'm undergoing a treatment with high success rates. I need your contribution," Titi pleaded earnestly.
"I'm tired of false hopes. Perhaps it's time to accept reality," Madu sighed, torn between desire and resignation.
"I won't give up. If you refuse, I'll seek another man," Titi warned, her defiance stirring a primal reaction in Madu.
"Impossible!" he protested, grappling with his conflicting emotions.
"As for your new wife, she's pregnant, and the child isn't yours," Titi dropped the bombshell, igniting Madu's fury and passion. As they reunited, plotting the future, Madu resolved to confront his new wife discreetly, reclaiming what was once theirs.