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Joy’s aunt’s face turned red. “So Joy has money and we are suffering in this house?”

“I don’t know, Ma. I just know what people are saying.”

Joy’s aunt started pacing angrily. “So this girl has been hiding money from me!”

Tracy lifted her hands quickly. “Ma, please. Don’t mention my name. I didn’t tell you anything. I just came as a friend.”

“Friend indeed!” her aunt barked. “Leave! Leave my compound!”

Tracy rushed out immediately.

Joy’s aunt stood there breathing hard. “So this girl has money and she is doing big woman outside. Me, I’m here struggling and she is hiding money. God will not forgive her.”

Just then Joy entered the compound, unaware that her life was about to turn upside down.

Before she could greet, her aunt rushed toward her like a lion.

“Joy! So you are now sharing money in this village like a billionaire!”

Joy stopped suddenly. “Auntie, what are you saying?”

Her aunt’s eyes were full of anger. “Don’t ask me anything. Where are you getting money from? Where? They said you are paying people’s hospital bills, paying school fees. Are you sleeping with men in this village?”

Joy’s heart jumped. “Auntie, I’m not sleeping with anybody.”

Her aunt laughed bitterly. “Then where is the money coming from? Answer me!”

Joy opened her mouth, but no words came. She remembered the old woman’s warning too clearly.

Her silence made her aunt even angrier.

“So you will be hiding money from me. You want to eat money alone while we are suffering?”

Joy held her aunt’s hands gently. “Auntie, please.”

But her aunt pushed her away. “Please what? Useless girl. You will disgrace me in this village. One day you will just disappear and bring shame. Mark my words—you will leave this house soon.”

Joy went to her room and sat down, breathing hard, her eyes full of tears. She felt trapped. She had lost Tracy. She was fighting her aunt. The village was already talking.

A week later, on a quiet evening, someone knocked on Joy’s door.

When she opened it, she saw Tracy standing there with a small smile and a bottle in her hand.

“Joy,” Tracy said softly, “I’m sorry.”

Joy’s face stayed hard.