Naira Terribly Jerked Him

Naira stirred, her body protesting as she stretched and reached for the remnants of a night's sleep that had not been particularly peaceful. A dull ache spiraled down her spine as she straightened her back. With a resigned sigh, she realized that she hadn't slept in an appropriate position all night, thanks to the unsettling presence of her husband, Melvin.

Her eyes wandered to the figure sleeping beside her, his features peaceful in slumber. But that serenity was at odds with the bitter memory of his words from the previous night. "I hate your mother," he had said, words that lingered in her mind like a bitter aftertaste.

Curling her lips in disappointment, Naira swung her feet over the edge of the bed, her thoughts a jumble of conflicted emotions. She couldn't shake the feeling that a storm was brewing beneath the surface of their relationship, one that threatened to disrupt the fragile peace that they had known until now.

Naira hurriedly got ready for her office, her reflection in