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TITLE: THE BETRAYER CHAPTER 1: GREAT April 27, 2010, dawned like a promise whispered on the wind—soft, warm, and full of hope. The sun rose gently over Port Harcourt, casting golden light over the city, touching rooftops and treetops alike with a sense of sacred calm. It was the day Vivian and Watson would begin their life together—not just as partners, but as husband and wife. From the moment Vivian opened her eyes that morning, she knew something was different. The air felt charged, as if the universe had paused in anticipation. It wasn’t just the excitement of the wedding day—it was something deeper. A peace, wrapped in joy. Somewhere not far from her, Watson was surely preparing too, his mind racing through details, memories, dreams of this very moment. The venue, Chichi in the heart of Port Harcourt, had been dressed with care. The team had worked early to set everything just right—chairs draped in white and gold, floral arrangements blooming in coordinated grace, and soft music humming from the corners like the breath of angels. Rivers State’s usual heat held back just enough, giving way to a cool breeze that floated through the open spaces, blessing everyone it touched. Family and friends began arriving in waves—colorful attires glowing under the sunlight, voices raised in laughter, hugs exchanged with warmth. The energy in the air was undeniable: this was a celebration of love, one that had been nurtured through time, conversation, faith, and a bond that couldn’t be broken. The church service was sacred. With every word of the blessing, with every verse spoken and every prayer uttered, it felt as though heaven itself leaned in to listen. When Vivian and Watson stood together at the altar, there was silence—not from lack of sound, but because every heart was tuned to their vow. A vow not just spoken, but lived with every look, every touch, every tear. "I, Watson, take you, Vivian..." he began, his voice strong but full of emotion. "I, Vivian, take you, Watson..." she echoed, eyes locked onto his. Their words wove a spiritual contract, one that everyone present bore witness to. And when they were pronounced husband and wife, the cheer that erupted was not just noise—it was the sound of two families, two lives, two souls joining in divine harmony. But the joy didn’t end at the church door. Outside, cars were decorated and honking, friends were singing, and the couple was surrounded on all sides. The transition to the reception was like moving from one joyous realm to another. At the reception, Chichi transformed again—this time into a grand celebration hall. The tables were covered in shimmering linens, the buffet lines promised a feast, and the band was already tuning their instruments. As the couple entered, they were met with ululations, chants, and clapping—an overwhelming celebration of their union. There were speeches that moved hearts, dances that lifted spirits, and moments that felt like something out of a dream. The laughter of children, the scent of jollof rice and fried fish, the rustle of fabrics as aunties danced with abandon—it all created a symphony of celebration. on my wedding day, was so great , special and beautiful that myself and my husband were happily married. CHAPTER 2: The Dance of Joy As the sun dipped lower in the sky, painting golden streaks across the clouds, the reception was already in full swing. Chichi, now glowing with soft lighting, pulsed with life. The guests had found their seats, and conversations hummed like bees in a garden—joyful, excited, and rich with stories of love. Vivian and Watson entered the hall hand in hand, greeted by a thunderous cheer. The MC, full of charm and humor, announced them as “Mr. and Mrs. Watson!” and the room erupted. Cameras flashed. Phones waved in the air. The traditional drummers beat their talking drums in rhythm, while the DJ transitioned into a vibrant mix of highlife and Afrobeat, blending culture with The couple’s first dance was like something from a romantic film. As the music softened and the lights dimmed, the crowd fell into a hush. Watson took Vivian’s hand, pulling her gently into the center of the floor. Their eyes met, and for a few moments, it felt as though no one else existed. The music played on—soft, melodic, intimate—and their bodies moved in time with each other. It wasn’t choreographed, but it didn’t need to be. Every sway, every spin was guided by love and instinct. Applause broke out halfway through, and guests soon joined them, filling the dance floor in a sea of color and joy. One of the most memorable parts of the evening was the outpouring of love from family and friends. Toast after toast reminded everyone how much this union meant. Watson’s best man stood, glass in hand, and spoke of loyalty, of brotherhood, and of the moment he knew Watson had found “the one.” Vivian’s maid of honor, a longtime friend, barely held back tears as she described the journey—late-night talks, prayers, heartbreaks, and finally, the moment Watson came into Vivian’s life like a sunrise. The speeches were followed by prayers and blessings from elders—beautiful, profound words spoken in both English and native tongues. Their voices carried the weight of tradition and the joy of legacy. The elders reminded the couple that they stood not just for themselves but as part of something greater—generations past and future, united in this moment. Then came the food—and oh, the food was a celebration of its own. Guests were served delicacies from every corner of Nigeria: spicy pepper soup, rich egusi and pounded yam, suya with bold spices, coconut rice, fried plantain, and chilled drinks that sparkled under. The warm reception lights. The laughter at tables, the clinking of forks against plates, the soft hum of music—it all wove a tapestry of unforgettable memories. CHAPTER 3: Family, Laughter, and Legacy As the night deepened, the air around Chichi buzzed with a kind of magic only weddings can stir. The once-formal seating arrangement now gave way to relaxed mingling. Old friends found each other in laughter, children danced in their new shoes, and relatives from far and near shared stories about the bride and groom. The joy was contagious—anyone watching could tell that this wasn’t just a wedding. It was a reunion, a festival, a spiritual joining of hearts and histories. Vivian’s mother stood from her table, regal in her coral beads and lace wrapper, her eyes wet with gratitude. She was a woman known for her quiet strength, and yet that night, she couldn’t contain the flood of emotion. She took the microphone and addressed the room, her voice clear, proud, and filled with deep love for her daughter. "I watched Vivian grow into the woman she is today. I prayed for her to find someone who would cherish her as she deserves. Today, I see those prayers answered in Watson. I give you both my blessings—not just as a mother, but as a woman who understands how sacred this journey is." There wasn’t a dry eye in the house. Guests clapped, some stood in applause, and Watson, moved by the gesture, walked over to hug his new mother-in-law. It was a moment that said more than words ever could. Later, the floor came alive again with more dancing. It was time for the traditional money-spraying—the jubilant Nigerian custom where guests shower the bride and groom with currency as they dance. Vivian, radiant in her second outfit of the night—a sparkling gold and wine ensemble—moved with elegance and ease. Watson, in his matching agbada, kept step beside her, beaming with pride. The music rose. The guests surged forward in waves of excitement, notes of naira fluttering through the air like confetti. Children rushed to gather the bills while designated helpers collected them into bags. The scene was full of movement, full of wealth—not just in currency, but in culture, connection, and pure, unfiltered joy. And then came the gift presentations. From sleek boxes wrapped in glittering paper to handwoven baskets filled with spices, cookware, and traditional cloths—each gift told a story. The emcee worked overtime trying to keep the crowd organized, cracking jokes and getting laughter with every line. Vivian and Watson sat together, smiling at each gift, offering hugs and handshakes, whispering heartfelt thanks to every giver. Just when it seemed the night couldn’t grow any more memorable, an unexpected moment unfolded. One of Watson’s old friends took the stage with a guitar. With little warning, he began to sing—a song he had written just for the couple. His voice was deep, soulful, rich with feeling. The lyrics were simple but powerful: a tribute to friendship, faith, and the promise of love that stands the test of time. The entire hall fell silent again. Couples held hands. Strangers nodded in time with the music. Vivian rested her head on Watson’s shoulder, and in that quiet, tear-filled moment, their love felt like something that stretched across the sky --- CHAPTER 4: The Night Shines On As the music faded from the heartfelt performance, the atmosphere shifted into a new phase—one of deep contentment. The formalities were over, the meals had been shared, and now, the night belonged to celebration alone. The DJ, sensing the perfect moment, kicked the tempo back up. A wave of upbeat Afrobeat, juju, and dancehall music surged through the speakers, drawing everyone back to the dance floor. Younger cousins danced in circles, mimicking viral dance moves with energy only youth could muster. Aunties and uncles followed, not to be outdone, swaying with graceful confidence. Even the elders, those who had been content to sit and observe, now tapped their feet and clapped in rhythm. Vivian and Watson joined in again, energized by the love that surrounded them. They danced not just with each other, but with everyone—linking arms with relatives, spinning in circles, laughing freely. The moment felt endless, like time itself had paused to watch. Somewhere near the back of the venue, guests were taking turns at the photo booth, holding up signs that read, “Team Bride,” “Team Groom,” and “Love Wins.” A photographer moved through the crowd, capturing raw, beautiful moments: a father feeding his baby jollof rice, two aunties laughing over a glass of wine, Watson wiping a joyful tear from Vivian’s cheek. Later, the cake was brought out—a towering, elegant creation draped in white and gold icing, its layers symbolizing unity, sweetness, and the blessings of growth. As the couple stood beside it, knife in hand, the crowd chanted: "Cut it! Cut it! Cut it! Cut! With laughter and grace, Vivian and Watson sliced the first piece together, their hands joined on the knife. Then came the feeding—another tradition symbolizing care and commitment. Watson offered a bite to Vivian with a smile, and she returned the gesture with affection and a playful wink. The crowd clapped and cheered, voices rising in a chorus of happiness. Then came the bouquet toss. Vivian, laughing as she gathered her bridesmaids and single ladies behind her, held the bouquet aloft. With a count of three and a dramatic spin, she launched it into the air. The bouquet soared high before landing in the arms of a blushing cousin, who was immediately surrounded by screams and laughter. Meanwhile, the men readied themselves for the garter toss. Watson removed the garter with flair, grinning as he playfully teased the audience. He flung it backward into a group of eager bachelors, and another round of laughter broke out when the groom’s friend—a man known for being “forever single”—caught it. But even in the excitement, there were moments of stillness—pockets of silence between the beats, where Vivian and Watson would catch each other’s eyes from across the room. There, in the middle of so much celebration, was their quiet world. The love that had brought them here. The love that would carry them through all the days to come. As the evening wore on and stars dotted the Port Harcourt sky, the atmosphere mellowed. Guests began to say their goodbyes, wrapping the couple in hugs, offering prayers, and giving last-minute advice. Some handed envelopes discreetly; others squeezed hands tightly, whispering words that only the heart could fully understand. CHAPTER 5: A Perfect Ending and New Beginnings As the festivities began to wind down, a soft breeze swept through the venue, carrying with it the warmth of laughter and the lingering aroma of the evening’s feast. The lights at Chichi now cast a softer glow, reflecting the peaceful conclusion of a day that would forever remain etched in the hearts of everyone who attended. Vivian and Watson shared a quiet moment together, standing just outside the reception hall where the air was calm, and the city seemed to hum in quiet celebration of their union. The night sky stretched endlessly above them, a canvas of stars witnessing the beginning of their journey as husband and wife. "Can you believe it’s all real now?" Vivian asked, her voice soft but full of wonder. Watson smiled, his hand gently squeezing hers. "It’s more than real—it’s everything I’ve ever hoped for." They both stood for a moment in silence, soaking in the events of the day—the vows, the blessings, the laughter, and all the beautiful chaos that had come with bringing two lives together. It felt surreal, like waking from a dream only to find that reality was far better than anything their imaginations could have crafted. Inside, the remaining guests prepared for the couple’s grand exit. Close friends gathered near the entrance with sparklers, ready to send them off in a blaze of light. Meanwhile, family members finished packing gifts and making sure everything was in order for the couple’s first night as husband and wife. As Vivian and Watson reentered the hall, the energy surged once more. The MC gathered everyone’s attention for final words, thanking the guests for their love and support, and reminding everyone of the importance of family, unity, and faith in building a strong marriage. Then, the send-off began. The couple made their way through a glowing archway of sparklers, laughter echoing around them, sparks lighting up their path like blessings from the heavens. Friends and family cheered, calling out heartfelt wishes for love, longevity, and prosperity. "May your home be filled with joy!" "Long life and happiness!" "This love will only grow stronger!" Vivian’s heart swelled with gratitude. Watson’s eyes gleamed with pride and love. Together, they walked forward—into a new chapter, hand in hand. The car waiting for them had been adorned with ribbons and flowers, a playful “Just Married” sign hanging from the back. As they climbed inside, waving at loved ones through the windows, they felt a mixture of emotions—joy for everything that had just unfolded, and excitement for the life that awaited them. The drive away from Chichi felt like floating on air. The city lights blurred into beautiful streaks, and the world outside seemed quieter now, as if it, too, respected the sacredness of their new beginning. When they finally arrived at their destination for the night, it was just the two of them—no crowds, no cameras, just the quiet realization that everything they had planned and prayed for had come to fruition. They talked for hours, recounting the day’s moments—both big and small—and expressing how deeply thankful they were for each other. "This is just the start," Watson whispered as he held Vivian close. "The best start," she replied, her heart full. CHAPTER 6: Reflections and Forever The following morning, as sunlight poured through the curtains, the memories of the previous day felt almost like a beautiful dream—except this time, they woke up knowing that it was all real. Vivian and Watson spent their morning reflecting on everything that had happened—the vows spoken in front of God and loved ones, the heartfelt speeches, the laughter, the dancing, and the overwhelming outpouring of love that had surrounded them from start to finish. They looked through photos, smiling at candid moments captured by friends and family—moments they hadn’t even realized were happening amidst the whirlwind of celebration. Each picture told a story: the joy on their parents’ faces, the wild laughter of friends on the dance floor, and the tender looks they had exchanged throughout the day. They spoke of their future too—of the home they would build, the traditions they would create, and the love they would nurture through every season of life. There was something deeply comforting about knowing that they would walk this path together, side by side, no longer just as two people in love, but as partners for life. As the day progressed, they began preparing for the next steps—visiting family to give their thanks, organizing gifts, and sending messages of gratitude to everyone who had made their wedding day so special. But no matter how busy the day became, there was an unspoken peace between them—an understanding that their wedding wasn’t just a beautiful event, but a promise fulfilled. It was the foundation upon which they would build their future, brick by brick, heart by heart. The journey that began on April 27, 2010, at Chichi in Port Harcourt, was just the beginning of a lifetime of shared dreams, prayers, and love that would only grow stronger with each passing day. CHAPTER 7: The Reflection Years later, whenever Vivian and Watson looked back on their wedding day, it felt like touching a page from a sacred book—timeless, tender, and shining with memories too precious to fade. The photos had aged gently, tucked into albums and frames around their home, but the memories remained fresh—preserved not just in images, but in the way they lived their lives afterward. Every anniversary brought a return to that day: the scent of fresh flowers, the rhythm of the music, the sound of vows whispered and promises made under heaven’s quiet approval. Vivian often said the weather that day wasn’t just nice—it was perfect. As if the skies themselves had held their breath and smiled, blessing their union. Watson agreed. He remembered the way the breeze felt as they exited the church, the soft warmth of the late April air brushing across their faces like the gentle touch of divine favor. In quieter moments, they spoke about how deeply grateful they were—not just for the beauty of the ceremony or the joy of the reception, but for the unity it had created. Their wedding had been more than an event; it had been a merging of lives, families, cultures, and communities. It had brought people together in a way that left a lasting legacy. And that legacy had only grown stronger with time. They had built a home full of laughter, full of learning, and—most importantly—full of love. They had faced trials, of course, as every couple does. But the vows they made at Chichi became their compass. For better, for worse. In sickness and in health. To love and to cherish… Those weren’t just words. They were daily choices, renewed every morning. Vivian would sometimes replay the dance in her mind—the first one they shared, how Watson’s hand had felt in hers, the way they had moved in perfect, joyful rhythm. That dance became a symbol for their marriage: flowing, unpredictable at times, but always anchored by the music of trust and affection. And Watson, in his quiet way, never forgot the feeling of watching Vivian walk down the aisle. It was a vision that stayed with him, even in the busiest or hardest days. It reminded him of why they began—why they chose each other, again and again, no matter what life brought. When they told their children stories of that day, they didn’t just speak about the venue, the cake, or the clothes. They spoke of meaning. Of choosing love when it was easy, and even more when it wasn’t. Of family—both given and chosen. Of God’s grace that had carried them, not just through one glorious day, but through every day that followed. And as each April 27th came and went, they marked it not with extravagance, but with remembrance. Sometimes it was a quiet dinner. Other times, a walk hand in hand. But always, always, there was gratitude. For the day their lives became one. For the promises they made. For the love that has never stopped growing. CHAPTER 8: The bond between Vivian and Watson The bond between Phibian and Watson only grew stronger with each passing year. Through seasons of joy and challenges, they remained united, always supporting one another with patience, prayer, and deep affection. Their home became a beacon of warmth and wisdom—not just for their children, but also for extended family and friends who sought counsel and encouragement. David, the eldest, showed early signs of leadership and a passion for innovation. As an engineer, he spearheaded projects that improved communities and created job opportunities. Divine, with her gentle heart and sharp intellect, pursued medicine not just as a profession but as a calling to heal and serve. Destiny, the nurturing and insightful one, dedicated her life to education, inspiring countless young minds in her role as a teacher. And Daniel, the youngest, had a flair for business. With honesty and creativity, he built enterprises that not only succeeded financially but also uplifted others. Their marriages were blessed with harmony. David’s wife, Grace, was a calm and steady presence; Divine’s wife, Joy, a fellow medical professional with a passion for charity work; Destiny’s husband, Chinedu, a strong partner and mentor; and Daniel’s wife, Esther, a vibrant and supportive woman with entrepreneurial insight of her own. Together, they raised children who continued the family legacy of purpose, excellence, and love. With each grandchild came more joy and more reason to give thanks. VIVian and Watson often sat hand-in-hand, watching their legacy unfold before their eyes—celebrating graduations, weddings, births, and achievements with hearts full of gratitude. They knew their marriage had been a seed planted in love, watered by faith, and blessed by God to become a great tree under which generations would find shelter. Indeed, their wedding day had been the beginning of something extraordinary—an unbreakable union that bore fruit far beyond their imagination. Through their example, the story of Phibian and Watson became a living testimony that with love, unity, and God at the center, any family can build a foundation that time will never erase. CHAPTER 9: Joy witnessing After witnessing the joy of their grandchildren, Vivian and Watson were filled with deep contentment. Their hearts overflowed with gratitude for the life they had built together—a life rooted in love, faith, and perseverance. As their children prospered in their various careers and homes, Vivian and Watson found themselves entering a new phase of life. With fewer responsibilities and growing support from their children, they began to travel across countries, enjoying the fruits of their labor and celebrating the richness of their journey. From Europe to Asia, North America to Africa, they marveled at the wonders of the world hand in hand, creating new memories and strengthening their bond with every step. Whether it was walking the streets of Paris or gazing at the beaches of the Caribbean, the joy of seeing their children flourish gave them peace, even as age gradually crept upon them. Their four children—David, Divine, Destiny, and Daniel—remained devoted and loving. They took care of their parents with honor and gratitude, ensuring their comfort and health were a top priority. It was the perfect continuation of a life well-lived. But life, unpredictable as it is, took an unexpected turn. Destiny, the vibrant and kind-hearted teacher, had always been adventurous and bold. One day, he embarked on a journey to an unfamiliar country—one he spoke little about. He mentioned it briefly in a phone call, promising to send more details later. But that message turned out to be the last anyone heard from him. Days turned into weeks, then into months. His phone lines stopped connecting. Messages were left unread. Social media accounts remained inactive. Phibian and Watson’s hearts grew heavy with worry. They prayed day and night, hoping for a sign, for a call, for anything. But silence persisted. The family tried everything—contacting embassies, reaching out through global networks, and even hiring private investigators. Yet Destiny was nowhere to be found. His sudden disappearance cast a shadow over the family’s joy and shook their faith in ways they had never imagined. Vivian, often tearful, would sit on the porch clutching old photos of her son, whispering prayers into the wind. Watson, though trying to stay strong, carried the weight of uncertainty heavily on his shoulders. Life, with all its beauty, had reminded them of its harsh edges. And though surrounded by love, Vivian n and Watson faced this new storm with a trembling hope, holding on to the belief that Destiny—so aptly named—would one day return and complete their family once more. CHAPTER 10: A Twist of Fate and a Joyful Reunion On their wedding day, Vivian and Watson could never have imagined all the twists and turns life would bring. The beauty of that day—filled with laughter, dancing, and heartfelt blessings __set the foundation for decades of love and growth. But life, ever full of surprises, had its own plans. After many years of peace, celebration, and success, a strange and heartbreaking chapter began with the mysterious disappearance of their beloved son, Destiny. For months, the family lived with uncertainty, clinging to hope, refusing to give in to despair. Vivian’s prayers became constant, Watson’s strength quiet but unwavering, and the entire family held tightly to each other. Then, just as the sorrow had started to feel permanent, something great and unexpected happened. One sunny morning, a knock came on the family’s front gate. And there, standing with tired eyes but a hopeful smile, was Destiny. He had returned—alive and well. The moment he stepped through the door, the house erupted with cries of joy, praise, and tears. Vivian ran into her son’s arms, sobbing with relief. Watson held him tightly, whispering gratitude to God. His siblings surrounded him, overwhelmed with emotion. Destiny had been stranded in a remote country due to unforeseen circumstances that made it nearly impossible for him to contact anyone. But through a chain of kind strangers, courage, and faith, he made his way back to the family he had longed for every day. The entire family rejoiced as never before. Songs of thanksgiving filled the air. What had been a cloud of grief was suddenly replaced with a burst of celebration. They held a special thanksgiving service, inviting loved ones and neighbors to witness the miracle of Destiny’s return. From that moment on, the family became even stronger—more grateful, more united, and more aware of the priceless value of each life and each day. The return of Destiny became a testimony that no matter how dark the night, joy truly comes in the morning. My Wedding Day: A Memory Etched Forever Our wedding day was more than a celebration—it was the beginning of a new chapter, rich with emotion, hope, and love. Held at the beautiful venue of Chichi in Port Harcourt, with the weather perfectly calm and skies smiling above us, it was a day ordained by grace and surrounded by joy. Family and friends gathered from near and far, dressed in dazzling colors, their hearts united in one purpose: to witness the union of two souls, Vivian and Watson, becoming one. From the moment I walked down the aisle, with music floating in the air and eyes filled with tears of joy, to the moment we exchanged vows with trembling voices and sincere hearts, every second felt like a piece of heaven. The ceremony was moving, the prayers were powerful, and the love that surrounded us was deeply felt. Then came the reception—a burst of joy and laughter. The atmosphere was electric, the food delicious, the music irresistible. We danced, we sang, and we laughed until our cheeks hurt. Every glance, every hug, every whispered word from loved ones carved a memory we would cherish forever. It was a good experience—one that lives fresh in our hearts even years later. An unforgettable day that laid the foundation for a life filled with blessings, children, grandchildren, and deep companionship. It was not just the start of a marriage, but the beginning of a journey that would one day become a testimony to love, endurance, and God’s unfailing faithfulness.lndeed, our wedding day was a day written in gold in the history of our lives—a memory that time cannot erase. Epilogue: A Wedding Day That Sparked a Lifetime. The wedding day of Vivian and Watson was not just a day of ceremony—it was a divine beginning, a joyful covenant that would ripple through times. What started with radiant smiles, heartfelt vows, and the blessings of loved ones became the cornerstone of a family rich in love, laughter, and lasting legacy. Our wedding, surrounded by music, prayers, and the warmth. Fantastic