How a Firewood Girl Captured the Heart of a Prince Who Came Home to Marry Another Woman

and the prince decided I was the problem.”

Chief Obina’s jaw tightened, but he covered it with a smile.

“My prince, forgive women. Small things become big in their mouths.”

Ibuka looked at him.

“It did not look small to me.”

Madame Chiamaka came forward, her voice soft. Too soft.

“Ephoma, go inside.”

Ephoma bowed her head and walked away quickly.

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