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

chosen.”

When the queen left, Mama Ngozi sat on the bench and covered her face.

Ephoma dropped the basket and knelt before her.

“Mama.”

Mama Ngozi’s voice cracked.

“Forget him.”

Ephoma shook her head, hurt already rising in her chest.

“I am trying.”

“Try harder. We have only this house, only this name, only each other.”

Later that evening at the palace, Adana continue reading …