MY WIFE IS A STRIPPER
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The next day, the tension in the hospital had reduced. My uncle had regained consciousness and was now out of immediate danger, thanks to the quick intervention of the doctors. His face was still pale, and his eyes carried a weight of sorrow and shame, but at least he was alive. I stayed by his side, trying to be a source of comfort, though the burden of what had happened weighed heavily on us both.
When Patricia arrived at the hospital later that day, her face was a mask of concern, but I could see the subtle flicker of fear in her eyes. She had no idea that my uncle had collapsed after discovering her secret. As far as she was concerned, he had simply fallen ill. I watched her closely, trying to discern if she was hiding any hint of guilt or remorse, but she played her part perfectly, acting the worried wife.
I left them alone that evening to get food for my uncle, hoping the time apart would give me clarity on what to do next. But when I returned, the room was charged with a different kind of energy. My uncle was fuming again, his face red with anger as he clenched his fists, trying to control his temper. Patricia stood a few feet away, her expression smug. Something had happened while I was gone, and whatever it was, it had pushed my uncle to the brink once more. I watched as she leaves .
“What happened?” I asked, moving to his side, but he wouldn’t look at me, his gaze fixed on Patricia with a mixture of anger and fear.
“She… she threatened me,” my uncle finally spat out, his voice trembling with fury. “She knows something something terrible. And she’s using it against me.”
“What are you talking about? What does she know?”
My uncle closed his eyes, as if summoning the strength to confess. “Years ago, before I ever became a pastor, I was involved in… something. There was a girl a young girl who died under suspicious circumstances. I didn’t kill her, but I helped conceal the evidence. I was young and foolish, and I thought I was protecting someone. But now… Patricia knows. And she’s using it against me.”
I felt the ground shift beneath me as the weight of his confession sank in. Patricia had him cornered, her knowledge of his past giving her a powerful weapon. I knew that if I didn’t act quickly, she would destroy him and possibly me as well.
“Don’t worry, Uncle,” I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. “I’ll get to the bottom of this. I promise you, I’ll find out what she’s up to.”
From that moment on, I kept a close eye on Patricia, determined to uncover whatever dark secrets she was hiding. I followed her every move, watching for any sign that could expose her true intentions. Days passed, and I grew more convinced that she was involved in something far more sinister than just blackmail.
One afternoon, I followed her to a dilapidated house on the outskirts of town. The place was isolated, hidden away from prying eyes, and something about it sent a chill down my spine. I watched from a distance as Patricia entered the house, her movements cautious and deliberate.
I waited for what felt like hours, my heart p******g in my chest. When she finally emerged, she wasn’t alone. She was leading a group of young children, their faces pale and terrified. They were huddled together, their small hands clutching each other as if seeking comfort in their shared fear. My blood ran cold as the realization hit me like.
Patricia wasn’t just a stripper she was part of a syndicate, a criminal organization that trafficked in innocent lives. These children, stolen from their families and communities, were nothing more than commodities to her, to be sold off to the highest bidder.
I watched in horror as Patricia forced the children into a van, her expression cold and detached. I knew I had to do something, but the risk was enormous. If she caught me, there was no telling what she might do. But I couldn’t let her get away with this. I had to find a way to stop her, to save those children, no matter the cost.
As the van drove away, I made a silent vow to bring Patricia down, to expose her for the monster she truly was. But deep down, I knew that this was just the beginning. The danger was far from over, and the road ahead would be filled with even greater challenges.
I turned away from the house, my mind racing with plans and possibilities. But one thing was certain I was in this too deep to back out now. The truth was out there, waiting to be uncovered, and I was determined to find it. No matter what it took.
But as I walked away, a sinking feeling settled in my gut. The game Patricia was playing was far more dangerous than I had ever imagined. And if I wasn’t careful, it would be my life along with those of the innocent children that would pay the price.
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