THEY FORCED HER TO MARRY A POOR MAN BECAUSE SHE WAS ADOPTED

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 THEY FORCED HER TO MARRY A POOR MAN BECAUSE SHE WAS ADOPTED.... Part 4

The words stung, not just because of the harshness, but because they carried a deep truth that Ruth didn’t want to face. She was, indeed, an adult, but she had spent so many years of her life being invisible, reduced to the role of caretaker and worker. She had been pushed to the margins, only seen for what she could do, not who she was. And now, they were trying to push her into the mold of a wife, without giving her a choice in the matter .

Ruth glanced at her adoptive mother, Mrs. Ezeh, hoping to find some comfort, some sign of support. But Mrs. Ezeh didn’t even look at her. Her gaze was distant, as if she had already made her own peace with this decision. Ruth’s heart sank further. It was clear to her now that there would be no ally in this room, no one who would stand up for her.

For a moment, Ruth thought about what her life had been like up until now—the years of work, the years of longing for love that never came, the years spent in silence, hoping for something better. And now this. Was this her fate? Was this what her life was going to be? A life of submission, of living up to others’ expectations, always doing what she was told without question?

As the silence stretched between them, Ruth felt a deep, aching loneliness. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep pretending everything was fine, how much longer she could play the role of the obedient daughter, the one who didn’t speak up, the one who didn’t ask for anything. She had been overlooked for so long, her hopes and dreams disregarded, and now they were deciding her future without even asking if she had any say in the matter.

Finally, Ruth took a deep breath, her voice barely a whisper. "I don’t want this," she said, her words trembling in the quiet room. "I don’t want to marry Mark. I don’t want to settle down just because it’s what you think I should do."

The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of defiance. She had never said anything like this before. She had always been the good daughter, the one who followed the rules, who did what was expected of her. But now, something inside her had snapped. She could no longer live in silence. She could no longer be the person they wanted her to be without losing herself completely.

Mr. Ezeh’s face darkened, his patience wearing thin. "Ruth," he said in a low, dangerous tone, "you will not argue with me about this. This is your chance. You’ll have a good life with Mark. You’ll have everything you’ve never had."

But Ruth shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "You don’t understand. It’s not about having everything. It’s about having a choice. About being seen for who I am, not just for what I can do."

Mark looked between Ruth and her father, clearly uncomfortable with the rising tension. But Ruth wasn’t about to let him be the one to decide her future. She wasn’t about to let anyone decide her future anymore.

"I’ve spent my whole life living in this house, doing what I was told, being the perfect daughter. But I’ve never been asked what I want, what I need," she continued, her voice growing stronger. "I can’t marry someone I don’t even know just because you think it’s time. I deserve more than that. I deserve to make my own choices."

The room was silent, except for the sound of Ruth’s shaky breaths. Mr. Ezeh stared at her, clearly stunned by her defiance. Ruth’s heart raced as she stood up, the weight of her words still hanging in the air.

"I’m leaving," Ruth said, her voice steady now, though her hands trembled. "I’m not staying here any longer. I’m going to find my own way. I don’t know where that is yet, but I won’t stay in this house any longer, living a life that isn’t mine."With that, she turned and walked out of the room, not looking back, not caring what they might say. She entered her room and picked up her bag, preparing to leave."Yes, leave! That’s all we need... leave!" Mrs. Ezeh screamed after her, her voice filled with bitterness.

Mark, still seated, was silent as it dawned on him just how much pain Ruth had endured over the years.Ruth stood there, bag in hand, tears welling up in her eyes. Mark, his expression full of regret, stood up and gently took her hand.

"I’m sorry," he said softly, his voice sincere. "I didn’t mean for it to happen this way. I just wanted a good woman to build my life with. I’ve seen you a few times—going to the market, running errands—and I thought... maybe you could give me a chance."

Ruth looked up at him, surprised by the softness in his words. Despite his shabby appearance, there was a calmness about him that made her pause."I can’t let you go to the street," Mark continued, his tone gentle but firm.

"I want to marry you. But if you’re going to end up on the streets because of my visit... How about I give you a place to stay until you figure things out?"Inside, Mr. and Mrs. Ezeh erupted in laughter at the sight of the scene.

"She’s going to end up on the streets. Look at what she’s done to herself," Mrs. Ezeh sneered, her voice laced with mockery.Ruth, feeling the weight of her reality, knew she had nowhere else to go. She looked at Mark and made her decision.

She nodded, a quiet acceptance filling her. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible.Mark squeezed her hand gently, offering her comfort. Together, they walked out of the Ezeh’s house, and as they stepped into the night, the sound of loud laughter echoed from behind them.

"They deserve each other," Ruth heard Mrs. Ezeh’s voice carry, but she didn’t look back.Ruth walked with Mark, feeling a sense of relief mixed with uncertainty. They trekked down the dusty road, their footsteps echoing in the night air, the world ahead of them unknown and full of possibility.

Despite everything that had happened, Ruth was free—free to make her own decisions, to shape her own future. And with Mark beside her, she stepped into the unknown, ready to rebuild her life, one step at  a time 

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