A month passed. The video hung over Nkechi's head like a dark cloud, a constant, suffocating presence. She went through the motions of her life, a puppet with Chief's hand firmly up its back. She was the perfect secretary, the perfect side chick, the perfect whore. But inside, she was dying.

One evening, Chief invited her to a high-society wedding. It was a lavish affair, held in a grand ballroom decorated with millions of naira worth of flowers and lights. Chief's wife was there. Mama ...