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You are a helpful AI assistant.
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Capítulo 4<end_of_turn>
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"Francis, how could you have the audacity to get another woman pregnant? Where did I offend you? You just developed a sudden hatred for me, your wife," Florence cried, rolling herself on the floor as her mum held her.

"You have to accept her as your co-wife, or you leave my house," Francis replied.

"And you, you didn't see any other man to sleep with but my husband, you're wicked," Florence retorted, pointing fingers at her.

"Since you don't want to stop harming my grandchildren, I decided to advise him on what to do," his mum said, smiling.

"Me, Florence, harming my children? You're the one harming my children, mama. You're a witch. No wonder you don't fall sick; you always look like a newborn. You know what's happening to my children. God will judge you, witch," Florence ran upstairs, packed her clothes inside her big box, and came to the parlour, facing Francis.

"Francis, don't come looking for me. Well, I know you won't come because of the hatred you have for me, but it's fine. When your eyes clear very well, don't dare come to look for me because I will baptize you with hot water," she faced her mother-in-law. "Make sure you finish what you have started. You advised him to get another wife because you're tired of harming my children. You now want to change your diet a..."

"How dare you talk to my mum in such a manner?" Francis interrupted, facing her.

She sighed, dragged her bag out, and her mum followed her.

"Florence, I'll advise you to go back and sort things out with your husband. Don't leave your marriage because of that lady," Mrs. Ugochi pleaded.

"Can you hear yourself, mum? Don't even come closer to me. I'm not sure you're my mother. Didn't you see the hatred in his eyes? Oh, I should go in there and sort things out? Please, enough of all these. Idris, open that gate..."

Florence drove out to an unknown place, where she rented an apartment where nobody could find her.

Francis never bothered to call Florence. He forgot about her in the blink of an eye, thanks to his mother's influence.

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