Married To A Goon part 1

The wedding ring on my finger felt heavier than iron.

People smiled. Cameras flashed. The choir sang as if heaven itself had blessed the union.

Only I knew the truth.

I wasn't marrying the man of my dreams.

I was marrying the man everyone in Mombasa feared.

My name is Grace Wanjiku, a twenty-nine-year old primary school teacher. My life had always been simple. I woke up before sunrise, prepared lesson plans, marked exercise books late into the night, and believed that kindness could change the world one child at a time.

Crime, politics, and gangs belonged to the evening news not to my life.

Until the day they knocked on my classroom door.

"Madam Grace," the headteacher whispered, his face unusually pale. "Someone is here to see you."

Standing outside the...