Debby’s phone buzzed again. Another private message. Another map.
Her heart thudded as she stared at it. Kemi hadn’t dropped the location in the group chat—she had sent it one by one, privately. Selectively.
Debby’s first thought was simple: Why me?
She scrolled back up to check the group. It was still on fire. Everyone shouting, typing, cursing each other out.
“Kemi, drop the venue here oh!”
“You dey fear?”
“Stop playing games!”
“Na me you no send?”
But Debby knew Kemi too well. If she sent her the address, then she had sent it to others. But who?
That question dug into her chest like a needle.
She flipped back to her private chat with Kemi. Just the location. No words. No explanation.
Debby frowned. She typed:
“Who else did you send this to?”
She waited. The typing bubble popped up… then disappeared.
Nothing.
Her phone buzzed again. Not Kemi. Ada.
“Debby, did you get a message from Kemi? Be honest.”
Her throat went dry. How did Ada know? Did she also get the invite? Or was she fishing for info?
Another message slid in before Debby could answer. This time from Chika.
“Babes, Kemi dey move shady. Did she text you?”
Now Debby was sweating.
Her mind raced: Should she admit it? Should she lie? If she said nothing, they might suspect more.
Her eyes flicked back to the group. More insults were flying. But hidden beneath the noise, one thing was clear—suspicion was spreading like wildfire. Everyone was wondering: who got picked, and who was left out?
Debby locked her phone and tossed it on the bed. She pressed both hands against her face.
“This is madness,” she whispered.
Her stomach turned. The whole thing had started with her. That one text to Emeka about his boxers. That stupid night. That one laugh.
Now, she wasn’t just a spectator. She was in it. Neck-deep.
Her phone buzzed again. This time, a voice note. From Kemi.
She hesitated before hitting play. Kemi’s calm voice filled the room:
“Debby. Don’t answer them. Just show up. You’ll see everything clearer when we meet.”
Debby froze.
Her heart hammered against her ribs.
Show up? Was this a setup?
Why was Kemi telling her not to answer the others?
She replayed the voice note three times, searching for cracks in the tone. Kemi sounded calm. Too calm. Like someone who had already planned the next five moves in a chess game.
Debby leaned back against the wall, staring at the ceiling. Her mind was racing.
If she showed up, she’d be walking straight into drama.
If she didn’t, she’d be seen as weak—or worse, scared.
Either way, the spotlight was on her now.
Her phone buzzed one more time. Another ping from the group chat. This one from the bride-to-be.
“Ladies, keep fighting if you want. But next Saturday, you’ll all be sitting in front of me, watching me marry him. That’s not a threat. That’s a promise.”
Debby’s hands shook as she typed a reply in the group. Her first real message since the madness started.
“Enough. If we’re really meeting, then let’s do it properly. I’ll be there.”
The group went silent for a split second. Then chaos erupted again—accusations, threats, insults flying from every corner.
Debby didn’t care.
For the first time, she felt a strange calm.
Because whether it was lunch or war, she had made her choice.
She was going.
And she was ready to face whatever waited at that table.
🔥 Cliffhanger – Chapter 5
Debby has decided to show up. The invites are selective, suspicions are running high, and the bride is still dropping bombs. But when these women meet in person, will it be reconciliation—or destruction?
Question:
If you were Debby, would you go to that meeting—or sit it out and watch the chaos from your phone?
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📌 Missed the Beginning? Start Here:
- 👉 Chapter 1: The Morning After
- 👉 Chapter 2: The Group Explodes
- 👉 Chapter 3: The Bride Strikes Back
- 👉 Chapter 4: Lunch or War?
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