My master’s daughter accused me of being responsible for her pregnancy.
This was one of the most interesting accusations ever since I moved into my master’s house as an apprentice.
As a matter of fact, this accusation was not coming from just any random person in the house.
It was coming from Amarachi.
Chief Donatus’s favorite daughter.
Now, when I say favorite, understand exactly what that means.
Out of all six daughters in that household, Amarachi occupied a special place in her father’s heart.
She was adored. She was Cherished.
So when she pointed her fingers at me, it was not an ordinary accusation people could casually dismiss.
To make matters even worse, she did not merely claim that I was just responsible.
No.
She wrapped the entire story around something far more complicated.
She accused me of f0rcing myself on herr.
That was the height of it all.
That was the emotional strategy she used to strengthen her claim.
The moment my ears caught those words, genuine shock ran through my body.
For a brief second, it felt like the entire room shifted around me.
And to Chief Donatus, it was almost impossible to believe his daughter could lie about something so serious.
It was like the voice of an innocent child speaking painful truth.
Chief Donatus trusted her deeply.
So In that situation, her words sounded almost unquestionable.
That evening, standing before my master in the presence of everyone gathered in the sitting room, I was asked If the accusation was true.
Even though I was wrapped in bewilderment, I did something that not even many guilty men would dare to do under such pressure.
I admitted to it.
Yes.
I said a bold and direct YES.
I openly admitted before everyone that I was responsible.
Honestly, the confidence and audacity with which I made that admission needed to be studied.
Because in a room filled with tension, anger, disappointment, and disbelief, I confessed without hesitation.
And that singular confession changed everything instantly.
My confession cemented Amarachi’s story completely.
Based on the level of trust Chief Donatus had for me, there was a tiny seed of doubt hidden somewhere deep inside him.
But the moment I admitted to the accusation, that doubt died immediately.
The atmosphere in the sitting room changed at once.
The tension became heavier.
More emotional.
More hostile.
“Bia this boy!” my master’s eldest daughter suddenly shouted as she sprang to her feet.
Her anger was immediate and intense.
“You’re very stup!d!”
She marched toward where I stood, pointing angrily at me.
“How dare you?” she yelled. “Are you this shameless?”
I remained calm.
“This is my younger sister we’re talking about here!” she continued bitterly. “You mean to tell me there was nobody else outside for you to chase after?”
Still, I maintained my composure.
Her voice began shaking with frustration.
“Why have you allowed the dev!l to use you like this?” she cried. “Do you even realize Amarachi has a scholarship to study abroad? She is supposed to travel to Canada next month, but now look at this!”
Her words trailed off under the weight of disappointment.
Then she turned toward her parents in frustration.
“Dad? Mum? Why are both of you sitting quietly? We’re talking about Amarachi’s future here!”
Impatience had fully taken over her emotions.
“Let’s be realistic for once,” she continued emotionally. “I can’t even imagine the kind of trauma Amarachi has been living with ever since this happened. If not for this visible outcome, I don’t think any of us would have known such w!ckedness took place.”
Surprisingly, her mother who had been aggressive from the very beginning— had suddenly became quieter after hearing me confess.
It was crystal clear, my admission shocked even her.
