"Alhamdulillah, since you've realized it's a mistake, and you're a good friend to Majeederh," she said, apologizing further before entering the bedroom where Majeederh was sitting. Majeederh was holding Baby Khalil, her eyes fixed on him. She smiled and said, "The new mother." Majeederh didn't respond. Latifa began to console Majeederh, just as she had consoled the others, even shedding tears. Seeing that Majeederh remained silent, Latifa said, "Please, Bestie, let bygones be bygones; it was the devil's doing." Majeederh slowly closed her eyes and said, "No problem." She felt in her heart that it must have been the devil's influence, especially since she trusted Latifa as a true friend, a rare find, especially considering that her husband had given her the opportunity to marry him. She closed her eyes again, her mind troubled by two things: the situation that had overwhelmed her and taken her away from her father's house, surrendering her to the world, which disturbed her more than anything. When she thought about how the little boy she raised had tarnished her dignity, her heart felt heavy, and she found no joy in the world. She wished for death, but it seemed as if she had now signed a pact with life. While they were in the bedroom, the others, including Anti, were in the living room, waiting for Abuturab to come and take his wife... She sat in a position resembling sujood, with a red veil over her. The man before her said, "You are cursed, you are evil. What brought you here now after the condition I gave you?" She lowered her head, avoiding eye contact with the man due to his frightful appearance. Smoke seemed to emanate from his mouth as she said, "As you know, my initial visit to you was about my best friend, my right hand. I don't need any of her progress because I realized she surpasses me in everything worldly. She has beauty, and even from a young age, she has always been popular despite not showing her face. This is why I sought to undermine her popularity. Her family loves her, and she protects her dignity. She surpasses me in knowledge, far beyond, to the point of winning the international Quran competition. I made her a loose woman in front of men. I didn't know she was pregnant until you pointed it out to me. When I returned home after leaving here, I spent two hundred thousand naira on medicine that would make her bleed to prevent her from realizing, and you continued your work by making her bleed every month. You used the jinn to calm her body and to disrupt the pregnancy even though it was healthy. You prevented doctors from detecting Majeederh's pregnancy; every test showed she's good...." The man interrupted, "Wretched cursed woman, do you think you can speak English here, or should I turn you into ash or a goat?" Trembling, she apologized profusely and said, "And I increased her affection for Abraham so much that she gave herself to him. Don't forget, before the work could progress, I had to abort my own pregnancies countless times. You made me start sleeping with other women, my sisters, all in the effort to destroy Majeederh's life. You told me to have my husband marry her so I could enjoy the pleasure of ruining her life. You..."