I stood there, looking from face to face, flabbergasted to say the least.
“I had nothing to do with this,” I said with widened eyes.
“We all saw the way you yelled at him when everyone was dancing,” Juliet said, her voice low. I looked at her. It sounded like she was accusing me.
“That doesn’t mean anything,” I said. I looked her straight in the eyes. I was seeing anger there. What?
“He spilled drink on me. Was I to give him a hug for it?”
“You have always shown your hate for him,” Juliet continued. “Did he do something to you?”
“What are you insinuating, Juliet?” I asked her, allowing the anger show in my voice. I couldn’t believe that Juliet was accusing me directly, in front of all these people.
“You can tell me. Was it a mistake?” she asked taking a step towards me.
“That’s enough, Juliet,” Kunle spoke up. I glanced at him and saw the frown on his face. He was the only one not looking at me suspiciously.
“Gift was with me the whole time,” he said.
“How could she have been with you the whole time? Are you not meat to be with your wife to be?” Juliet’s aunt said, annoyed. The anger in Juliet’s eyes deepened. What was up with her?
“Juliet had excused herself to pick something from the room,” Kunle explained further. “And I saw Gift walking towards the balcony.”
“Do you know where she was and what she did before then?” Juliet’s aunt spat at him. “Someone just confirmed that she heard her threaten the poor boy and you are putting your mouth in something you know nothing about?”
“I swear,” I said. “I don’t know anything about this. Yes we argued because he followed me to the toilet. Yes I said all that but I left him standing here.”
I turned to Juliet. “Tell them I am not like that.” She remained mute, just staring at me. “Juliet.”
“Why did you hate him?” she asked.
I was taken aback. I couldn’t deny that I hated Mark. I hated him with every fibre in my body but I couldn’t reveal what he had done to me all those years, in front of all these people. I remained mute.
“You are not talking, abi?” her aunt said. “Probably you will talk to the police when they get here.” She was tapping on her phone in a flash.
“Aunt -” Kunle began.
“You shut up!” she snapped at him, raising the phone to her ear.
I was looking at Juliet who marched my gaze evenly.
“Juliet, stop aunt. It’s probably a misunderstanding,” Kunle pleaded with Juliet. She turned to look him with distaste. “She’s your friend that you love so much.”
Juliet turned to look at me. “Not anymore.”
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