Rehema has longed for a spouse for years. A decent dude. A quiet house. a legitimate union. By 33, however, she was worn out. I’m sick of discussing phases. I’m sick of heartache. I’m sick of prayers that keep coming back. She thus answered yes when Daniel entered her life, since he was mature. Although he was not flawless, he was deliberate.
Two months later, he met her parents. They started organising their wedding. At last, she began purchasing the gowns, cooking pots, and bed linens she had always dreamed about. However, Rehema started to notice odd occurrences as the wedding day drew closer. I would be sweating when I woke up. My bed linens would get soggy. And in the nightmares, a guy in black robes would invariably remark, “You’re mine.” Don’t risk it. She initially wrote it off as wedding-related stress. Her health then altered, though. To read more click here.
