Cheaters Club Part 2 Complete Hausa Novel

She stumbled along as if possessed by spirits, her heart pounding with a frenzied, desperate rhythm that felt as though it would burst right out of her chest.

She dragged her bare feet across the rough ground without caring where she stepped, moving in a state of utter helplessness and emotional collapse—a feeling of raw vulnerability unlike anything she had ever experienced in her life.

The echo of Meenal’s voice and her sharp words kept replaying endlessly in her head, searing through her heart like burning embers poured over her skin.

She drifted toward the main road, completely oblivious to her own destination. It felt as if the wind itself were dragging her along—moving erratically, though not in a hurry.

She felt as if her brain had completely shut down and ceased to function. She kept closing and opening her eyes, but her vision remained blurred and dark.

She was merely moving through the motions; everything inside her had ground to a absolute halt. A stream of scorching tears poured endlessly down her face, leaving her unable to draw a proper breath, let alone gather a single coherent thought.

Her bare, trembling feet kept catching against each other as she pressed forward aimlessly, until she had put a considerable distance between herself and the neighborhood.

Panicked hysteria began to set in when she noticed people's eyes shifting toward her...

Some stared intently, trying to confirm if it was truly her wandering the streets barefoot so early in the morning, her eyes heavy with tears. Her story involving Zach had gone viral across social media just the previous day; those waiting for an opportunity to drag her had spared no mercy, while others laid all the blame squarely on Zach.

Between yesterday and this morning, every single one of her social media pages had been flooded with relentless noise.

Turning swiftly before anyone could approach, she bolted forward like someone stung by a wasp and flagged down an oncoming commercial rider.

The moment he pulled over, she scrambled onto the bike without hesitation, not even telling him where she was headed. They sped off into the distance.

Before they had even gone far, the rider kept asking where she was going, but met only silence. Consumed by a deep, suffocating state of shock, she didn't hear a word he said, even as they traveled further down the road.

The rider reluctantly slowed his pace upon hearing her gasping for breath, sounding as though she were on the brink of collapse. She desperately wanted to burst into tears, but the heavy tightness in her chest choked her voice before it could escape.

Deeply concerned, the rider asked, "Madam, you never talk o, where I wan drop you? Madam, you sure say you okay?" He repeated himself nearly three times before she finally managed to choke out the name of the neighborhood—Banana Island, where Jasmine lived.

Though they weren't far from the area, the journey felt like an eternity. In those few passing seconds, the crushing weight of her entire life's distress unravelled her mind, leaving her completely exhausted, weak, and trembling. Unimaginable grief and heartbreak had rendered every limb in her body entirely numb.

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