This season’s been quite a ride, hasn’t it? From Natalie’s entanglement with Marty Amegbo to Elias and Akyaa’s relationship souring somewhat, we’ve seen a lot. Some questions have been answered, but newer ones have definitely popped up. For now, the main question is: what’s gonna happen to Marty and Natalie now that Mrs. Amegbo knows what’s happening?

Let’s find out now!

The evening air was thick with tension as Elias pushed open the gate to Horez House, his steps slower than usual. It had been a busy day; not too much craziness at the court that day.

However, the confusion and anxiety in his heart from the events of the past few days continued to hang over him like a dark cloud. He wasn’t sure how to feel about his confrontation with Akyaa. It had left him a bit hollow, and suddenly he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had made a mess of things. Upon further reflection, it felt like his actions were rather cowardly, as he didn’t speak to her directly on the matter.

As to how he would solve that, he didn’t know, but he would have to work on that another time.

As he approached the stairs, he heard a voice ring out his name in a sharp tone.

“Elias.”

He froze mid-step and looked up.

Sure enough, Akyaa was standing there, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her expression matched the sharpness of her voice. “Come here. We need to talk,” she ordered simply.

Looked like he was going to have to deal with it sooner than he expected.

He sighed inwardly, already bracing himself for whatever was coming as he walked over. “Akyaa, I–”

“No,” she interrupted, her tone extremely icy. “Please. You don’t get to start. I’ve been waiting for days for you to explain yourself, but nothing. Absolutely nothing. So please, I’m the one doing the talking. And you’re going to listen.”

Elias swallowed hard, nodding slowly. He had not seen Akyaa this annoyed before; not even the tomfoolery of Felix had put her in such a sour mood.

“Better. Now, let me get one thing straight: I am not happy with your behaviour these past few days. It has been childish, it has been immature, and it has been downright silly. Because of something you heard, you decided to ignore me and give me the silent treatment? What did you think that would accomplish? Huh? Anaa you thought I’d suddenly break up with my boyfriend or what?”

He opened his mouth to respond, but she raised a hand, silencing him. “Don’t. Don’t speak. I’m not done.”

Her voice softened slightly, but the hurt in her eyes was as clear as could be. “Elias, I considered you a friend. And a good one at that. I mean, I enjoyed spending time with you, talking with you. I thought we had a connection, but I always saw it as a platonic one. I had no idea you were feeling anything else, and for you to start acting like I’m the bad guy for not magically knowing… it’s extremely insulting. Extremely insulting.”

“Akyaa, I didn’t mean—”

“Let me finish, Elias!” she interjected. “You made me feel like I did something wrong, as if I led you on or something. But I didn’t. I never once expressed interest, did I? You sat there, assumed that there was something that wasn’t there, and instead of handling it like an adult, you shut me out and then unloaded all of it on me in the middle of the compound.

“Do you know how humiliating that was? Do you have any idea how unfair it is to be blindsided by something like that? I didn’t do anything to deserve this, Elias. I don’t owe you my romantic feelings just because you decided you had them for me. I’ve not even gotten to the fact that you were listening in on my conversations with my mother. That’s another offensive thing. You can’t be listening to our convos like that. We might share this building, but still, we’re entitled to our privacy!”

Elias felt his chest tighten, guilt settling heavily in his stomach like a huge stone. Now he felt bad. “Akyaa, I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“No. Please, no!” she cut in once more. “You don’t get to just apologize and make this all about you again. This isn’t just about your feelings. It’s about how you made me feel—like a villain in a story I didn’t even know I was part of.”

She took a deep breath. “You know, I thought to an extent, you’re different. That you’re one of a kind. But nope, you’re just like so many other men, Elias. You can’t keep things simple. You can’t just be a friend. It always has to be more, doesn’t it? And when it’s not, then you lash out like this, making me the problem. No wonder they say men and women can’t be friends. Well, I’m done with it.”

Elias stood there, speechless, totally decimated by her anger and disappointment.

She then stepped back, shaking her head. “I just wanted you to know my mind. At least I know how to vocalize my hurt, unlike you. But honestly, I don’t have the energy to deal with this right now. I need space. A lot of it. So I’d really appreciate it if you just go back to that previous energy and pretend I don’t exist. I need to deal with this hurt. Please.”

With that, she turned and walked briskly to her apartment, slamming the door behind her.

Elias remained rooted in place, the echoes of her words swirling in his mind. His heart felt heavy, and his chest hollower than he first felt when he entered the compound. There were no words. None at all.

For the first time in days, he didn’t feel angry or betrayed. He just felt lost.

It felt like… he had lost his friend…

***

Sitting in an Uber, Natalie was giddy with excitement as the car made its way to Boatson Hotel. It was almost Another day at work done, another day of cheerful dispositions and happy thoughts…

… and a day of incoming premium fun with Mr. Marty Amegbo.

The thoughts of all that would go down that evening filled up her mind, and she literally couldn’t sit still. Whether it was the thrill of doing something exciting yet improper or the smooth and intoxicating way Marty worked his way into her head, she couldn’t tell. And quite honestly, she could not be bothered. What mattered was the need to fulfill that newly-sparked desire within her.

And in a few hours, it was going to be filled to the brim.

Her phone buzzed, Marty’s caller ID flashing on the screen. She quickly answered.

“Hello, Marty.”

“Hey you! Where you at?”

“I’m on my way. Just decided to do some extra work before leaving.”

“Ei, so you were in the courthouse until now?”

“Oh, naaa, abi the courthouse is locked by 5 o’clock. So I just found some internet café nearby and did some work.”

“Oh okay, good, good. Anyways, I’m already here. So I’m waiting for you.”

“Sure thing, Marty. I’m looking forward to tonight.”

He chuckled over the line. “Me too, my dear, me too. See you in a bit.”

“Sure. Bye.”

Hanging up, the butterflies in her belly went into overdrive. Everything was coming along smoothly. Surely they were going to have a wonderful evening.

“It’s gonna be a great night,” she whispered. “It’s certainly gonna be a great night.”

***

Marty stood at the front of the reception area of the Boatson Hotel, a three-star hotel, modest yet welcoming, with warm lighting and sweet floral fragrances in the air. His face was alight with excitement as he waited for his girl to arrive.

“This excitement in my belly, eh, it’s been years since I felt it,” he commented out loud. “Shows how badly I needed this. Oh, it’s gonna be a great night.”

Two minutes later, the glass doors slid open and Natalie stepped inside, looking quite cute in her formal suit. Marty’s expression instantly shifted to sheer delight.

“Natalie!” he greeted enthusiastically, stepping forward and pulling her into a hug. The embrace lingered for a while, hinting at their budding intimacy.

“Hey, Marty!” she replied, her voice tinged with anticipation. “Good to see you!”

“Same here… Oh, wow! You look amazing,” he gasped, pulling back to take her in, admiring the length of her skirt, which was right above her knees, showing off some skin. She had worn it to give him some excitement.

“Thanks,” she replied, blushing faintly. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Marty grinned. “I do my best, you know. Come on, let’s check in.”

He placed a hand gently on the small of her back as they walked to the front desk. A young woman with a polished appearance and an almost too-bright smile, eagerly watched them as they approached.

“Hello, Mr. Amegbo,” Jessica chirped. “I believe this must be Ms. Natalie.”

Natalie’s eyes turned toward Marty, who chuckled. “Yes, yes, this is Natalie. Nat, this is Jessica, and she’s been such a gem since I got here. Best service I’ve ever had at a hotel, isn’t that right, Jessica?”

“Just doing my job as I ought to, sir,” Jessica responded with a sweet smile, handing over a keycard in a discreet envelope. “You’ll be in Room 214. Enjoy your stay, and let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Jessica,” Marty nodded, taking the card and winking at her. He turned to Natalie with a playful grin. “See? I told you this place was perfect.”

Natalie nodded. “Yeah, I can see that. Thank you, Jessica!”

“You’re welcome. Have a good time!” Jessica called as they walked away, ready to have their fill of fun.

As they disappeared, however, Jessica’s cheerful expression dissolved.

Into one of stern resolve.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out her personal phone. She quickly dialled a number.

“Is it done?”

She nodded. “Yep. Room 214. Your key card is waiting for you.”

“Perfect. I’m on my way. I’ll send you your money in a few minutes.”

“Yes, madam. Thank you, madam.”

“No, thank you for doing this. Later.”

***

As Martha’s car cut through the streets of Accra, her jaw was tightly clenched, and her expression steely. Her eyes blazed over with a fury that had been simmering since she discovered Marty’s little affair with that Natalie girl.

“I gave you everything,” she muttered to herself, her voice trembling with both anger and pain. “Years of loyalty, of putting up with your excuses, of trying to be a good wife to you. And this is how you repay me? By sleeping with some piece of rubbish?”

She exhaled sharply, her knuckles whitening as she tightened her grip on the wheel and fought back the urge to cry. “I won’t be the fool you make me out to be, Marty. Not this time.”

Her mind drifted to her earlier conversation with Jessica. Initially, she had been hesitant to approach a stranger at the hotel about this situation, but desperation to teach Marty a lesson had pushed her. Thankfully, she spoke to the right person: Jessica had listened intently, her initial hesitation melting into sympathy. For a price, she had agreed to Martha’s plan. It had been quite a big figure, but she had no problem paying it.

“Thank God she was willing,” she muttered. “Every pesewa was worth it.”

As the hotel loomed into view, she slowed the car and pulled into the small parking lot.

It was time to deal with that shameless philanderer and his stupid little plaything.

***

The automatic doors slid open, and in walked Martha, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floors. Jessica, busily attending to other customers, immediately straightened when she saw her, recognizing her from the photo Martha sent her half an hour earlier.

Without a word, Jessica reached under the counter and retrieved the key card for Room 214, sliding it onto the desk with a professional and neutral look.

Martha walked by and snatched the key card, her movements brisk and purposeful. She nodded and uttered a quick, “Thank you,” to which Jessica nodded subtly, her eyes flicking toward the elevators.

“It’s on the second floor. End of the hall.”

***

The elevator doors opened and out stepped Martha out onto the second floor of the hotel, her footsteps loud and deliberate as she made her way down the corridor, the key card gripped tightly in her hand.

When she reached the door to Room 214, she paused and placed her ear against the door, eager to hear and clarify that they were there.

What greeted her ears were the sounds of naughty giggles, sloppy kisses and giddy, lust-filled statements.

“Chale, the way I’ve wanted you for so long, eh.”

“Hihi, you have me now, Marty.”

Yep, that was Marty in there, with that Natalie girl. And they were already getting down and dirty.

Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of adrenaline and righteous fury coursing through her veins.

“You think you can humiliate me, eh,” she murmured under her breath, sliding the key card into the lock. “You are mad! Trust me, you’re gonna regret this.”

The light turned green with a soft beep.

She turned the doorknob and entered.

***

“Jesus! Martha, please, I beg you, it’s not what it looks like…”

“It’s not what it looks like, eh? As you are holding her waist while she’s wearing only her bra, and you are topless, what is it again?”

“Martha, see, I dey take God Almighty beg you…”

“If you don’t shut up over there, eh…”

“Yieeeee! Awurade! Madam, please, please, I beg you…”

“Shut up! Foolish girl! You think this is a begging matter? Don’t you know this man is someone’s husband?”

“Madam, please, I beg, I wasn’t thinking straight–“

“Oh, don’t worry, okay, don’t worry. I’m here to get you to think straight.”

“Jesus! Please, Martha, don’t do this, please! I beg you–“

“Hey, hey, hey, keep quiet! Since you both have foolishness bound up in your hearts, I’m going to drive it out of you. You think you can fool me and get away with it, eh. You must be mad!”

“No, no, no, no, please, madam, ple– ajeeii! Ow! Ajei! Buei!”

“Aaarghhh! Please, Martha– Ajei! Ajei! Hei! Awurade ei!”

“Fools! Stupid fools! I will not be made to look stupid, do you hear me?”

“Aje-je-jei! Oh Awurade!”

Anyone who had their ear to the door of room 214 would hear the wails and cries of agony as an outraged Mrs. Martha Amegbo, equipped with a thick cane she had hidden in her coat, rabidly and relentlessly whipped Marty and Natalie.

It was turning out to be a great night, alright.

A greatly pain-filled night.

Kaish! She went in and whipped them? Nasty! This woman doesn’t play around, does she? That’s a pretty wild end to the season.

So what’s gonna happen with them after the lashing? Are the Smiths gonna successfully reconcile with Sodjah? What’s gonna happen with the complaint filed against Justice Paul? And will the bond between Elias and Akyaa ever be restored? All that will be answered in the final season of Coram!