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The company end-of-year party was in full swing — laughter, clinking glasses, and colorful lights around the luxurious garden. I was balancing a plate of food when my 4-year-old son, Timi, suddenly froze. He pointed a tiny finger across the room at Mrs. Adeola, the elegant wife of my husband’s boss.
“That’s the lady who bites, Mommy,” he said loudly, his voice carrying over the music.
The chatter around us died down. Mrs. Adeola turned, her perfect smile faltering for a split second. My husband, Kunle, looked like he had seen a ghost.
I laughed nervously, scooping Timi up. “Sweetheart, that’s not nice. We don’t say things like.See the video & full news here.
