“I don’t know yet.”
For the first time since they met, Amara looked at him like a stranger.
And over the next few days, things became worse.
Much worse.
Her calls grew shorter.
Her affection became forced.
The woman who once begged to spend every evening beside him suddenly became “busy” almost every night.
Then one evening, while Lagos glittered outside the mansion windows, Obinna walked downstairs unexpectedly—
and froze.
Amara was sitting with her friend in the living room.
They hadn’t noticed him yet.
“She’s still staying?” the friend whispered.
Amara rolled her eyes.
“Relax. Once the wedding is canceled, I’m leaving.”
Obinna stopped breathing.
Then Amara laughed softly and added the sentence that shattered whatever hope remained inside him.
“I didn’t sign up to struggle with anybody.”
