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Chapter Eight-Four
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Rich Love Chapter Eighty-Eight
Carolyn’s POVThe first two weeks of the holiday passed by like a whisper—quiet, warm, unremarkable. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t waking up to exams or secrets or whispers behind my back. I spent most mornings on the balcony with a cup of tea, letting the sun warm my skin. The quiet helped. It helped me forget, even briefly, how broken things had become.I hadn’t heard from J.J.I told myself that was a good thing.George texted once or twice, casual things—memes, harmless updates—but I kept my responses brief. After that night at the restaurant, I realized how thin the line was between comfort and complication. I needed distance.And then, one late evening, my phone buzzed with a message from Julius.Julius: Hey, I need a favor. Can you meet me at the IBB mall? I’m short on something for a payment. Won’t take long. Car park. Basement level.I blinked at the message.I hadn’t seen Julius much lately. When I wake up, I don't set my eyes on him, and anytime I a
Rich Love Chapter Eighty-Seven
J.J.'s POVI hadn’t moved in for over an hour. The hurt I was feeling in my heart made me feel numb and sick to my stomach. I did not know what to do about it, but to feel the pain and endure it.The T-shirt I’d thrown on when I got home still clung to my skin like a second layer of regret. I sat on the edge of my bed, elbows on knees, head hung low. The room was dim, just a single lamp casting shadows across the floor. Everything felt muted, like the world was happening somewhere else, and I was stuck in a space between memory and madness.The drive home from La Maison had been silent. Julius didn’t speak, and I didn’t want him to. I didn’t want to hear sympathy. I didn’t want to be calm. I didn’t want a reason. I just wanted it to stop hurting.Carolyn.With George.Laughing like I never existed.That image—her eyes lighting up, her lips parting into a smile as George leaned in—was burned into the back of my mind. I couldn’t blink without seeing it. Couldn’t breathe without tasting
Rich Love Chapter Eighty-Six
Carolyn's POVThe car ride home was quiet, but not uncomfortable.George kept one hand on the wheel and the other lazily draped over the console. The windows were down slightly, letting in a breeze that carried the soft scent of rain on warm tarmac. Streetlights cast soft gold patterns over the dashboard. For the first time in weeks, I felt something close to stillness.“I had a good time,” I said, glancing sideways at him.He smiled, eyes on the road. “Me too. You deserved it.”I nodded. “Thanks for tonight. It was... really nice.”We drove in silence for a few more blocks, soft music playing low from the speakers. I rested my head slightly against the seat and stared at the night outside—the way people moved in slow snapshots beneath neon lights. I wished I could pause right there, freeze that sense of ease and put it somewhere safe. Away from everything else. Away from J.J.George pulled into the driveway of Auntie Pat’s mansion. The headlights cast a slow, fading beam across the f
Rich Love Chapter Eighty-Five
J.J.'s POVI wasn’t supposed to leave the hospital yet.The doctor had made that clear, over and over again. Something about needing to monitor my heart rate, keep me under observation, and watch for complications.But I couldn’t stay there.Not with the fluorescent lights. Not with the smell of disinfectant. And not with the memory of Carolyn’s voice echoing in my ears—I don’t want anything to do with you.So I signed the forms, ignored the warnings, and walked out of the hospital just past noon, sunglasses on, hoodie up.The air outside felt like a slap—too bright, too loud. My body was sluggish. My head was still pounding. But the ache in my chest was louder than everything.I called Julius.“Bro,” I said, “I need to get out. I need real food.”There was a pause on the line. “Are you even allowed to leave?”“No. But I did.” I had texted Julius earlier after her had messaged me about my whereabouts, I told him I had caught a cold and was in the hospital. I possibly and definitely ca
Rich Love Chapter Eight-Four
Carolyn's POVI sat in the examination hall with my pen clutched so tight in my hand that my knuckles turned white. The ticking of the wall clock was a steady reminder that time was moving, even if I felt stuck in a moment that refused to let me go.The essay question was staring at me.“Discuss the significance of Nigerian Literature in the evolution of Nigeria’s entertainment structure.”I knew the answer. I had read it. Highlighted it. Recited it to myself while pacing my bedroom floor. But all I could think about was last night.J.J.Collapsed in that room at the club.Whiskey glass half-full.His voice, weak and slurred, barely getting my name out before blacking out.The hospital bed. The machines. His face.The note I left him.I swallowed hard and forced my hand to move. I wrote the first paragraph in autopilot. My handwriting was neat, robotic. But my head was somewhere else entirely.Why was he doing coke?What had broken inside him so badly that he couldn’t survive the week
Rich Love Chapter Eighty-Three
J.J.'s POVThe morning after the overdose felt like waking from a war I didn’t remember fighting. My head pounded like someone was playing drums inside my skull. My mouth was dry. The room smelled like antiseptic, and there was an IV stuck into my arm like a quiet punishment.I blinked against the harsh white light spilling through the half-open blinds. My body ached. My limbs were heavy. For a few seconds, I didn’t even remember where I was.And then it hit me.The club.The powder.The curtain pulling open.Carolyn.I turned my head slowly and scanned the room.Empty.No nurses. No visitors. No her.Just silence.I sat up slowly, wincing at the tight pull in my ribs. My throat was raw. I glanced at the bedside table and saw a folded piece of paper with my name scribbled in familiar handwriting.I reached for it with shaking fingers.J.J.I waited as long as I could. You were asleep all night.The doctors said you’ll be okay.I’m glad.What I did for you last night—getting you here,
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