Tola and I had agreed to meet at the restaurant, and as I walked towards the table, my mind was filled with a flurry of thoughts. It had been such a long time since we had sat down together and had those carefree conversations we used to have. We would forget about the world, talk about our days after school, share stories about our families, and joke about everything that bothered us. I missed those moments dearly. Tola had left South Africa a few years ago to return home to Nigeria and take care of her sick father. Now she was back, and I was excited to catch up with her and share the news of my children's birth. However, I never expected to see the changes in my friend. She used to be a good girl, someone who followed her mother's guidance, focused on her studies to secure a good job, and never relied on anyone else. But now, it seemed like she was dependent on a wealthy older man, living under his rules, and doing everything he told her to do, well, to some extent. "Hello, Sam. I

Ronald…. As I entered the room, my eyes fell on Tola, and a shock wave washed over me. I had seen her before, but I couldn't comprehend why she was in my house. Memories of our shared history flooded my mind, a history I had desperately tried to bury and forget. It was a place I didn't want to revisit for fear that it would reopen old wounds and shatter the fragile peace we had managed to find. Going back there could destroy us both, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing the one person who truly mattered to me, Dee. Tola and I had a complicated past filled with love, betrayal, and heartache. We had once been inseparable, bound together by a deep friendship and an unbreakable connection. But circumstances had driven us apart, leading us down separate paths and leaving us with scars that refused to fade. Seeing Tola sitting there brought back a flood of emotions. It reminded me of the pain we inflicted upon each other, our mistakes, and the consequences we had to face. It was a ti

Divine and I were sitting in our spacious living room, snuggled up together, watching movies and enjoying some snacks and wine. But I could sense that something was off with Ronald. Physically, he was right beside me, but mentally, he seemed distant, lost in his own thoughts. It was clear that he was preoccupied with something. I couldn't help but notice the unease in his eyes. We had always been open and honest with each other, so I could tell when he was hiding something. The air felt heavy with unspoken words, and it was starting to affect the atmosphere between us. I knew that whatever was bothering him, it was important for our relationship that he shared it with me. As I rested my head on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, I knew it was time for him to speak up. I wanted to be his wife, to share a future with him, but that required complete trust and transparency. I couldn't bear the thought of building our marriage on a foundation of secrets. Ronald needed

Buzz, buzz, buzz. My alarm jolts me awake, and I groggily reach out to switch it off. Finally, silence fills the room, and I slowly rise, preparing myself for another day at work. It's been a challenging week since Ronald and I last spoke. I've spent this time in deep contemplation, reflecting on our relationship and what truly matters to me. Despite the pain and confusion, it has been a valuable period of self-discovery, helping me make important decisions regarding our future together. "Tim, please ensure my office is ready. I'll be returning to work today," I leave a message for my assistant before stepping into the shower. Once I finish bathing, I make my way to the closet, selecting a simple and comfortable outfit. I opt for skinny black jeans, a white Adidas golf t-shirt, and white Air Force sneakers. I've always been one to embrace simplicity, and my work attire reflects my down-to-earth nature. I don't dress to impress; I dress for comfort, allowing my true self to shine thr

Later on that day.....   Divine used the address she was given by Tola the day they were together and went there to see her. She thought it was a better idea to go see Tola and hear what the horse has to say. She has every right to do that. She has not heard from her friend. She has to worry and question things. Even if they do fight at times, they will always from something special towards each other's love.   When she gets to the area, the is a young black couple who is enjoying while sitting outside drinking some lemonade. For a second, she thought it was Tola and her boyfriend.   She nicely packs her car though the driveway and go straight to the couple.   "Good sir, and your wife." She whispers with her low voice.  Questions are running in her heard.   "Good Day to you too. Take a seat." The man with a deep voice says with a smile on his face. He sure looks friendly.&nb