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Joseph's POV."Wow! That was a rude way to speak to us!" Danna yelled, but Amaka didn't glance back as she walked away with Jason in her arms, who waved goodbye to me."It's fine, sister. She is just angry with me," I looked back at Danna and her friend and smiled."Why is she still being cold to you? I honestly do not like how she is behaving rudely. And I honestly think that you should move on and forget about her and her son," Danna said, taking me by surprise, and I laughed and looked at her."I cannot believe that you are saying this to me, Danna. Weren't you the one who was clamoring for me to marry Amaka and unite with my son? And now, you're telling me that I should forget about them?" I queried my sister, and she sighed."I was. But she is still cold to all of us and even you. So it's a waste. Anyway, meet my friend, Clara Martin. She is Jason's class teacher in school," Danna introduced me to her friend, who smiled."It's nice to meet you, Ms. Martin," I told her, and she gr

Amaka's POV "Can we get going, please?" Joseph asked me, and I peered at his face and replied, "Alright."I took out my phone and contacted the Uber driver, and I apologized to him. "Hello, sir. I won't be able to go with you again. As I already cancelled the trip. Can I make a refund to you?""It's alright, Madam. You don't have to worry about the payment," the Uber driver said. I marched to get into the back seat of Joseph's car.I saw Joseph smiling, but I rolled my eyes and looked away."Mommy," Jason smiled at me from the front passenger seat, as he was happy to be sitting in the front seat beside Joseph.The car was filled with Joseph's cologne, and I sat in a tight corner, trying to do some breathing exercises to distract my nose from his intoxicating scent."Can you unlock the car windows?" I asked Joseph, after seeing that the car was an automatic."Anything for you," Joseph replied with a calm voice, but I didn't bother to correct him, since he had unlocked the car windows.

Amaka's POV: "Amaka, I am not asking you to forgive Joseph. But you know that he is my best friend, and I know Joseph well. These days, I think he is more affected by seeing you again, and you should give him a chance at least, a second chance to prove his worth again." Ethan kept his face focused on the road as he drove his black SUV away. I sighed, still not responding to his advice. "It's well," Ethan muttered as he drove back to the island where my rented apartment was. "Are you bothered that Joseph would want to fight with you if he is so serious about his new-found feeling for me?" I queried Ethan, and he laughed aloud. "He is already fighting me, and he hadn't hung out with me since you showed up in our lives. Honestly, I sometimes wished that I had met you before Joseph did. He doesn't deserve you, at least. Let me be honest. You are too decent for a bad boy like him. So, I cannot blame you for the decision that your heart desires." "Mmm," I was silent as I knew that

Joseph's POVI came out of my house not expecting to see Amaka here, yelling for me to bring our son out. I knew that I had not signed the child's custody agreement with her. "Hey, big brother. My friend and I came back because she has something to discuss with you," Danna said as she quickly moved away from her white car with her best friend. "Danna, I did not invite you here, and you can tell me whatever your friend has to say to me over a phone call," I told my younger sister as I was pissed off seeing her. I knew that she doesn't like Amaka again, and maybe because she wants to introduce her friend to me, but I do not want her. "I know, Mr. Joseph. Only that your son hasn't caught up with his studies. So Danna and I suggested that I can be his extra school teacher," Clara immediately chipped in, and I looked at her face in shock. "My son's school teacher? Well, I am aware that he is going to school, but he was sick, so you do not have to worry about coming to teach him," I sa

Amaka's POV "Mom, is tomorrow really my Dad's birthday?" My son asked me as I set up his dinner at the dining table. What kind of brain does Jason have? He pays attention to even the things that I do not expect him to care about. Also, he asked me reasonable questions since he learned to talk. And additionally, he became more of a talkative since he met his Dad. "Jason, I do not know. Your father was here. Why didn't you ask him or stay with him?" I looked away from my son's face as I served him his jollof rice to eat. "But Mom, Dad has been nice to us. Why do you not want to talk to him and be his friend? Dad said that he is sorry, and he will not hurt you again," Jason said as he looked at me thoughtfully. "Do you believe your Daddy?" I asked my son before we resumed eating. "Yes. I believe Daddy," Jason replied, and I sighed. "It's okay to believe your dad, but I do not want to be his friend or believe him again. He lied to me, and I haven't forgotten what he did. So I will