CHAPTER EIGHTEEN — WEEKEND GETAWAYSaturday morning arrived with a rare sense of freedom. Yara had cleared her schedule, and Jamal had promised a weekend without work—no meetings, no calls, just the two of them.“Pack light,” he had said with a grin. “Adventure awaits.”She laughed, shaking her head. “You make it sound so dramatic.”“I promise, it’ll be worth it,” he replied.By mid-morning, they were on the road, driving out of Lagos toward a quiet coastal town Jamal had discovered years ago. The ride was filled with laughter, music, and easy conversation—an unusual luxury for both of them.Upon arrival, the town felt like a different world: soft sand underfoot, gentle waves lapping at the shore, and a quiet charm that made Yara forget about deadlines, meetings, and worries.They settled into a small beachfront cabin, the kind where mornings started with the smell of the ocean and evenings ended with the sound of the waves.After unpacking, Jamal suggested a walk along the beach. Yar
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