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Phillip noticed Donovan’s tense demeanor and leaned in. "You can't keep going like this. Do something."Donovan nodded, his eyes still fixed on Boma. "You're right. Call the waiter."Moments later, a waiter approached their table. Donovan leaned in, speaking quietly but firmly. The waiter nodded and hurried off. Across the room, Boma and her friends were in the midst of their revelry when the waiter appeared at their table, carrying a tray with drinks."Compliments of the gentleman in the VIP section," the waiter announced, setting the drinks down.The girls exchanged excited glances. "Who is it from?" Queen asked eagerly.The waiter turned to Boma. "From your husband, ma'am."The thrill of the moment quickly evaporated for Boma, replaced by a sinking feeling in her stomach. The waiter then handed her a folded note. She recognized the handwriting immediately—it was just like the first time she met Donovan."It's D. Meet me. Section one of the VIP section. Now."Boma's heart raced as s
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Boma took a moment to collect herself after Donovan left. Her heart felt heavy, but she knew she had to get back to her friends. The party no longer held any appeal. She just wanted to be alone.She composed herself as best as she could and made her way back to her friends. The moment she reached the table, they noticed the change in her demeanor."Boma, are you okay?" Hilda asked, concern evident in her eyes.Boma tried to force a smile, but it quickly faltered. "I just want to go home," she said quietly.Queen frowned. "What happened? We saw Donovan and his people leave. Is everything alright?"Boma nodded slightly, unable to meet their eyes. "There's trouble, but I don't want to talk about it right now. I just need to be alone."The girls exchanged worried glances but respected her wish. "Of course," Hilda said gently. "We'll get you home.""We're here for you, Boma," Queen added. "If you need to talk or anything, just let us know."Boma managed a small nod. "Thank you."They quick
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Moments after her call with Fidelis, Boma's phone rang again. It was Queen. She answered, her voice still thick with anger and tears, especially over what had happened that morning before her call with Fidelis. She and Hilda had already fallen out, leaving her broken, yet angry. It was perhaps why she had also lashed out at Fidelis."Boma, what did you tell Fidelis?" Queen's voice was demanding, almost trembling.Boma was indifferent. "I told him the truth. That you're a whore, you and your friends, and that you're into exam malpractice because your brains are empty."Queen was taken aback. "How can you say that? We’ve been nothing but friends to you!""Friends?" Boma scoffed. "You became my friends after learning about my connection to Donovan. You're all just gold diggers."Queen's hurt turned to anger. "You're a fool, Boma! You think you're better than everyone else just because of Donovan?"Boma's face hardened. "It's the truth. You all wanted to be close to me because Donovan is p
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The following day, Boma was with her mother as they set up the new fashion office. They were placing mannequins to display the outfits, but Boma seemed distracted.“Boma, is everything alright?” her mother asked, noticing her daughter's distraction.“I just need some rest, Mama,” Boma replied, attempting to brush off her mother's concern.That evening at dinner, Boma picked at her food, barely eating. Her parents exchanged worried glances.“Boma, are you sure nothing is wrong?” her mother asked gently.“I’m fine,” Boma insisted, though her tone was unconvincing.After dinner, her father came to her room. “Boma, what's really going on?” he asked, his voice firm but caring.Boma tried to smile. “Nothing, Papa. I'm just tired.”Her father sat down beside her. “I know you, Boma. This isn’t just about being tired. What’s troubling you?”Boma sighed, deciding to reveal part of the truth. “I feel guilty for not telling you something.”“What is it?” her father asked, concerned.“It’s about ho
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At the first sight of Donovan, Boma's stomach tightened as if something was kicking in there. She placed her hand over her stomach and gasped. Donovan studied her silently and thoughtfully. The sharp kicking disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. She let out a sigh of relief."Lose the act." He said matter of factly. "It's just me and you now. And I know you're fine. You're only pretending so you would not have to face my family, me especially."She grew indignant at first. Realizing it was a self righteous reaction, she rolled off the sheets and sat up.He took a couple of steps forward and stuck his hands in his pockets."I know that perhaps it's too much for you to face us all. So you're pretending to be sick. I too, I'm pretending to show the care expected of me, that's why I'm here. Now I'm going to sit down by your side for at least ten minutes. Once the chatter reduces, I will be back there. I came to honor your parents. And I beg you, please don't talk to me. I'm in no m
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Harry stared at her, speechless. He could not believe his ears. Donovan was letting her go? Just like that?If this was true, it would work in his favor, but he couldn’t understand it.“Boma, you’re joking?”Her expression was dire. “I’m serious.”He noticed for the first time how disturbed she looked, not her usual bright self.“Come to think of it, you don’t look so good. It’s as though you’ve been having sleepless nights. I guess it’s because of this problem?”She nodded.Her reaction told him she still loved Donovan. The realization began to tear at his heart. He had told himself not to fall into this situation with her again, but here he was.“Oh dear, I’m so sorry. Want to talk about it? We can hang out anywhere you want.”Boma considered. She really needed company, someone to talk to. All her friends avoided her, treating her like a plague. And to think they were the ones who wronged her. They should be apologizing, but now they all ganged up against her. She was so disappointed
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Donovan’s apartment buzzed with the lively energy of his friends, all gathered to celebrate the close of the first semester. Seated in his favorite armchair, Donovan observed the revelry with a drink in hand. Laughter and music filled the room, but a dark cloud loomed over his heart, casting a shadow on his thoughts. Despite the vibrant energy surrounding him, he felt a profound sense of isolation.Recently, he had tried to call his parents and grandfather to break the news about the divorce. Each time he picked up the phone, his resolve crumbled under the weight of what the conversation might end. The thought of pulling the final plug on the relationship left him paralyzed.He didn't want this to be the end. Donovan's mind drifted to her. Did she really want the divorce? He shook his head, struggling to comprehend how things had come to this. Donovan had tried his best to let her do her own thing, and that wasn’t even his style. Love had changed him, leaving him adrift in unfamiliar
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Phillip returned with the security guard, and Donovan fixed him with a stern gaze, ready to interrogate him."Have you been on duty throughout your shift today?"The young man, visibly nervous under Donovan's scrutiny, stammered, "Yes... yes, Sir.""Did you see my wife today?""Yes, she... she has been here all day, but...""But?" Donovan's voice was edged with impatience."She... I know she left with a friend some time ago.""What friend?""She told me she would be back very late as she was attending a party."Donovan frowned. His initial assumption was that his wife had gone out with her usual group of friends, but the guard's singular "friend" indicated otherwise. Perhaps it was Hilda?"What friend?" he demanded. "Guy? Girl?""I can't really tell," the guard replied, looking more confused."What do you mean by that?" Donovan growled, stepping closer, his frustration mounting.The guard stepped back, fear evident in his eyes. He stared blankly at Donovan, unsure of how to respond.P
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