Minutes had passed since Mrs. Julio had left, and Ayana, full of fraudsters, had walked to the encounter, hoping that Adam would finish his coffee fast. But that was not the case. It was like the guy was learning to drink coffee for the first time or something. Or he had some wicked plans.Ayana grew impatient and walked to him, anger radiating from one ear to the other. It was past ten already, for goodness sake, and the distance to Robby’s home was almost an hour. “I am so much behind time. Can you finish that in the car? I will take it with me and bring it back with me in the morning,” she said.Adam's expression and actions, particularly his lingering gaze and a faint hint of amusement, suggested a deliberate intention to provoke Ayana and test her patience. He seemed to be enjoying the power dynamic at play, relishing in the discomfort he was causing her.His unfazed demeanor and calm reaction to Ayana's growing impatience indicated that he was fully aware of the effect he was ha
As the Bungatti glided through the desolate streets, Ayana's mind raced with concern while Adam appeared unperturbed, as if insulated from the worries plaguing her. The dimly lit surroundings only exacerbated Ayana's apprehension, accentuating the desolation of the closed shops and sparse pedestrian traffic. Despite the city's inherent allure, Ayana found herself unable to appreciate its charms, her focus consumed by the plight of the downtrodden souls scattered along the sidewalks.As the car decelerated, Ayana found herself drawn to the downtrodden figures lining the streets, feeling an inexplicable kinship with their struggles. Though her own circumstances had not spiraled to such depths, she recognized the precariousness of their existence and empathized with their desperation. In them, she saw a reflection of what could have been her fate had she not encountered a guardian angel to rescue her from the brink of destitution.The sight of the impoverished individuals, spanning gener
As the car eased into the familiar neighborhood, Ayana's stomach churned with unease. The prospect of facing Robby after returning home so late filled her with a sense of dread. She knew him well enough to predict his reaction, especially if he somehow learned of Adam's unexpected presence. And lately, Robby seemed to be changing into someone she barely recognized.Ayana had hoped that Adam would drop her off a corner away for discretion's sake, but that wasn't Adam's style. He drove straight to the gate, the lights shining on them like a spotlight, inviting trouble.Sure enough, as they pulled up to the compound, they found Robby's figure roaming outside, his features twisted into a scowl of disapproval and rage. Ayana wasted no time. She jumped out right after the car stopped, waiting for Adam to speed off in reverse gear so she could confront the brewing storm that was approaching. But Adam remained composed, as if he were a walking promise to help her confront the world.Ayana kne
As Adam's pointed questions hung in the air, Ayana's heart sank. She hadn't realized Robby had tried calling her. A mix of guilt and frustration welled up within her as she retrieved her phone from her bag. She checked it, confirming Robby's claim of a missed call. "Sorry. I didn’t hear the phone," she murmured, feeling a knot tighten in her stomach.Robby's tone oozed with sarcasm as he responded, "Oh, yes. I was worried. Your daughter was. She waited for you until sleep swept her off, and I had to play the night nanny." Ayana's irritation rose at his mocking tone. She wasn't an infant in need of diaper changes, and she couldn't discern whether his affection for the girl was genuine or not.Ayana gritted her teeth at the mockery and sarcasm dripping from Robby's words. It felt like he was belittling her, and she couldn't stand it. Adam's intervention provided a brief reprieve as he snatched Ayana’s phone and scrutinized the call log. With a smirk, he read out the time of the call, re
Ayana dragged her dejected self inside the house, her curiosity about who was waiting for her fueling her steps. She was so tired and angry, and she was afraid that whatever waited for her inside was something more of what she had just gone through outside.Getting into the house, she met the antagonistic face of her sister, Grace, seated confidently on the sofa, like she had any right to belong there. Ayana’s pace slowed down as she walked towards her. A lot of things were playing in her mind. Like, how on earth did that witch even know their address? What business did she have with her that she had to wait for her until midnight?Wait, won’t they ever leave her in peace? She had left their oppulent home, and yet they had traced her. Where had she gotten refuge? Why, for God’s sake?“Ooh, Ayana! The never-disappointing drama queen!” Her sister mocked her, standing up the moment she noticed Ayana. They kept a safe distance from each other. “I see you are home, finally!”“That name sui
Lyana was nestled in her room, cocooned in the softness of her blankets. Peacefully. Ayana entered, her heart heavy with the weight of the evening's turmoil. As she approached Lyana's bedside, she felt a pang of guilt for being absent for most of the day. Tenderly, Ayana brushed a stray lock of hair away from Lyana's sleeping face, her eyes filled with remorse."Ooh, my sweet girl," Ayana whispered, her voice a gentle caress in the quiet room. "Mommy is so sorry, okay? I am so sorry that I wasn't here with you today. A lot caught Mommy off guard and took much of her time, but I promise, I will make it up to you."The series of events replayed as she gently leaned down to press a kiss on Lyana's forehead, her lips lingering for a moment, seeking solace in the warmth of her daughter's presence. Lyana stirred slightly in her sleep, a small smile gracing her lips as if she sensed her mother's remorse and forgave her without words.Ayana lingered by Lyana's bedside, her heart aching with t
The following morning, the tension in the house lingered like an unwelcome guest. Ayana woke up with a heavy heart, the events of the previous day weighing on her mind. She knew she needed to talk to Robby to clear the air and hopefully find some common ground amidst the chaos that seemed to surround them.As Ayana approached Robby’s room, the weight of uncertainty pressed down on her like a heavy burden. Each step felt like a journey fraught with trepidation, and her stomach knotted with apprehension. She longed to bridge the chasm that had formed between them, to mend the fractures in their relationship that had barely begun, but she couldn't ignore the sinking feeling in her gut that told her their connection was hanging by a thread. If anything, she was still feeling hurt by Robby.With every stride, Ayana replayed the events of the previous night in her mind, the sharp words exchanged between them echoing like a bitter refrain. She couldn't shake off the sense of disillusionment
Ayana's mind raced with frustration and indignation as she dressed Lyana, her daughter's innocent questions adding to her turmoil. She couldn't believe the audacity of Robby, or rather, Jerry, to treat her like a prisoner in his own home. The thought of being confined, of having her freedom restricted once again, filled Ayana with a sense of suffocation."What a man! And what an attitude!" Ayana muttered under her breath, her hands moving with practiced ease as she fastened Lyana's buttons. "For goodness sake! What does this man want? To confine me like a prisoner in his house? Freaking no! I did not just break free from one cage only to get myself right into another one."As she spoke, Ayana couldn't help but feel a surge of anger coursing through her veins. How dare Robby and Jerry try to control her life and dictate what she could and couldn't do? She refused to be confined or shackled by someone else's expectations."I don’t understand where all this nonsense fuss he is throwing i