By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
Michael held back the threatening tears. This was his
first time of being so weak. He didn’t blame Felix at all. It wasn’t his fault,
but whose fault? How could he possibly give up on Chioma? It wasn’t something
he would come out and easily declare to everyone. Chioma was now a part of his
life. He couldn’t live without her.
‘If this is a
misunderstanding, then we will release a statement to clear it up, we don’t have
to make a fuss over it.’
‘Michael,
this is story of the heart. I don’t think it will be that easy.’ Felix glanced
at Michael. ‘You had a hidden relationship with her, and it is made open even
before it was announced…we will talk about this later. For now, I don’t think
that I am in the mood for it.’
‘I could give up on anything but not Chioma.’
As Felix was about to exit the
office, he stopped. Turning back to look at Michael, ‘We will let destiny
decide for us.’ He turned around and left the office.
Michael glanced at the
untouched coffee and didn’t have the appetite to drink it.
At
this same moment at Star Restaurant, Chioma was about pushing the entrance door
to head out to receive a call from Michael since the network was bad, but as
soon as she stepped out from the door, a bunch of male and female folks who
were supposedly Jessica’s fans ran over to her, lashing out insults to her.
‘Chioma
Chima, what kind of woman are you? Didn’t your mother teach you to respect your
womanhood? How could you cheat two mighty
men at the same time?’
Chioma
knew these people were here to cause trouble, so she immediately said, ‘Sorry,
I didn’t mean for you to misunderstand my person.’
‘It was
obvious that you cheated on these two men for your own benefit! Unfortunately
for you, Jessica was quick to catch your motives.’
The
people were sparking up speculation among passers-by and customers at the restaurant
as they crowded around curiously. In just a few minutes about hundreds of
people gathered around her.
‘Madam
Patricia will never accept you for her son neither will Madam Isabelle accept
you for her son. Who will accept a cheap whore like you? Of course, no one.’
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