Every meeting between them was tense. Every silence carried years inside it. Every glance felt like old history pressing against the present.
Then Chidi began noticing things.
He noticed how tired she looked in the mornings. He noticed how often she rubbed her wrists when she thought nobody was looking. He noticed that she sometimes left the office only to return hours later with that same strained face, as if one job was flowing straight into another.
It did not take long for him to understand the truth.
She was working multiple jobs.
One night, after leaving his office later than usual, he saw her outside by chance. She was hurrying through the wet street, exhausted, clearly trying to get somewhere else.
Then her foot slipped.
She fell hard.
By the time he reached her, she was trying to stand as if nothing had happened.
“Leave it,” she said quickly, embarrassed.
But Chidi had already seen the bruise forming and the skin scraped at her palm.
He looked at her for a moment, fighting himself. Then he said, “Get in.”
She wanted to refuse, but she was too tired and too hurt.
He took her to his house.
That night was quiet in a way that made both of them uncomfortable.
He brought out a small first-aid box and cleaned her bruises with careful hands. His face stayed stern, but his touch was gentle. Imani watched him without understanding what she was feeling.
Then she noticed small things. He still had the same hand cream brand she used years ago. When he handed her a drink, it was the same one he used to buy when he wanted to calm her down. And even through all the anger in him, he still watched her with that same deep, unreadable look.
For one dangerous moment, Imani wondered if his coldness was not the whole truth.
But she pushed the thought away.
Too much time had passed. He had moved on. She had seen Nora with him. As far as she knew, Nora was the woman in his life now.
What Imani did not know was that the truth was far less simple.
Nora and Chidi were not truly together. Their closeness was only a public arrangement. It protected his image, kept curious women away, and gave him a clean answer whenever people asked about his personal life.
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