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jupitre:
It sure was worth the wait...
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you're welcome. Two more chapters will be uploaded by 8pm

Right from the entrance, Ezinne could hear it, the hum of voices layered over one another, the steady movement of feet, the occasional burst of laughter, the low murmur of announcements over a speaker. It was louder than ever at the centre, fuller… alive in a way that made her chest tighten.

“This… this is a lot of people,” she said quietly, pausing just inside the gate. Her fingers tightened slightly around her cane. The driver had parked the car down the street because the car park was full, and to think that it was only just nearing noon.

“It is,” Dara replied beside her, a hint of awe in her voice. “Way more than what I expected.”

Ezinne let out a slow breath. For weeks, despite Mofe’s reassurances, she had prepared for this charity event, hoping for a decent turnout, praying it wouldn’t fall flat. But this… this sounded like a small crowd had turned into a full event, and it was only day one of the two-day event.

From somewhere ahead, a nurse called out, “Next patient, please!” followed by the gentle scrape of a chair being pulled out.

“Let’s move, we’re in the way,” Dara said softly, guiding her forward.

As they walked in, the sounds began to take shape around Ezinne.

To her left, she could hear the soft clink of medical tools and the rustle of paper files. Doctors and nurses moved from one patient to another, their voices calm and steady as they explained test results.

“You’ll need to come back in for a follow-up,” one doctor said. “But for now, we’ll start you on these drops.”

A few steps ahead, another section buzzed with activity. Machines beeped softly as eye tests were carried out. Patients sat patiently, some nervous, others hopeful.

“Look straight ahead… good. Now tell me if this is clearer,” a nurse instructed.

Ezinne slowed, listening carefully. The coordination… the order… everything was running smoothly.

“How many stations do we have?” she asked.

“Quite a few, it’s looking like twenty stations for the examinations,” Dara replied. “And they’re all full.”

Ezinne’s brows lifted slightly. “All of them?”

“All,” Dara confirmed, a smile creeping into her voice.
They moved further in, and the atmosphere shifted again.

This time, it wasn’t medical, it was lively, almost like a fair. Stalls had been set up in neat rows, each one manned by representatives speaking enthusiastically.

“…this device reads text aloud instantly—books, labels, even receipts…”

“…we also have audio navigation tools that sync with your phone…”

“…this one helps detect obstacles before your cane even touches them…”

Ezinne could hear the demonstration sounds: devices clicking on, voices from speakers reading text, and soft vibrations being tested. People asked questions, their curiosity clear.

“Can I try it?” someone asked eagerly.

“Of course,” came the reply. “Place it in your hand like this…”

Dara led Ezinne to a free seat in one of the air-conditioned tents that was marked for staff.

Ezinne sat down but could still feel the vibe of the event. The air carried a mix of scents … freshly printed brochures, disinfectant from the medical stations, and faintly, food from somewhere at the back. It wrapped around her, grounding her in the moment.

“This is…” she started, then paused, her voice catching slightly. “…more than I imagined.”

Dara didn’t say anything immediately. Then, softly, “Mofe surely planned for everything."

Ezinne went still for a second. She heard his voice, just outside the tent … calm, controlled, giving instructions to someone she guessed would be one of the coordinators.

“Make sure the queue flows this way. We don’t want a bottleneck near the screening area.”

“Yes, sir.”

He sounded… in his element.

She swallowed. Every detail she had worried about, the turnout, the logistics, the equipment, had been handled.

Ezinne drew in a slow breath, steadying herself.

“Where’s Azora? Can you see her” she asked. Azora had insisted on going with Mofe earlier that morning. She'd appointed herself his assistant.

“At the kids’ section,” Dara said. “They set up a small corner with interactive tools. She’s showing off like she owns the place.”

A small smile tugged at Ezinne’s lips despite herself.
“That sounds like her.”

“Excuse me for a moment, Ezinne. I need to get a bottle of water. Would you like one?” Dara asked.

“Sure,” Ezinne nodded, getting comfortable in her seat.

Not long after her friend left, a woman approached, her voice filled with gratitude. “Excuse me… I was told you're the organiser and the director of the centre?”

Ezinne turned slightly toward her voice. “Yes, I am.”

“Thank you,” the woman said, emotion thick in her tone. “I’ve never seen something like this before. My son… he’s been struggling for years. Today, for the first time, someone explained things in a way we understand.”

Ezinne’s grip on her cane tightened just a little.

“You’re welcome,” she said quietly.

The woman moved on, but her words stayed. For a moment, Ezinne just stood there, listening again to the voices, the movement, the life.

Everything she had hoped for… and more. And somewhere in the middle of it all, whether she wanted to admit it or not, was Mofe. He'd promised her he would take care of the event, and he'd kept his word.

She recalled his precise words back at the resort a few weekends back. He'd said he was there to help her carry the load. He'd talked about building with her.

At the time, she hadn't fully understood, but now it was becoming quite clear.

The holiday at the resort had been brief, but somehow, it had settled something inside her that Ezinne had not even realised was still shaking.

She had gone there determined to be guarded, determined to remember that Mofe Johnson was not a man to be trusted too easily. She had told herself, over and over again, that the sun, the water, and the laughter in Azora’s voice did not change the past. None of it erased the lies, the hurt, or the years of carrying anger like a shield pressed hard against her chest.

But then, annoyingly, painfully, beautifully, she had enjoyed herself. She'd gone on the trip reluctantly and prepared not to enjoy it, but she had.

She had enjoyed the warm sand beneath her feet and the soft rush of water around her ankles. She had enjoyed Azora’s wild excitement as she ran back and forth between the beach chairs and the shoreline, calling for Mofe to come and see every shell she found as if she had discovered treasure. She had enjoyed the way Mofe had stayed close without hovering too much, always aware of where she was, always ready to guide her when she needed help, but careful enough not to make her feel helpless.

That night, when they’d gone on that walk after dinner, and the breeze carried the smell of grilled fish, coconut, and saltwater, she had felt almost normal. Not completely healed, and not foolishly happy, but lighter, less tense, and less ready to fight.
By the time they returned to Abuja, something in her had changed, even if she did not want to admit it too loudly.

She had come back feeling rested. As if the resort had taken some of the heavy stones from her chest and left her with just enough room to breathe.

His words once again came to her … "When I look at my life, the parts that matter, the parts I want to build on... they're not with strangers on a beach. They're right here."

Now, standing in the middle of the charity event for the centre, with voices moving around her from every direction and the steady hum of activity filling the air, Ezinne could not deny that Mofe was keeping true to those words.

He had planned everything with a kind of careful attention that unsettled her because it felt too thoughtful to dismiss as a performance. Was he indeed building something .. for her .. with her?

This was the dream she had always had for the centre. Not just a place where people came because they had nowhere else to go, but a place where they could find support, hope, and practical help. A place where being visually impaired did not mean being forgotten.

And Mofe was helping to make it happen. He was starting to fit into spaces she had built without him.

He was everywhere. At the centre. At her house. In Azora’s school conversations. In staff meetings. In casual afternoon arguments about food, homework, transport, and weekend plans. He was almost always around, and somehow, he had stopped feeling like an intruder.

That was the dangerous part.

He had become one hundred per cent involved with her and Azora, not in a loud, forceful way, but in a steady way that was much harder to fight. He showed up when he said he would. He listened when Azora spoke. He remembered little things. He asked Ezinne before making decisions concerning their daughter, even when she knew he probably had strong opinions of his own.

He still had that infuriating confidence that made her want to knock him over the head with her cane some days. But he had not given her a new reason to distrust him. Not yet. And that frightened her more than if he had done something terrible.

Because if he had done something terrible, she would know what to do with it. She would be angry. She would pull away, and she would remind herself that she had been right all along.

But this version of Mofe, the patient one, the present one, the one who carried Azora’s school bag without being asked and remembered that Ezinne preferred her tea without sugar, was harder to hate. He was crashing her defences open, little by little. Not with force. With consistency, and that was far more dangerous.

“Mom! Mom!” Azora’s voice came rushing toward her before her daughter’s body did. A second later, small arms wrapped around Ezinne’s shoulders. “This place is so full. Uncle M.J said more people are still coming.”

Ezinne placed a hand on her daughter’s hair and smiled despite herself. “I can hear that. It sounds like the whole of Abuja decided to come.”

Azora laughed. “It’s because Daddy planned it that way. He's such a good planner.”

Ezinne laughed. She could tell her daughter was also happy about the turnout.

“He is, isn't he? Although he did not plan it alone,” she said gently. “A lot of people worked hard.”

“Yes, but he made it big,” Azora insisted proudly. “He said if we were going to do something, we had to do it properly. That's what he always says when we're working on my science project.”

Ezinne shook her head and rolled her eyes, of course he said that. Such a try-hard, that man.

“Zee, don’t give me all the credit. Your mother is the reason this centre exists in the first place.”

The warmth in his tone made Ezinne’s throat tighten before she could stop it.

He came closer, his steps familiar to her now. Expensive shoes, controlled pace, and confidence that announced him before he even spoke. He stopped near her, close enough that she caught the clean scent of him, but not so close that he crowded her.

“Everything alright, Ezinne?” he asked.

Ezinne lifted her chin. “Yes. Everything seems to be going well.”

“Seems to be?” There was amusement in his voice. “That sounds like reluctant praise.”

“It is reluctant praise," she confirmed dryly and Azora giggled.

Mofe laughed softly, and the sound moved through Ezinne in a way she did not welcome. “I’ll take it. From you, reluctant praise is almost a standing ovation.”

“Don’t push your luck, Mofe.”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

Ezinne turned slightly, listening to the busy sounds of the activities happening all around her, and for the first time in a long while, she felt something close to fulfilment.

Beside her seat, Mofe stood quietly, not demanding, and not forcing closeness. He was just there. Present. Steady, and dangerously easy to get used to.

Ezinne tightened her hand around the handle of her cane, reminding herself that she still had to be careful. The past had not disappeared because of one good weekend and one successful event.

But even as she told herself that, a quieter part of her whispered the truth she was not ready to say aloud. Her guard was no longer as high as it used to be ... and Mofe was beginning to feel less like the enemy.




******

Anonimoux:
Anticipating

Almost there

Dear patient readers,

My sincere apologies for the long silence, but I’m finally back for the year.

I’ll be posting the next three chapters starting tomorrow evening, around 8 p.m. or earlier, if it's possible. So get ready.

Thank you so much for your immeasurable patience. I truly appreciate it.

Warm wishes,
Peju

My dearest lovely readers,

I owe you a huge apology. I had hoped to be back by mid-January, but circumstances beyond my control delayed my return.

I kindly ask for your patience as I take care of some family matters. I’m hoping to be back in March, and I truly appreciate your continued love and support.

Best Wishes,
Peju.

jupitre:
Happy new year Repo

Thank you. Wish you same 🙂

My dearest lovely readers,

I owe you a huge apology. I had hoped to be back by mid-January, but circumstances beyond my control delayed my return.

I kindly ask for your patience as I take care of some family matters. I’m hoping to be back in March, and I truly appreciate your continued love and support.

Best Wishes,
Peju.

truffle:
Hi peju

A happy new year to you

This is just a humble gentle reminder 😂

Thank you in advance

A happy new year to you also, dearie. Thanks.

tonystark007:
O boy, let me come and learn how to write romance and suspense from one of the best writing guru. Ride on 👍

😌 Thank you.

froze6:
Happy new year to you

Thanks!

Deyrinsolar:
Finally up to date, never thought I would read about mofe and ezzine again. Thank you repogirl.

This is such a beautiful read, more ink to your pen and have a wonderful holiday season.

Thanks for reading 🙂

Greatric213:
Thanks ma

You're welcome

Emeraldz:
I really enjoyed reading every bit of this and I am looking forward to more when you post it. You are a fantastic writer.

Thank you

sal1974:
I ust want to commend you for the amazing work you’ve been sharing. Each new installment is always worth the wait, and your storytelling keeps me completely hooked.

Thank you for such a wonderful novel. I’m really looking forward to the next update whenever it comes.

Wishing you a relaxing break, a lovely holiday season, and a prosperous 2026 in advance.

Thank you so much 🙏🏽

The offer hung in the air, tantalizing and dangerous. The memory of his solid warmth against her back during the horse ride was still vivid, a phantom imprint on her skin. The idea of that same warmth beside her all night was overwhelmingly tempting. For a heart-stopping second, the word "stay" was on the tip of her tongue.

But caution, that old, familiar guard, reasserted itself. It felt like too much, too soon. A line she wasn't ready to cross, for fear of what it might mean, or what she might want it to mean.

“I’ll be fine alone,” she finally managed, her voice a little breathless. “Thank you, Mofe.”

He was silent for a beat, and she wondered if she imagined the faint hint of disappointment. “It’s fine,” he said, his tone accepting. “I’ll just… go find Eric for a bit. Sleep well, Ezinne.”

The door clicked shut behind him, and the room felt instantly larger, emptier. The silence was now absolute, broken only by the hum of the appliance. Ezinne moved through her nighttime routine by touch and memory, the familiar actions doing little to calm the whirlwind in her mind. As she slipped into the cool sheets of the large bed, the space beside her felt vast and hollow.

Lying alone in the dark, she felt the heavy weight of silence around her, making her feel lonely. Her mind went back to a moment at the door when she almost spoke her heart. She had been so close to telling him to stay. It wasn’t about romantic love, but about wanting the simple comfort of having him close by. The idea of his warm body next to hers, offering quiet reassurance throughout the night, was a tempting thought that she struggled to push away. As she began to drift off to sleep, she couldn’t shake the feeling of not having said what she really wanted, a soft reminder of what might have happened in that stillness.
***
Mofe settled into one of the soft lounge chairs at the now-empty cabana. The cool night air felt refreshing against his skin. In contrast to the peaceful surroundings, he felt a storm of emotions from just being near Ezinne. Looking for a distraction from his thoughts, he took out his phone. The light from the screen brightened his face against the darkness, and as he scrolled through his apps, he tried to find something to help quiet his restless mind.

He scrolled through a dozen routine updates from his office before a particular message from his Personal Assistant made him still.

Sir, a reminder that General Onu has reached out again today, reiterating his request for a meeting at your earliest convenience. This is his fourth attempt this month.

Mofe’s jaw tightened. He knew the old man had been persistently trying to see him. For months, he had deliberately ignored the requests. After his decision to truly leave the past in the past and focus on Ezinne and Azora, he had instructed his lawyers to do two things: drop their protracted, aggressive investigations into the General’s former company, which Mofe now wholly owned, and formally retract the serious charges of embezzlement and financial mismanagement they had filed against him.

It had been a strategic retreat, a deliberate laying down of arms. He had assumed the General, a proud and calculating man, would recognize the gift for what it was, a pardon, and slink away quietly, grateful to have avoided a scandal and a potential prison sentence. Mofe had expected silence, a return to the shadows.

Instead, the man was knocking louder than ever. This relentless pursuit wasn’t the behavior of a chastened enemy. It was the behavior of a man with something more to say, or worse, something more to want. The General’s refusal to simply disappear was a persistent, low-grade alarm bell in the back of Mofe’s mind, a complication he had not anticipated and did not need, especially now when he was trying so carefully to build something new from the ruins of their shared past. If the General just told Ezinne about the deal he made with Mofe years ago, all Mofe’s hopes of rebuilding his family would probably end right there.

The soft crunch of gravel announced Eric’s arrival. He sank into the lounger beside Mofe with a contented sigh, the two men looking out at the moonlit ocean.

“You and Ezinne,” Eric began, breaking the comfortable silence. “You seem… better. Less like you’re about to declare war on each other.”

Mofe let out a short, quiet laugh, not taking his eyes off the dark water. He shrugged. “For a while, yes. The ceasefire is holding. But don’t get it twisted, Eric. We’re not ‘good good.’ We’re just… not actively trying to destroy each other at the moment. It’s progress, but it’s fragile.”

“Well, it looks good from where I’m sitting,” Eric said. “And speaking of good… thanks for this, man. For suggesting this mini-staycation. And for, you know,” he added, a note of genuine gratitude in his voice, “handling everything, including the expenses. ”

Mofe waved a dismissive hand. “It was nothing. I was just happy to have an excuse to take my family out.” The words my family slipped out with a natural ease that felt both new and profoundly right.

Eric smiled, then his tone shifted to something more mischievous. “So, I’ve been tasked with a little reconnaissance. My soon-to-be sister-in-law seems to think you’re… fascinating. Margaret likes you. Like, really likes you.”

This time, Mofe threw his head back and laughed, a rich, genuine sound that echoed in the quiet night. “Eric, guy, come on,” he said, shaking his head. “You know the situation. This heart?” He tapped his chest twice. “Closed for business. Permanently. There’s only one woman who holds the keys, and we both know it’s a miracle she hasn’t thrown them into the ocean yet.”

His meaning was clear. Every part of his focus, his intention, was on the woman sleeping in the lodge behind them. There was no room for anyone else.

Eric’s expression grew more serious, the playful glint in his eyes replaced by genuine concern. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he studied his cousin. “Be straight with me, MJ. Does Ezinne have any idea what you’re really up to? What all this,” he gestured vaguely at the luxurious resort around them, “is really for?”

Mofe let out a weary sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the last ten years. The sound was swallowed by the gentle rustle of palm leaves in the night breeze. He ran a hand over his face before answering. “I doubt it. You know what she did during our walk tonight? She was practically nudging me to find someone else. Told me I shouldn’t invest all my time in them, that I needed to ‘live my own life’.” He shook his head, a wry, pained smile touching his lips. “She has no idea that they are my life. That there is no ‘my life’ separate from them anymore.”

They sat in companionable silence for a long moment, the rhythmic crash of the waves underscoring their conversation. Eric swirled the ice in his glass, the clinking sound sharp in the quiet night. “So this truce between you two,” he ventured carefully. “How fragile do you reckon it is?”

“Very fragile,” He met Eric’s gaze, his dark eyes serious. “Like a spiderweb after the rain. But it’s real. And today… today was good. No arguments, no tension. Just… peace. Honestly, I’m just glad everyone had a nice day.” The simplicity of the statement belied its significance.

“I had a great time with Azora,” Eric said, his tone warming at the memory. A genuine smile spread across his face. “She reminds me so much of you when we were little. Always so inquisitive, her mind constantly working. Always asking ‘why’ about everything. You were a terror to Mum with all your endless questions.” The shared memory of their childhood drew soft, nostalgic laughter from both men, a brief respite from the heavier topics.

Mofe’s posture straightened slightly, a new energy coming into his voice. “She asked me to represent her parent for Career Day,” he said, the pride in his voice unmistakable, like a man announcing a major business acquisition. “And she wants me to help with her science project.”

“Who… Azora?” Eric asked, needing confirmation, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

Mofe nodded, a genuine, unguarded smile finally breaking through his usually composed features. In that moment, he looked years younger. “Yeah.”

“Mofe,” Eric said, his voice full of stunned realization. He leaned back in his chair, processing the significance. “She wants to show you off to everyone. And I’ve heard her over dinner… she’s started calling you ‘Dad.’ Not just ‘Uncle MJ.’ How did Ezinne take all that?”

“At first, she wasn’t sure it was a good idea to introduce me at her school as her father,,” Mofe admitted, the memory tightening his expression slightly. “She was worried about the whispers, the questions. I had to convince her that hiding it would make it feel like a dirty secret. That we needed to control the story ourselves, for Azora’s sake. That our daughter should never feel she has to hide who her father is.” He paused, remembering the tension in Ezinne’s shoulders as she’d finally relented. “She finally agreed.”

Eric let out a long, impressed sigh, shaking his head in admiration. “You’re doing good, man. Really good. Bringing your family together like this… I see how you look at them. You really do want this to work out.”

“It’s my one prayer,” Mofe confessed, his gaze growing distant, fixed on the dark horizon where the sea met the sky. The vulnerability in his voice was raw and uncharacteristic. “Aunt Moni is a blessing, you know? She loves me like her own. But I still wish my parents were here to see… all of this.” He gestured vaguely, encompassing his success, his life. “I will do everything in my power to make sure Azora never feels that void. To make up for every second I missed with her… and with Ezinne.” The conviction in his voice was absolute, a solemn vow made to the night.

The conversation lulled again, the weight of Mofe’s resolve hanging palpably in the salt-tinged air. After a comfortable moment, Eric grimaced slightly, shifting topics to lighten the mood. “About Margaret, I’ll have to find a way to let her down gently. If I’d known she’d latch onto you like this, I wouldn’t have invited her. Hope it didn’t complicate things with Ezinne?”

Mofe waved it off, the earlier intensity leaving his expression as he welcomed the lighter subject. “It’s fine, really. I meet ladies like that all the time. Can’t really blame them,” he added with a returning trace of his usual arrogance, a familiar smirk playing on his lips. He straightened his shoulders slightly, the confident billionaire persona sliding back into place. “It’s not their fault I’m such a catch.”

The shared laughter that followed was easy and familiar, a brief, light-hearted release from the heavy, hopeful truths they had exchanged. For a moment, they were just two cousins laughing under the stars, the complexities of family and love momentarily set aside in the simple comfort of each other’s company.


*****

But Ezinne wasn’t finished. She took a step closer, her voice dropping, laced with a concern that surprised him. “And what about you, Mofe?”

He blinked. “What about me?”

“Who’s there to help you?” she asked, the question hanging in the jasmine-scented air. “I know you just ended a long term relationship, but you don’t need to invest every second of your time, every resource, on us. You’re also a human being who needs to live his own life. Who makes sure you’re not overwhelmed?”

The question struck him with a force he hadn’t anticipated. For a moment, he was utterly speechless, disarmed by her perception and the unexpected tenderness behind it.

"Who helps me?" he finally repeated, the words soft, almost lost to the night. He let out a short, quiet breath that wasn't quite a laugh. "William handles the company. My drivers handle the routes. My security handles the threats. But someone to ask if I'm overwhelmed?" He shook his head, though she couldn't see it. "There hasn't been anyone for a long time." Not even Eve had done that for him, she’d been too busy with her own career. They’d had people and systems to cater to most domestic affairs, and even though sometimes it had been overwhelming for the both of them, they’d somehow just silently powered through it.

It was a more vulnerable admission than he'd ever intended to make. He quickly tried to retreat behind his practical facade. "But that's not the point. My life is structured to handle pressure. It's what I do."

"But it shouldn't be all you do," Ezinne countered, her voice gentle yet firm. She resumed walking, forcing him to fall into step beside her. "You can't pour from an empty cup, Mofe. All this," she said, gesturing vaguely around them, "the constant doing, the solving... it's a lot. Even for you." She stopped again, turning to face his general direction, her expression earnest. "And that's what I'm saying. You can't give us, me and Azora, a hundred percent of your time and energy. It isn't fair to you. You have to have a life outside of being a father and... and whatever this is with me."

He was quiet, absorbing her words. She wasn't pushing him away; she was looking out for him. The novelty of it, of someone caring for his well-being after so long, was a profound shock to his system.

"I understand what you're saying," he acknowledged, his voice low and sincere. "And I hear you. But right now, Ezinne, this is exactly where I need to be. Investing in my daughter, and... rebuilding this with you." He let the word 'this' hang in the air, undefined but significant. "It doesn't feel like a sacrifice. It feels like I'm finally building something that actually matters."

Ezinne was quiet, processing his words. The suspicion had melted away, replaced by a complex, unspoken understanding. He wasn't dismissing her concern; he was affirming his choice. She had given him an exit, and he had deliberately chosen to stay. They walked on in a comfortable silence, the boundary between them softening with each step on the moonlit path, a new, fragile trust settling in the space between his confession and her care.


The silence that followed was comfortable, but for Ezinne, it was now filled with a new, unspoken tension. Mofe’s words, “building something that actually matters”,echoed in her mind. They warmed her, yes, but they also sent a sharp, cold prickle of fear down her spine.

What did he mean by building?

As they walked, the sound of the waves seemed to grow louder, a rhythmic reminder of the constant, shifting nature of things. He was building a relationship with his daughter, that much was clear and beautiful. But what about this fragile, unnamed thing growing between the two of them? Was he building a new foundation for their family, or was he merely constructing a comfortable, temporary arrangement?

Her mind, treacherous and sharp, played out the scenario. What would happen to this delicate structure they were carefully assembling when he inevitably met her, the woman he would truly want to spend his life with? A woman who wasn't burdened by a decade of resentment, a woman who could see him, who wasn't a constant reminder of his greatest failure. This new woman would have his full attention, his passion, his future. The cozy dinners, the shared walks, the easy camaraderie, it would all be handed over to her, and Ezinne and Azora would become a chapter in his past, a responsibility he managed from a polite distance.

The thought was a physical ache, a hollowing out of the warmth she had just begun to feel. He was talking about building, but all she could see was the inevitable demolition. She offered him a small, quiet hum of acknowledgment, a mask for the sudden turmoil within. She couldn't voice the question. To ask it would be to reveal a vulnerability she wasn't ready to confess, and to shatter the perfect, moonlit peace of the moment they were in. So she kept her fear locked tightly inside, a silent shadow following them down the path.

Mofe wished, with a sudden, fierce intensity, that he could just be plain. That he could stop the careful dance of words and simply tell her the raw truth: that all the success, the wealth, the global acclaim, felt like an empty shell. That he now knew, with a certainty that had settled deep in his bones, his life could never feel truly fulfilled without the two of them in it, without her.

But the moment felt too fragile, the progress too new. He feared the weight of such a confession would shatter the delicate understanding they were building. So he held the words back, a painful, hopeful secret in his heart.

Sensing the heavy turn of his own thoughts, or perhaps the lingering tension from her unspoken fears, Ezinne expertly shifted the mood. A playful, teasing note entered her voice.

“So,” she began, a small smile playing on her lips. “Margaret was rather… persistent. The signs were rather obvious. Why didn’t you take her up on that walk? It might have been… entertaining.”

Mofe laughed, a genuine, relieved sound that cut through the weighty atmosphere. Her teasing was a gift, an invitation back to safer, lighter ground.

“Why would I do that?” he asked, his tone warm and amused. “I came all the way here to spend the day with you and Azora. That was the entire point. Going on a walk with someone else would have rather defeated the purpose, don’t you think?”

His answer was simple, direct, and carried a deeper meaning he knew she would hear. His focus was here. It was on them. And in that moment, under the vast, starlit sky, it was enough.

They walked a few more steps in comfortable silence, the gravel crunching softly beneath their feet. The air was still thick with the things left unsaid, but the mood had lightened.

"You know," Ezinne said, her tone still playful but edged with a genuine curiosity, "most men in your position wouldn't think twice. A beautiful woman, a moonlit walk... it's practically a script."

Mofe slowed his pace, his voice losing its teasing edge and becoming more thoughtful. "I'm not most men, Ezinne. And I'm not interested in following a script written for someone else." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "When I look at my life, the parts that matter, the parts I want to build on... they're not with strangers on a beach. They're right here."

He didn't gesture, but he didn't need to. The meaning was clear. Here was with her. Here was the space between them on this path.

Ezinne felt a flush of warmth that had nothing to do with the night air. His words were a balm to the fear she had felt moments before. He wasn't just being polite; he was making a choice, and he was being remarkably clear about it.

"Besides," he added, his smile audible again, "I have a feeling my taste has become... very specific over the years. And it doesn't involve being maneuvered."

Ezinne couldn't help but laugh softly. "Specific, huh?"

"Very," he confirmed, his voice a low rumble in the darkness.

Ezinne had to wonder, was Mofe flirting with her?

They reached the end of the garden path, where the soft grass met the cool sand of the beach. The vast, open sound of the ocean greeted them.

"Ready to head back?" he asked.

"In a minute," she replied, tilting her face towards the sea breeze. "Let's just stand here for a bit."

And so they did, side-by-side, the silence between them now a comfortable, hopeful thing, filled with the sound of the waves and the unspoken promise of a future they were only just beginning to dare imagine.

The lodge was quiet when they returned, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner. Blessing, who had been watching a movie on low volume in the main living area, quickly muted it and stood as they entered.

“She’s been out cold since you left,” Blessing whispered, gesturing toward the closed door of the second bedroom. “She didn’t stir once.”

“Thank you, Blessing. Get some rest,” Ezinne said softly.

With a quiet goodnight, Blessing slipped out of the lodge, leaving them alone in the serene dimness of the apartment. The closed door to Azora's room was a silent reminder of the unusual privacy they now had.

An awkward, charged silence descended. Mofe hovered near the doorway to the hallway, his earlier confidence seeming to waver. He cleared his throat softly.

“Ezinne,” he began, his voice low. “With Azora in her own room… would you prefer to sleep alone tonight? Or would you like company?” He paused, then clarified gently, “Just to sleep. Nothing more.”

Present Day



The air in the private dining room felt warm and smelled delicious, filled with wonderful spices that drifted in from the terrace. Soft light from the hanging lanterns created a cozy vibe as Ezinne sat elegantly in her peach crepe caftan. The fabric felt soft and smooth against her skin, gently hugging her curves and making her feel confident.

As soon as the menu options were shared, the debate kicked off. Eric, sitting to her right, championed the Italian menu, saying, “Think of all those rich, creamy sauces and handmade pastas!”

Across the table, Mariah and her friend Margaret argued for the Indian dishes. “Imagine the amazing aromas, Ezinne!” Mariah urged, her excitement bubbling over. “The warm, flavorful spices in the curry are incredible!”

Mofe, sitting to her left, suggested the third choice. “The Chinese menu has fresher, brighter flavors,” he said calmly. “You get steamed dumplings, stir-fries with crunchy vegetables, and lighter sauces. It’s a nice balance.”

His words resonated with her. It seemed less heavy than the creamy sauces and complex spices.

Azora, eager to join in, chimed in, “I want the dumplings! And the long noodles that you can slurp!”

“I’ll go with the Chinese menu too,” Ezinne said softly, agreeing with Mofe and her daughter.

Once they decided on the menu, the real fun began for Ezinne. The table was calm for a moment before the clinking of dishes began. She could hear lids being lifted and food being served, and soon, a wonderful mix of smells filled the air around her. The sharp, fresh scent of ginger and garlic took center stage, followed by the sweet and tangy hint of honey chili sauce, mixed with the earthy aroma of steaming rice.

A warm plate was placed in front of her. “Let me help you,” Mofe whispered, leaning closer. He gently took her hand and traced the food on her plate. “Fried rice is at six o'clock, honey chili potatoes are at nine, and steamed dumplings are at two. Your bowl of clear soup is right above your plate.”

She appreciated his steady guidance; it helped her navigate the meal without any fuss.

Eating turned into a delightful adventure. The honey chili potatoes were a surprise, crispy on the outside and soft inside, with a taste that was both sweet and just a bit spicy. The dumplings had a delicate skin that broke open to reveal savory prawn filling.

Azora was curious, her voice bright with excitement. “Dad, what’s this crunchy round thing I’m eating?”

“That’s a water chestnut, sweetheart,” he replied, smiling at her little discovery.

“And why are the noodles so springy?” she asked, eyes wide.

Eric jumped in to explain, “It's how they're cooked—stir-fried quickly in a hot wok! That makes them bouncy and fun to eat.”

Ezinne enjoyed her meal with composed ease, her fingers and fork exploring the delicious landscape Mofe had shown her. Every time he touched her hand to guide her to something tasty, Ezinne felt a little spark of energy between them, making her heart flutter. Mofe was always attentive, ensuring a bowl of stir-fried greens was placed right in front of her and subtly hinting when something especially tasty was nearby.

Though Margaret occasionally glanced at Mofe with interest, his focus remained solely on Ezinne. As they all shared laughter and conversation around the table, the atmosphere was lively and filled with warmth, making the dinner a joyful experience for everyone.




The atmosphere around the table was lively and filled with the pleasant sounds of everyone enjoying their meal. For Mofe, seeing Ezinne engaged and smiling as she chatted with Azora was the highlight of the evening. She wasn’t fidgety or shy; instead, she was relaxed, even joining in on comments about the delicious food.

Suddenly, the cheerful chatter and clinking of silverware quieted down as Eric cleared his throat. His usually playful tone became serious.

“Since we’re all together,” he said, capturing everyone's attention, “Mariah and I have some exciting news to share.”

Everyone went silent, looking up at Eric, who stood up to make his announcement.

“We’ve finally set a date for our wedding! It’s going to be in five months.” A wave of cheers and congratulations erupted from Mariah’s sister, Margaret. Eric let the excitement settle before focusing on Mofe. “MJ, you’re my brother in all the ways that matter, and you’ve been a friend to me through everything, through these years. It would mean so much to have you as my best man.”

He then turned his gaze down the table, his voice softening. “And we’d love Azora to be our flower girl. You would get to wear a beautiful dress and scatter petals for Mariah!”

A thick silence fell over the room, broken only by the sound of the air conditioner humming. Ezinne, who had been carefully eating her last prawn dumpling, paused. She leaned closer to Mofe with a slight furrow in her brow, trying to understand. “Did you know this was happening?” she asked, keeping her tone neutral.

“No,” Mofe replied, his voice low and filled with genuine surprise. “I didn’t see this coming at all.”

Ezinne took a moment to think. This request was more than just a nice gesture; it was a way to weave her and Azora into Mofe’s family, a step deeper into a world she was just beginning to re-enter. Setting her fork down, she politely turned towards Eric and spoke up.

“Congratulations to you both on the wedding date,” she said, keeping her voice steady and friendly. “That’s wonderful news, and we wish you all the happiness.” She paused, feeling the weight of her role as a mother. “And of course, Azora would love to be the flower girl. It’s a lovely gesture to include her.”

From her seat, Azora gasped, her small hands causing her fork to clatter against her plate. “A real princess dress?” she whispered, her voice filled with wonder, as if describing something magical.

“The most beautiful one you’ve ever seen,” Mariah replied, her excitement shining through her words.

After gathering his thoughts, Mofe reached across the table, his glass lightly clinking against Eric’s. “Of course, man. I would’ve been upset if you picked someone else. Honored doesn’t even begin to describe it.” As he spoke, his eyes moved to Ezinne, recognizing her careful, diplomatic approach. Her calm agreement was a significant step forward for them, and for now, that cautious step felt like a huge progress in their journey together.
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"The moon looks really beautiful on the water tonight, Mofe. I was thinking about taking a walk along the shore. Would you like to join me?" Mariah asked after dinner was finished.

Mofe didn’t even try to be polite. "Thanks, but no," he said firmly, turning his attention away from her. He shifted in his chair and then spoke in a softer voice to Ezinne.

"Azora is almost asleep in her fried rice," he said, glancing at their daughter who was leaning against Ezinne, her eyes heavy with sleep. "Why don’t we take her back to the lodge and settle her in with Blessing?" He paused for a moment, then added, looking hopeful, "Then maybe you and I could take a walk on the beach? Just for a little while. The air feels perfect tonight."

Ezinne noticed the contrast in his words. He had bluntly turned down Mariah’s invitation, but then he softly invited her for a walk, making it clear that he wanted to spend time with her.

"Okay," Ezinne replied softly. "That sounds nice."

A satisfied smile appeared on Mofe’s face. He stood up gently and picked up their half-asleep daughter, Azora, cradling her in his arms. He held Ezinne by the elbow as he guided her from her chair, completely focused on his little family as they stepped out into the warm night. He didn’t look back at Mariah, leaving behind the unspoken rejection as they walked together, ready to enjoy the peaceful evening together.

The path through the gardens was quiet. The only sounds were the crunch of gravel under their feet and the distant, rhythmic shush of the waves.

“You know,” Ezinne began, her voice thoughtful, “I’m actually glad I let you drag me here. I didn’t realize how much I needed it. It’s been a welcome distraction from… everything. The constant pressure of work, the monotony of home.”

Beside her, Mofe felt a deep sense of satisfaction. “That’s what I wanted,” he said, his voice low and earnest. “I never want you to feel that stressed or overwhelmed. Ever. If you need a break, Ezinne, for any reason, you just have to tell me. I’ll make it happen.”

The offer, so sweeping and absolute, broke the tranquil mood. Ezinne stopped walking, turning her head slightly toward him, her expression clouded with a familiar suspicion. “Why, Mofe?” she asked, her tone sharpening. “Why are you doing all of this? The resort, the helicopter, this… your constant attentiveness. What’s the endgame?”

He was ready for the question. “I want to ensure you’re always comfortable,” he stated, his answer simple and direct. “You’re the mother of my child. You’ve shouldered everything alone for ten years. The least I can do is help carry the load now, in every way I can. That’s all this is.”

My apologies, the chapter came a few hours late. The second part will be posted in the evening.

jupitre:
Finally....
They opened another chapter

Yes, they did.

sal1974:
Another beautiful episode! 👏 You really did a great job once again — the flow, suspense, and emotions were all on point. Each update just keeps getting better and more engaging. Well done and please keep the episodes coming, am really enjoying this ride!

mismore:
An emotional moment, exactly what they needed…
Lovely update ma’am

thank you

Hello Readers,

I know you're probably wondering where I disappeared to, so I just wanted to check in.

I haven’t abandoned you at all. In fact, I have one more chapter to post, before I officially close my laptop for the year.

Thank you for your support and giving me room to breathe. I’m cooking something lovely for you. 🙏🏽

jupitre:
Omooooo
Another chapter of their lives..
You just had to stop here ehn..
You've a life, family outside of this,so I understand..
Thank you for sharing this with us. I wish you and your family the best of the season...

Thank you.

truffle:
Awwwn peju , this story has me spellbound . GOD. This is just magical as I can literally feel being physically present in the story .

Honestly peju , I know I am asking too much of you , but is there any other way we can get the full story

You got me hooked on this like drugs

Plsssssssssssssss peju

Thanks so much for this! Your comment is the exact reaction I crave from readers, and it made me so happy.

The honest to God truth is, I write each new chapter every week, or I'd have put it up for sale already, if it were a complete story.

I know this break is tough, but it's much needed. I will be back in January, pinky promise. So, please keep your excitement for me until then! It will be worth the wait.

Thank you for your patience.