The night before our confrontation with Tunde, I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw flashes of his charming smile — the same smile that had fooled me, fooled Chioma, and now, apparently, fooled Bisi too.How many more women were out there? How many more lies?By morning, Chioma and I agreed to meet Tunde at a neutral place — a quiet café in Ikeja. David insisted on coming with me for support, but I told him to wait nearby. This was something I needed to face myself.

—The Meeting

When Tunde arrived, he looked polished as ever, wearing that confident grin that used to melt me. But this time, I felt nothing but disgust.“Amara… Chioma,” he said smoothly, pulling out a chair. “Why do I feel like this is an ambush?”I folded my arms. “Maybe because it is.”Chioma slammed her phone on the table, the messages to Bisi glaring from the screen. “Who is she, Tunde? How many more women are you lying to?”For the first time, his mask slipped. His smile faltered.“Chioma, it’s not what you think,” he stammered.“Oh, please!” I cut in sharply. “Stop with the lies. We’ve spoken to Bisi. We know everything.”

—The Explosive Secret

Tunde’s face hardened. He leaned back, exhaling heavily. “Fine. You want the truth? You’ll get it.”He looked at both of us, his voice cold.“I never promised either of you forever. Chioma, that baby might not even be mine. And Amara… you were just convenient. The truth is, I already have a wife. And a son. In Abuja.”The words hit me like a thunderbolt. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.Chioma gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. “You’re… married?”Tunde smirked. “Yes. Happily married, actually. But Lagos is a big city, and a man has needs.”My stomach churned. All those nights he held me close, whispering promises of a future together — all lies.“You disgusting liar,” I spat. “You didn’t just betray us. You betrayed your family too.”

—Chioma Breaks Down

Chioma’s sobs shook the café. She clutched her belly as if trying to protect the unborn child from the ugliness of the moment.“You ruined my life, Tunde,” she cried. “I lost my best friend, my dignity, everything — for you. And now this?”But Tunde only shrugged, his arrogance infuriating. “Don’t act innocent, Chioma. You knew I was with Amara when you opened your legs. You made your choice.”Her palm connected with his cheek in a sharp slap that echoed through the café. For the first time, I saw fear in his eyes.

—My Turning Point

I stood, my voice steady but fierce. “Listen to me, Tunde. This is the last time you’ll ever see me. You’ve taken enough of my peace. I won’t waste another tear on you.”I turned to Chioma, who was trembling uncontrollably. “Come on. We’re done here.”We walked out, leaving Tunde behind. But deep down, I knew the damage he had caused wouldn’t vanish overnight.

—The Aftermath

Outside the café, David rushed over when he saw me. I collapsed into his arms, shaking.“He was married, David,” I whispered. “All this time, he was married.”David held me tighter. “Amara, listen to me. That man is poison. Don’t let him keep stealing your joy. You’re stronger than this.”I believed him. For the first time, I truly believed it.

—Chioma’s Dilemma

Later that night, Chioma came to my apartment. Her eyes were swollen from crying, but there was a strange calmness about her.“Amara,” she said softly, “I don’t deserve your forgiveness. I betrayed you in the worst way possible. But after today, I realized something — Tunde doesn’t deserve either of us. He doesn’t deserve this child.”I looked at her, torn between anger and pity. But then I sighed. “Chioma, I don’t know if I can ever forgive you. But I also know you’re not my enemy anymore. He is.”She nodded, tears slipping down her cheeks. “Maybe that’s enough for now.”