WRONG DECISION, WRONG RESULT

WRONG DECISION WRONG RESULTS

CHAPTER TWO

THE BEGINNING OF PAINFUL MISTAKE

The stage was decorated with blue and white drapes, and a large banner read:

"Building Your Future Beyond the Classroom."

Lara nudged Amara.

"You're lucky we came early."

"I'm only here because attendance is compulsory."

"You'll thank me later."

The lights dimmed.

The Dean stepped onto the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our first guest speaker needs no introduction. He's one of our finest alumni. Today he owns one of the fastest-growing digital media companies in Lagos."

The hall erupted into applause.

"Ladies and gentlemen..."

"Please welcome..."

"Mr. Daniel Cole."

Amara froze.

Her heartbeat quickened.

The confident man walking onto the stage was the same stranger who had helped her gather her books outside the library.

He looked different today.

Dressed in a charcoal suit with a simple wristwatch and polished shoes, Daniel carried himself with quiet confidence. There was no unnecessary showmanship. No arrogance.

Just calm authority.

He smiled at the audience before adjusting the microphone.

"I won't stand here and tell you success is easy."

Silence filled the auditorium.

"Because it isn't."

"I failed twice before I succeeded."

Some students exchanged surprised glances.

"I lost investors."

"I was mocked."

"I slept in my office because I couldn't afford rent."

"But every setback taught me something."

He paused.

"Never let temporary hardship convince you to abandon permanent purpose."

The hall became unusually quiet.

Amara listened without blinking.

His words weren't rehearsed.

They came from experience.

From pain.

From survival.

For the first time in years...

Someone's voice reached places inside her heart that no lecture ever had.

After the conference ended, students rushed toward Daniel for photographs and business advice.

Lara grabbed Amara's wrist.

"Come on!"

"For what?"

"To greet him."

"I don't know him."

"You'll never know him if you keep standing there."

Before Amara could protest, Lara dragged her through the crowd.

Daniel was answering questions when he suddenly looked up.

Their eyes met.

Recognition flashed across his face.

"The library."

Amara smiled shyly.

"You remember?"

"I've always had a good memory."

Lara looked from one to the other.

"You two know each other?"

Daniel chuckled.

"We've met before."

"Well..." Lara grinned mischievously. "I'll leave you two to continue your conversation."

Before Amara could stop her...

She disappeared into the crowd.

Traitor.

Daniel laughed softly.

"I don't think she plans on coming back."

"I noticed."

For a brief moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Daniel broke the silence.

"There's a café just outside the campus gate."

Amara looked at him cautiously.

"I'm not asking you on a date."

She raised an eyebrow.

"I'm asking if we can have coffee and continue the conversation we never started."

She hesitated.

Every lesson her mother had taught her echoed in her mind.

"Never follow strange men."

"Don't trust people easily."

"Focus on your education."

Reason told her to decline politely.

But curiosity...

Curiosity whispered louder.

"Just coffee?" she asked.

Daniel smiled.

"Just coffee."

She nodded.

"Okay."

Neither of them knew that the simple word "okay" would become the first decision that quietly altered the course of two lives.

As they walked out of the university gate side by side, several students watched them.

Among them was a young woman dressed in a fitted red gown.

She removed her sunglasses slowly.

A bitter smile spread across her lips.

"So..."

She folded her arms.

"He's finally interested in someone else."

Her eyes remained fixed on Amara until they disappeared beyond the gate.

Then she whispered to herself,

"If I can't have Daniel... neither will she."

The wind carried her words away.

But fate...

Fate had already begun writing a story no one could erase.

The café was surprisingly quiet.

Soft instrumental music floated through the air while the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wrapped itself around every table.

Amara hesitated before taking her seat opposite Daniel.

She glanced around.

"Is this where you usually bring strangers?"

Daniel smiled.

"No."

"So... I'm special?"

He laughed softly.

"I wouldn't say special."

Her smile faded.

"I'd say... you're interesting."

She rolled her eyes playfully.

"That's not much better."

"It wasn't meant to be."

For the first time that day...

She laughed.

A genuine laugh.

Daniel noticed.

She looked even more beautiful when she forgot to hide behind seriousness.

"So..." Daniel began.

"What course are you studying?"

"English and Literary Studies."

He nodded.

"I should have guessed."

"Why?"

"You choose your words carefully."

She raised an eyebrow.

"And you?"

"Business Management."

"You don't sound like one."

"What do business people sound like?"

She shrugged.

"Too serious."

He leaned back.

"I can be serious."

"I doubt it."

"Oh really?"

"Really."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly.

They talked about childhood dreams.

Favorite books.

Music.

University stress.

Family.

Failures.

Dream careers.

Hours passed unnoticed.

Neither of them wanted to be the first to stand up.

Outside the café...

Rain suddenly began to fall.

Heavy drops hit the pavement.

People rushed for shelter.

Daniel removed his jacket.

"You'll catch a cold."

He gently placed it over Amara's shoulders.

She looked at him.

"You'll be cold."

"I'll survive."

"But—"

"I insist."

She smiled.

"Thank you."

For reasons she couldn't explain...

His kindness frightened her.

People were rarely this kind without expecting something in return.

As they walked back toward the university gate...

Daniel finally asked,

"Can I see you again?"

Amara stopped walking.

Every warning from her mother returned.

"You're in school to study."

"Don't let love distract you."

"The wrong person can destroy the right future."

She took a deep breath.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

Daniel looked disappointed.

"I understand."

"No..."

She quickly corrected herself.

"It's not because of you."

"It's because of me."

He nodded slowly.

"I won't pressure you."

"If fate wants us to meet again..."

He smiled gently.

"...it will happen."

Then he turned and walked away.

Amara watched until he disappeared into the crowd.

She expected to feel relieved.

Instead...

She felt empty.

That evening...

Lara burst into their hostel room without knocking.

"Where have you been?"

"The library."

"Liar."

Amara froze.

"You weren't in the library."

"Who told you?"

"I saw you."

Amara looked away.

"It wasn't what you think."

"Oh really?"

"You just happened to be drinking coffee with the most handsome alumnus this university has ever produced?"

Amara laughed.

"It wasn't like that."

"So what was it like?"

She couldn't answer.

Because she didn't know.

Across campus...

Another pair of eyes had been watching.

Vanessa.

The lady in the red dress.

She sat inside her car, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"So..."

She whispered.

"You've already started smiling because of her."

Her nails dug into her palm.

"I warned you never to replace me."

Her phone vibrated.

She answered immediately.

"Did you find out who the girl is?"

A voice replied from the other end.

"Yes."

"Her name is Amara Okafor."

"First-year student."

"Department of English and Literary Studies."

Vanessa smiled.

A dangerous smile.

"Good."

"I like knowing my enemies."

She ended the call.

Then opened Amara's social media profile.

Every picture.

Every caption.

Every friend.

She examined them one after another.

Slowly.

Patiently.

She wasn't looking for admiration.

She was looking for weakness.

Meanwhile...

Daniel arrived home exhausted.

He placed his car keys on the table.

His older sister, Deborah, looked up from the kitchen.

"You look happier than usual."

"Do I?"

"You've been smiling since you entered."

"I have?"

She folded her arms.

"Who's she?"

Daniel laughed.

"There isn't anyone."

Deborah narrowed her eyes.

"I've known you for thirty years."

"You only smile like this when someone has entered your heart."

Daniel became quiet.

He remembered Amara's shy smile.

The way she laughed.

The way she looked at the rain.

The way she refused to rush into anything.

Finally, he admitted softly,

"I met someone."

Deborah smiled.

"Be careful."

"Not everyone who enters your life comes to stay."

Her words lingered in the room long after the conversation ended.

Back at the hostel, Amara lay awake.

She stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep.

She had known Daniel for only one afternoon.

Yet it felt as though she had known him for years.

She reached for her phone.

Opened her contacts.

There was no message from him.

No missed call.

No notification.

She sighed.

"Good," she whispered to herself.

"This is better."

But her heart quietly disagreed.

Far away, under the dim light of her apartment, Vanessa closed her laptop and picked up a framed photograph of herself and Daniel.

She traced his face with her finger.

Then she whispered with chilling calm,

"If I can't have you..."

"...I'll make sure she loses you before she ever truly has you."

The photograph slipped from her hand.

It hit the floor.

The glass shattered.

Vanessa smiled.

Not because it broke.

But because she believed someone else's heart would soon break too.

Monday mornings were never kind to university students.

The lecture halls buzzed with sleepy conversations as students hurried from one class to another, clutching notebooks and half-finished assignments.

Amara adjusted the strap of her bag as she walked toward the Faculty of Arts.

"Wait!"

She turned.

Daniel was jogging toward her, slightly out of breath.

"You walk fast."

She smiled.

"I thought fate was supposed to bring us together again."

He laughed.

"It did... but fate didn't say I couldn't help."

She shook her head.

"So, this wasn't planned?"

"I promise."

He raised both hands innocently.

"I came to submit some documents to the Dean's office."

"And coincidentally, you appeared."

Amara smiled despite herself.

"Maybe fate is working overtime."

They both laughed.

Unknown to them...

A camera clicked from behind a nearby tree.

Someone had taken their photograph.

Later that afternoon...

Daniel invited Amara to lunch.

This time, she didn't hesitate.

They walked across campus together, talking about books and future dreams.

"You know," Daniel said, "I've been thinking about something."

"What?"

"I'd like to sponsor your writing."

She stopped walking.

"My writing?"

"You have talent."

"You barely know me."

"I know enough."

She looked surprised.

"You speak like someone who has already read my stories."

Daniel smiled.

"I haven't."

"But I'd like to."

For the first time in years...

Someone believed in her dream before seeing proof of it.

Her heart softened.

Maybe...

Just maybe...

She had been wrong about him.

Meanwhile...

Inside the student café...

Vanessa sat quietly in a corner, sunglasses resting on the table before her.

She watched Daniel and Amara through the glass window.

Her expression remained calm.

Too calm.

A young man approached her.

"You called?"

"Sit down, Kelvin."

He obeyed.

"What do you need?"

Vanessa slid an envelope across the table.

Kelvin opened it.

His eyes widened.

Money.

A lot of it.

"What do you want me to do?"

Vanessa smiled.

"I've heard you're popular in the Department of English."

"I know almost everyone there."

"Good."

"I want a rumor."

Kelvin frowned.

"What kind of rumor?"

She leaned closer.

"I want the whole campus to believe that Daniel is using Amara."

Kelvin looked uncomfortable.

"But... what if it isn't true?"

Vanessa's smile disappeared.

"I didn't ask if it was true."

"I asked if you could spread it."

Silence.

Then...

Kelvin slowly picked up the envelope.

"I understand."

Vanessa leaned back in satisfaction.

"The best lies," she whispered,

"...are the ones mixed with just enough truth."

Two days later...

The rumor had spread across campus like wildfire.

"Have you heard?"

"Daniel dates girls every year."

"I heard she's only another victim."

"They said he'll dump her before graduation."

"I heard she's after his money."

"I heard he's only helping her because he feels sorry for her."

Every corridor carried a different version of the same lie.

Amara pretended not to hear them.

But every word pierced her heart.

That evening, Lara entered their room angrily.

"Tell me the truth."

"What truth?"

"Are you dating Daniel?"

Amara blinked.

"No."

"Then why is the whole school talking about both of you?"

"I don't know."

Lara sighed..............