The woman stood in front of me like she owned the room.
She was dressed neatly, her makeup perfect, her eyes sharp and confident.
The kind of woman Lagos respects without asking questions. I looked at Daniel, waiting for him to speak.
He didn’t.
His face had gone pale.
“I asked a question,” she said again, folding her arms. “Are you Amara?”
“Yes,” I replied slowly. “I am.”
She nodded, her lips curling into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Good.”
Daniel finally found his voice. “Lola… this is my office.”
“So?” she replied, turning to him. “I came to see what you’ve been hiding.”
My chest tightened.
Hiding?
She stepped closer to me. “You’re pretty,” she said calmly. “I see why you caught his attention.”
My heart began to race.
Daniel moved between us. “Lola, stop. This is not the place.”
She laughed softly. “You always say that.”
Then she looked at me again and dropped the words like a bomb.
“I’m Daniel’s wife.”
The room spun.
I felt my knees weaken as the truth crashed over me.
And the worst part?
Daniel didn’t deny it.