Chapter 19: Shattered Calm
The air was thick with an eerie silence as Ruby stepped into Jide’s penthouse that evening. The city lights sprawled out behind the glass walls, casting a golden hue on the sleek furniture, but the warmth of the room didn’t reach her chest. Not tonight.
Jide was sitting by the bar, swirling a glass of wine in his hand. He looked up when she entered, his expression unreadable. There was something distant in his gaze—like he had retreated into a part of himself she hadn’t yet been allowed to see.
"You're home early," he said, setting down the glass.
"Yeah. The salon closed early today. Power outage," Ruby replied, trying to sound casual. Her voice was soft, but inside, her mind raced with everything she had heard that afternoon.
Amaka had come to her, hesitant but determined. “Ruby,” she had said quietly at the back of the salon, “I think you should know—there’s talk. About Jide. About his family. Something about a hidden engagement… one he never called off.”
Ruby hadn’t believed it at first. But the way Amaka had looked at her—sympathetic, careful—it had shaken her.
Now, standing in front of him, Ruby’s heart beat like a war drum. “Jide… there’s something I need to ask you.”
He stood slowly, facing her fully. “I figured this was coming.”
"You knew?"
"I got a call from my aunt. Apparently, someone saw you with Amaka at the café. They assumed you were fishing for information."
Ruby blinked. “So it’s true? There was another woman?”
Jide exhaled sharply. “There was. A long time ago. Before I met you. My family wanted me to marry her. For business, alliances, reputation. But I ended it. I made it clear I wasn’t going through with it.”
“Then why is everyone still talking like you’re engaged?” Ruby’s voice rose, tight with hurt.
“Because in their eyes, I don’t get to choose.” He stepped closer. “But I chose you, Ruby. I still do.”
She stared at him, wounded. “Then why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I didn’t think it mattered. I didn’t want to bring that part of my past into what we have now.”
She looked away, trying to breathe through the rush of emotions that clouded her thoughts. “I can’t be in a relationship where I’m the last to know things. I’ve been lied to before. I’ve been made to feel small, replaceable…”
“You are not replaceable,” Jide said firmly. “You’ve changed my world. But I also won’t pretend my life isn’t complicated. I didn’t grow up like you, Ruby. My world has always been a stage—full of roles, expectations, secrets. I’m trying to shed all that, but it takes time.”
She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. “Maybe I’m not cut out for this world of yours.”
Jide reached for her hand, but she pulled away gently. “I need time,” she whispered. “I need space to figure out if I can still trust you.”
He didn’t fight her. Just nodded solemnly.
She turned and left the penthouse, the door closing softly behind her. And just like that, the warmth they had built, the fragile peace they had found, began to fracture.