Too Late To Love Her

Chapter Two: Empty Calls

Chapter Two: Empty Calls

Jide’s POV

The silence in the house was louder than her footsteps ever were.

Three days had passed. I came home to an empty closet, an untouched dinner plate, and the faint scent of her lavender perfume still hanging in the air like a ghost refusing to leave.

I should’ve been relieved. She was gone. No more accusations, no more quiet dinners filled with tension. But the relief never came.

Instead, there was a strange hollowness. I walked through each room and realized... I had no idea where anything was. She used to keep everything running—my shirts pressed, my pills stacked, even my socks matched.

Now, I couldn’t find the charger for my electric toothbrush.

And Tasha?

She wasn’t answering.

She was good at seduction, at slipping in when a man was at his weakest. But commitment? Responsibility? She wanted the thrill of being a side piece, not the pressure of being a wife.

I had traded loyalty for lust. And I was only just beginning to understand the price.

Amara’s POV

The apartment was smaller. Simpler. But it was mine.

I sat on the cold floor with my knees pulled to my chest, surrounded by boxes of my life packed into silence. Photos of a wedding I no longer believed in. Cards with promises he broke. Jewelry he gave me after every fight.

My phone buzzed.

Not him.

It was my sister.

"Come over," her message read. "You need people who love you."

I stared at the screen for a long time. Then I put the phone down.

I didn’t want to talk. Not yet.

I was still trying to remember who I was before Jide turned me into a shadow. A woman who walked on eggshells. Who kept doubting her own reality because he said "you’re overthinking."

But I wasn’t crazy. I was just in love with a man who chose someone else.

Now, I was alone. And strangely... I was free.

Narrator

The storm had only just begun.

Jide thought silence would be the end of it. He thought walking away wouldn’t leave a scar.

But love—when misused—turns into a fire you can't outrun.

Amara had left quietly.

But she would rise loudly.

And Jide... he hadn't even begun to regret her.

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