Too Late To Love Her

Chapter Four: Breaking PointsJ

Chapter Four: Breaking Points

Jide’s POV

The boardroom felt suffocating.

My assistant read out quarterly numbers. The CFO discussed projections. Everything was moving forward... except me.

I couldn’t focus. All I kept hearing was Amara’s voice from that night:

"Jide, I’m your wife."

It played like a broken record in my mind. How did I get here? Surrounded by success, money, admiration—but still feel like nothing without her?

I left the meeting early.

The driver opened the door and asked, “Home, sir?”

I nodded. But as we pulled out, I realized... I didn’t even know what home meant anymore.

Amara’s POV

I woke up to an unfamiliar sense of peace.

No heavy breathing next to me. No passive-aggressive silence. Just sunlight spilling through thin curtains and the scent of vanilla from the candle I forgot to blow out.

I made breakfast—for myself. Just toast and eggs. But I sat down and ate it without fear that someone would complain it was too cold or too bland.

It was a small victory.

Then my phone buzzed.

It was a message from Deji.

> “Madam, just checking in. Hope you’re okay.”

I smiled faintly. Deji had always been kind. Loyal. It was sad how kindness from another man made Jide feel so threatened.

I typed, “I’m fine, Deji. Thank you.”

Nothing more. Nothing flirty. Just appreciation.

Still, I paused. Jide’s voice echoed in my head.

“What have you been doing with Deji behind my back?”

I shook it off. That chapter was over.

I wasn’t going to feel guilty for breathing anymore.

Narrator

They were living two different truths.

One, finally free.

The other, finally seeing the bars he built around her

but love is never clean

The more jide tries to convince himself ,he was right, the more his worly began to collapse.

He just didn’t know the cracks were already showing.

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