"Why didn’t you tell me, Yemi?" With everything weighing down on me, my voice broke. My hands shaking, I stood in the center of the living room and stared at him—the man I believed I knew, the man I had fought for.
At first, Yemi remained silent. He simply stood there with his hands clasped at his sides, his gaze echoing my own anguish. I was unable to turn away. The truth was intolerable, even though I didn't want to. I had put my trust in him. He hadn't given me the whole truth, even though I had faith in us and what we were creating. Everything—the power struggles, Desmond's manipulations—had been excessive.
The silence between us lingered, heavy and dense. To let him know how deeply he had hurt me, I wanted to shout. But for some reason, I was unable to find the words.
"Why didn’t y
