“I can’t do this anymore, Lola,” Yemi’s voice came through the phone, piercing and filled with an emotion I couldn’t place. Was it anger? Hurt? Regret? I was unable to tell.
My heart lurched as I grabbed the phone tighter, my fingers throbbing with the anticipation of what I knew was coming. “Yemi, please—let’s talk. We can fix this. I’m not—”
“No. No more talking,” he interrupted, his voice trembling with frustration. “You’ve made your choice, haven’t you? You’ve already decided. You’ve been playing me, Lola. All along. I can't continue to act as though I'm blind to it.
My throat tightened with breath. Every word he said felt like a blow, driving me deeper and deeper into a corner for which I was unprepared. I had no idea how to resolve this. With everything so entangled in lies and ha
