*Chapter 8
The next morning, my i********: was a mess.
Tolu had posted a photo. Her and Damian. 4 years ago. Caption: _Some things never change ❤️_
The comments were crazy.
"Isn’t she married now?"
"Amara who??"
"Dreame contract wife vs real love"
I threw my phone.
Rule #3: Don’t cry in my house.
Damian walked in. “Saw it.”
“Are you going to respond?” I asked.
“No,” he said. “She wants attention. We don’t give it to her.”
“But everyone thinks—”
“Let them think.” He came closer. “Do YOU believe it?”
I looked away. “I don’t know what to believe anymore.”
He sighed. “Tolu left because she chose money. I chose to build an empire so no one could hurt me again. That’s all.”
For the first time, he sounded tired. Not cold. Tired.
“Come on,” he said. “We have a charity event today. Rule #2.”
At the event, reporters asked about Tolu.
Damian pulled me forward. “My wife and I are focused on the future. Not the past.”
The flash went off.
Later, Nneka showed me the headline: _Damian Adeleke Shuts Down Ex, Praises New Wife_
Tolu deleted her post 1 hour later.
That night, Damian knocked on my door. “Thank you. For standing with me.”
“You’re welcome,” I said.
He paused. “Amara... you’re not what I expected.”
He walked away before I could answer.
*[End of Chapter 8]*
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