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THE BOYFRIEND BETWEEN US

Ema thought she knew what she wanted. A calm life, a simple love, and a boyfriend who cared for her. But everything changed the day Shedrack walked back into her life. He wasn't rich. He wasn't perfect. But his presence shook her heart in ways she couldn't explain. Suddenly, Ema found herself caught between two different kinds of love: The safe love she already had... And the intense love she never expected. As secrets grow, jealousy rises, and emotions collide, Ema must choose between the boy who has always been there for her and the one who makes her feel alive again. But every choice comes with a price. And someone's heart will break before the truth comes out. A powerful story of love, betrayal, and the painful
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Chapter 6

Ema didn't go straight home after work.

Her mind was too heavy, her thoughts too loud. She found herself sitting alone in a small restaurant, staring at her untouched bottle of water. The Lagos evening buzzed outside, but inside her chest, there was only quiet chaos.

She kept replaying Shedrack's words over and over:

"Choose the life you deserve."

The weight of that sentence sat on her shoulders like a burden and a blessing at the same time.

Her phone vibrated for the seventh time.

Chuka calling.

Ngozi pressed the side button quickly, silencing it.

She didn't want his voice pulling her back into the darkness she had been trying to escape.

She had barely taken a deep breath when his messages started dropping one by one:

Chuka:

Wetin happen?

Why u dey ignore me since morning?

U dey with person?

She exhaled shakily.

Always suspicion.

Always control.

Always pressure.

This time, she didn't respond.

After a few minutes, a new message came:

Chuka:

No worry. I dey come your house.

Ngozi's heart dropped.

No, no, no...

Not tonight.

Not with her whole mind already drowning in decisions.

She grabbed her bag and rushed home, hoping she would get there before him.

But she didn't

Ema had barely closed her door when she heard the heavy knock.

BOOM! BOOM!

Her heart slammed against her ribs.

She knew that knock.

"Chuka, please..." she whispered to herself.

She opened the door a little-just enough to talk-but he forced it open and stepped in without permission.

"Ema!" he barked. "So na so you dey do me?"

She stepped back immediately, her voice shaky.

"Chuka, what is wrong with you? Why are you forcing your way into my house?"

He didn't answer.

His chest was rising and falling fast.

His eyes were burning with a mix of jealousy and desperation.

"You think I never notice?" he said, pointing at her like she was a child.

"You dey behave somehow since you start that work. Na that CEO dey give you new attitude, abi?"

Ema blinked hard.

"What are you even saying? Shedrack doesn't concern you."

Mekka scoffed loudly.

"So you don reach level where you dey call CEO by him first name? No wahala. E good."

She rubbed her forehead. "Chuka, you're being dramatic."

"Oh, I'm dramatic?" he stepped closer, voice deepening.

"You no dey pick my calls. You no dey reply me. You dey hide something."

She swallowed.

"I'm tired," she whispered. "I'm very tired, Chuka."

He paused.

That word-tired-hit him differently.

"Tired of me?" he asked, voice sharp.

"Tired of everything."

He laughed bitterly.

"Since when you dey start to dey form? Since that big man don dey look your side?"

"Chuka, stop. Please."

"No!" he shouted. "You no go just break something wey I build with you because of small office sweet mouth. You think say dem like you? You dey fall for all that nonsense abi?"

Ngozi felt heat rise in her chest.

"Shedrack doesn't owe me anything," she whispered, "but he respects me."

That sentence shocked even her.

Chuka's face changed instantly-jealousy turning to anger.

"So na respect you dey chase now? You dey call that nonsense 'respect'? Ngozi, you dey forget yourself."

"I'm not your property," she said, voice breaking but firm.

Silence.

Cold, heavy, dangerous silence.

"Say that again," he demanded.

"I am not your property, Chuka."

His jaw tightened.

His nostrils flared.

"Ngozi... who teach you this thing?"

His voice dropped, slow and threatening.

"That man?"

"No one taught me," she said. "I just woke up."

He grabbed her wrist.

Not violently, but tight enough to remind her of the cage she had been in.

"Ema, listen to me. I no dey lose woman to anybody. Especially not to one rich boy wey no even know you finish."

She pulled her wrist away, her eyes glossy.

"You already lost me the moment you started controlling every part of my life," she said softly.

Chuka froze.

Those words...

He didn't expect them.

Not from her.

"Ema... baby, calm down," he said suddenly, voice dropping softer.

His tone changed-quickly, like he was switching masks.

"You know I love you. You know say na you be my future. Why you dey talk like this? You wan break my heart?"

She wiped a tear from her cheek.

"You broke it first."

He stepped closer again. "So wetin you want? You want make I beg?"

She stepped back.

One step.

Two steps.

"I want peace," she whispered. "I want freedom. I want to breathe."

He swallowed.

"You dey leave me?"

"Yes."

That one word stabbed through the air.

Everything inside Chuka collapsed into rage and panic.

"No! I no accept!" he shouted. "You no fit leave me! I no go allow am!"

Ema flinched.

"You don't have a choice," she said shakily. "My life is mine. Not yours."

He stared at her like she had slapped him.

Then slowly...

Very slowly...

His anger softened into something else.

Fear.

"You dey replace me with him, abi?" he whispered.

"No," she said.

"I'm replacing you with myself."

That was the final straw.

Chuka looked at her, pain and anger fighting inside him.

He slowly walked to the door, turned back once, his voice trembling.

"You will regret this, Ema."

He slammed the door behind him.

Silence returned

But it wasn't peaceful.

Ngozi's legs weakened, and she sat on the floor, breathing hard, tears falling silently.

Her whole world felt like it was breaking apart.

But in the middle of that chaos...

She felt something else.

Relief.

For the first time in years, she had chosen herself.

Her phone buzzed again, and she flinched-expecting Chuka.

But it wasn't him.

It was a message from Shedrack.

Shedrack:

Have you gotten home safely?

Ngozi closed her eyes.

Her heart slowly steadied.

She typed back:

Yes, sir. I'm home.

His reply came immediately.

Shedrack:

Good. Rest. Tomorrow will require strength.

She exhaled deeply...

Tomorrow, she knew, would change everything.

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