Shane groggily picked up his phone, which had powered back on after running out of battery during his end-of-year party with the lads the night before. He had invited Beatrice to join them, but he received no reply. As he scrolled through his messages this morning, he discovered a video from Beatrice, proudly declaring she was having the time of her life.
Annoyance and frustration welled up within Shane. What was the purpose of her sending such a message to him? In his irritation, he contemplated forwarding it to those who cared about her. He refused to suffer in silence alone. Thoughts raced through his mind, recalling her earlier statement about not being interested in a relationship. Yet, here she was, seemingly entangled with George, kissing him mercilessly.
As Shane reflected on the situation, he couldn't help but feel a mix of disappointment and jealousy. The invitation was extended to Beatrice to share in the camaraderie of the end-of-year celebration, but her
In a dimly lit room at Studio 39, Jide faced an uphill battle as he tried to dissuade Gloria from pinning her pregnancy on Yomi. The air was heavy with tension, the atmosphere mirroring the complexities of the situation. Gloria, with a determined look on her face, confronted Jide with the news of her pregnancy. "Yomi is the father, and he needs to take responsibility," she asserted, her voice tinged with both frustration and conviction. Jide, though feeling the weight of the situation, wasn't one to back down easily. He took a deep breath and began his plea, "Gloria, you've got this all wrong. Yomi couldn't possibly be the father. You need to reconsider and think about this carefully." Gloria crossed her arms, a defensive posture. "I know what happened, Jide. Yomi and I were together that night, and now I'm pregnant. It's his child, and he can't just run away from it." Jide sighed, realizing he had a challenging task ahead. "Look, Gloria, Yomi is not the type to be careless about s
Jide stepped out into the vibrant atmosphere of the bar, scanning the room for Yomi. Spotting him at the general's table, Jide observed a relaxed and contented Yomi. He was surrounded by a group of people with laughter echoing in the air. As Jide approached, he couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness for his friend, who seemed blissfully unaware of the impending paternity issue that loomed over him. The weight of the secret burdened Yomi's thoughts, creating a stark contrast to the carefree ambiance of the bar. Drawing nearer to the general's table, Jide's understanding deepened as he noticed the source of Yomi's joy. Shandie, Yomi's ex-girlfriend of many years, graced the gathering with her presence. She exuded an undeniable allure, radiating confidence and beauty. The two of them appeared at ease, sharing laughter without any apparent reservations and relishing the camaraderie of the moment. Yomi's fixation on Shandie, however, raised concerns in Jide's mind. The familiar narra
As they go for a long walk, catching up on old times, the air is filled with a palpable sense of nostalgia and unspoken emotions. Delight radiates from their faces, grateful to have found each other again after all these years. The pavement beneath their feet echoes with the rhythm of their shared history, a melody of memories that once seemed lost. They stroll back to studio 39, the place where James parked his car, the tangible connection to the present moment. The city around them buzzes with life, but in their bubble of conversation, time seems to slow. James, with a glint of sincerity in his eyes, suggests taking Shandie back home. However, there's a subtle twist in the plan—it's not to her home but to his. A smile plays on Shandie's lips, a silent agreement forming between them. As they drive through the city streets, the glow of streetlights paints fleeting images on their faces, emphasizing the shared laughter and exchanged stories. The car slows to a stop in
Yomi walked into the shared flat in London, his heart still dancing in the euphoria of his rekindled relationship with Shandie. The warmth of the past week lingered in his smile, and he felt a renewed sense of joy. Little did he know, the atmosphere was about to shatter."Welcome back to reality, Romeo," Jide remarked with a sly grin. Yomi chuckled, saying, "I didn't realize how much I missed that girl, I swear." He paused, reflecting on the past. "But that's all history. She's back for keeps now."Jide, eyebrow raised, regarded him quizzically. "Is she? Seriously?" he questioned skeptically. "Well, time will tell."Confused by Jide's cryptic response, James pressed for clarity. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, a note of urgency in his voice. "Why are you talking like this, Jide? Spill it, man. What's going on?"Jide, sensing the gravity of the situation, advised James to take a seat. Uncertain but intrigued, James complied and settled in, bracing hi
James burst into laughter, a genuine, almost incredulous sound that echoed through the room. Jide, who had been harboring concern, couldn't help but be taken aback by the sudden outburst. "Jide, my friend, are you serious? You've been worried about this?" James chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "Come on, man, we go way back. You know me better than that." Jide, still trying to gauge James's sincerity, questioned, "You're telling me you had nothing to do with Gloria? She's claiming you're the father, James." James leaned back, still amused, and started recounting the encounters. "Alright, let me set the record straight. Yes, I've been with Gloria once, and yeah, I was careful. The other time, she claims we were together. I woke up, and she was in my room, but nothing had happened. I don't even remember going out with her the night before she showed up." He continued, a smirk playing on his lips, "Tell her, categorically, to dream on. If she thinks she can tie me down with som
Gloria pushed the door of her flat open, greeted by the concerned face of Kemi. "There has been this ringing sensation in my ears all morning," she sighed, a hint of worry etched across her face.Kemi, ever the empathetic friend, quizzically inquired, "What kind of ringing sensation? Like a telephone call or a bell ringing?"Gloria paused, searching for the right words. "Well, more like someone is talking about me somewhere. And honestly, I shouldn't be surprised."Kemi arched an eyebrow, concern deepening. "Gloria, you need to take better care of yourself. You look like an old wife whose husband ran away with the maid. What happened?"With a resigned expression, Gloria confessed, "Anxiety is what it's called, and I don't know if you fully grasp what it means. Ever since I told Jide about the pregnancy, I haven't heard anything from him. He just said he would discuss it with Yomi, but I have yet to hear anything. It's been one whole week today. I'm worrie
The call connected, and Yomi's familiar voice came through the phone. Obviously, since he had gotten the number from Jide earlier, it was saved on his phone. As Yomi greeted her with a simple "hello," Gloria found herself lost for words. Uncertain of how to broach the delicate subject, she stumbled over her words, attempting to speak but only managing to cough.Yomi, on the other end of the line, picked up on Gloria's struggle. With a tone that carried a mix of nonchalance and amusement, he said, "Gloria, when you finish coughing, you can call me back because apparently I am a baby daddy." A chuckle followed his words. "Or better still, come over here when you are ready to talk, and let's thrash this out."Gloria, still coughing and taken aback by the unexpected turn of events, couldn't get a word in as Yomi continued to speak. Before she could gather herself, he dropped the call, leaving her in a state of shock. The sudden revelation that Yomi not only knew her number
As Gloria led Yomi into the small living room of the flat, she gestured for him to take a seat on the sofa. To her surprise, Yomi waited for her to have her seat first, and instead of settling on the sofa as expected, he chose the wooden coffee table, positioning himself to face her. The subtle nuances of this action didn't escape Gloria's notice; there was an unspoken dynamic at play. "How are you?" Yomi inquired, a smirk playing on his face. Gloria, attempting to project an air of calm, replied, "Fine," almost feeling a surprising sense of ease. It seemed as though the encounter might be more straightforward than she had initially thought. Yomi, maintaining his enigmatic expression, questioned, "What is your name again?" Gloria, momentarily puzzled, deduced that he likely sought her full name. "Gloria Bright," she answered. "So, I heard things that were unclear to me from Jide," Yomi began, an air of mystery surrounding his words. "You went to Jide because