THE GIRL WHO SENT ME 10MILLION BY MISTAKE.. PART 4- THE REAL MISTAKE

Amara stared at me. I stared at her. Neither of us knew what to say. Finally, she whispered: “You believe that video?” “I don't know.” “You think I betrayed you?” “I don't know.” She nodded slowly. “Fair.” Then she stood up. “Let's go.” “Where?” “To my house.” “Why?” “Because there's something you need to see.” We left the café. Neither of us spoke during the drive. When we arrived, she opened an old box. Inside were documents. Photographs. Bank statements. Emails. Everything. She placed them on the table. Then she said: “You weren't investigating my boss.” I looked at her. “You were investigating me.” “What?” She handed me a document. It was a contract. My name was on it. I read it twice. Then a third time. I had been hired six months ago to investigate Amara. Not her boss. Her. Because someone believed she had stolen millions from the company. But as I investigated her, I discovered she was innocent. She had been framed. So I switched sides. I started helping her. That's why we had the photographs. That's why we had the emails. That's why I knew about the money. But there was one problem. Someone had discovered what we were doing. And they erased the evidence. Not literally. They destroyed the files, deleted the accounts and forced me out of the investigation. But before they could destroy everything… I prepared one final move. The ₦10 million. I had arranged for it to be transferred to my account. Then I disappeared. But there was something I didn't know. The transfer never happened. Until six months later. When Amara accidentally sent the money. I looked at her. “So…” She nodded. “You didn't accidentally send me the money.” “No.” “I did.” “Yes.” We both stared at each other. Then I laughed. “So I basically sent myself ₦10 million…” She smiled. “…through you.” “Yes.” “That is the stupidest plan I've ever heard.” She laughed. “I know.” We sat there laughing. After everything. The threats. The lies. The photographs. The missing memories. The money. It turned out the biggest mistake wasn't the transfer. It was believing the story was over. Because just as we were about to leave, my phone vibrated. One new message. From an unknown number. YOU FOUND THE MONEY. Another message arrived. YOU FOUND THE TRUTH. Then a third. BUT YOU STILL HAVEN'T FOUND THE PERSON WHO HIRED YOU. I looked at Amara. She looked at me. “Who hired you?” she asked. I shook my head. “I don't know.” She frowned. “You don't remember?” “No.” Then my phone rang. I answered. A man's voice said: “Congratulations.” “Who is this?” “You did exactly what I needed.” I stood up. “What do you mean?” The man laughed. “You thought you were investigating Amara.” I looked at her. “But you were actually investigating yourself.” I froze. “What?” “You weren't hired six months ago.” Silence. “You were hired two years ago.” I couldn't breathe. The man continued: “And you didn't forget what happened six months ago.” “Then what happened?” He laughed. “You forgot everything.” The call ended. I looked at Amara. She was staring at me. Then she slowly picked up the photograph from the table. The one of us together. She turned it over. There was writing behind it. Something neither of us had noticed before. Four words. WE WERE MARRIED FIRST. I stared at her. She stared at me. Then she whispered: “I think…” She paused. “…we need to talk.” I laughed. “Definitely.” She smiled. And for the first time since this entire mess started… neither of us knew what would happen next. But there was one thing I finally understood. The ₦10 million was never the real mystery. It was just the beginning. THE END.

The Girl Who Sent Me 10 Million By Mistake

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