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Ruthdaprotagonist Nigeria Executive Assistant | CRM Specialist | AI Automation | Customer Support/Success Specialist @ Freelancer
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THEY LOVED US APART
<p><br/></p><p>PART FOUR — YEARS WITHOUT YOU</p><p>I left Lagos three days later.</p><p>I didn't say goodbye to anyone.</p><p>Not even my mother.</p><p>I couldn't stay in the same city where every street reminded me of Amara.</p><p>For years, I believed she had chosen her family.</p><p>I hated myself for believing she could forget me so easily.</p><p>But eventually, life continued.</p><p>I got a job.</p><p>Built a career.</p><p>Made friends.</p><p>People assumed I had moved on.</p><p>I hadn't.</p><p>Neither had Amara.</p><p>She married the man her father chose.</p><p>But the marriage was never what her family imagined.</p><p>She became quieter.</p><p>She stopped going out.</p><p>She stopped laughing.</p><p>Her husband eventually left the country for work, and Amara remained behind.</p><p>Years passed.</p><p>Then one afternoon, I received a phone call from an old neighbour.</p><p>“Are you still in contact with Amara?”</p><p>My heart stopped.</p><p>“No. Why?”</p><p>“She has been sick for a while.”</p><p>I didn't know what to say.</p><p>“She never told you?”</p><p>“Told me what?”</p><p>The woman hesitated.</p><p>“About the message.”</p><p>“What message?”</p><p>There was silence.</p><p>Then she said,</p><p>“The one her father sent you that night.”</p><p>My hands went cold.</p><p>“What are you talking about?”</p><p>She sighed.</p><p>“Amara never sent that message.”</p><p>I sat down.</p><p>For years, I had built my entire life around one lie.</p><p><br/></p><p>And suddenly...</p><p>I wanted to know the truth.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p>

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