Dunni knew she had to return to work, but the mere thought of facing Moses overwhelmed her with dread. She’d taken a week off, and in the second week of her self-imposed exile, she desperately sent out her CV to architectural firms across the country—firms far smaller than hers. But at this point, size didn’t matter. She just needed to be somewhere, anywhere, that put a safe distance between her and Moses. The idea of being around him, of continuing in the same space, was unbearable.
Meanwhile, she had told Tade she couldn’t agree to the December wedding dates he had suggested. The decision, she insisted, had to be mutual. Their first real argument followed soon after. She accused him of disregarding her feelings, as though he still wanted his late wife to have a presence in their marriage, and she wasn’t willing to enter a marriage where the ghost of another person lingered. It wasn’t just about the wedding anymore—it was about asserting herself, about not losing her voice in the process of planning her future. She realised with a jolt that she had almost allowed Tade to make the decisions without her input.
Tade had apologised sincerely, explaining that his fixation on the original wedding date was due to his terrible memory, not a lack of respect for her opinions. He promised they would pick a date that worked for both of them and together, they decided to push any wedding plans to the following year. They barely knew each other in the midst of their hectic lives and needed more time to meet each other’s friends and family. Yet, despite the compromise, doubts gnawed at Dunni, although she kept them hidden from Tade.
Tade was disappointed by the delay but was willing to go along with Dunni’s wishes. After all, she had said yes to his proposal, and that had to mean something. But he hadn’t introduced her to his mother yet—a meeting he dreaded, worried that it might cause Dunni to rethink everything. His mother wasn’t the easiest person to get along with, and he knew the introduction needed to happen soon before Dunni started wondering why it hadn’t already.
When Dunni booked her flight to Johannesburg, she told Tade she needed a few days away and would return by Sunday. She accepted his offer to drive her to the airport. She also informed Ola and Moses that she’d return to the office the following week. Her time in Johannesburg was quiet, but she appreciated the solitude. She barely left her hotel room, burying herself in work. Talking to Tade every night kept her grounded, reaffirming her decision to marry him, even as a persistent voice whispered that she still had time to change her mind. She kept contact with her partners to a minimum, only responding to essential emails.
When Dunni finally returned to Lagos, she felt a sense of relief, though she wouldn’t call it rest. The distance had given her clarity about what she needed to do next. She’d received offers from smaller firms she would never have considered but knew she couldn’t afford to be choosy now. Tade didn’t understand why she was so eager to leave her position as a partner and a core part of the business to become just another employee elsewhere. She couldn’t bring herself to explain the situation with Moses—she didn’t want to burden him with that part of her life. In the early days of their relationship, Tade had asked many questions about her partners, especially Moses, whom she frequently mentioned. He had noticed the history they shared, but the fact that Ola was also part of the mix seemed to ease his concerns. Still, he was more curious about Moses than Ola, and with Moses away for six months, his questions had lessened. Dunni had become more cautious, almost evasive, when talking about Moses, sensing Tade’s discomfort. She hadn’t even mentioned to Tade that Moses was back.
When Dunni’s plane touched down, and her phone reconnected to the network, she was inundated with messages. One caught her eye—a link to a blog. Her heart nearly stopped when she opened it and saw her picture, taken that morning as she was leaving Lagos. The headline blared: “Mystery Woman Spotted with Lagos Billionaire Bachelor.” The photo showed her back, with Tade’s face clearly visible in a warm embrace. The article speculated about Tade’s new love interest, suggesting that other women vying for his attention should step aside. There was even a promise to reveal the “mystery woman” identity soon.
“Lagos billionaire, indeed,” Dunni muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. These blogs were notorious for their inaccuracies. But a small part of her couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity—they had at least gotten the “wife” part right. If Tade was a billionaire, then she must be a zillionaire. Laughing, she forwarded the link to Tade with a message: “You’ve got some publicity here. You’re a billionaire? Guess that makes me a zillionaire.” She took a taxi home, turning down Tade’s offer to send a driver since he was busy with work.
Tade, about to head into surgery, nearly dropped his phone when he saw Dunni’s message. Panic surged through him—he needed to talk to her before she found out things from others that he should have told her himself. He had to fix this before it spiraled out of control. “Don’t go online, please. We need to talk. I’ll come by the house tonight if I can, or I’ll see you at the office tomorrow morning,” he texted back, urgency bleeding through the words.
Dunni laughed at his response, quickly typing back, “Calm down. I’m definitely not going down this rabbit hole of lies from some blogger, though I do like the sound of it. It’s your face out there, not mine—maybe you should watch your back on the streets unless you want to get mobbed by people thinking you’re a billionaire. Oh, and please send my Maserati first thing tomorrow. LOL.”
Tade ended up finishing surgery late that night and sent her a quick text, asking if they could meet for lunch at her office the next day, urging her once more to stay away from the blogs.
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