A fresh wave of murmurs rolled through the hall. Heads turned, some in confusion, others already hungry for more scandal.
Olaedo's breath hitched.
Her mind spun like it was fighting through fog.
Her feet wouldn't move.
The man gestured toward her with the ease of someone pointing out a criminal.
Hundreds of eyes followed.
And Olaedo felt herself being pushed to the edge of the cliff, one false move away from public ruin.
"For those who don't know, I am Aneke Maduabuchi's closest friend," he said, his voice now dipped in triumph and quiet malice.
The silence that followed cracked through the room. He seemed to enjoy it. "And let me tell you, this woman has been contacting him secretly, even after marrying into this esteemed family."
The words hit Olaedo like a hammer. Her lungs tightened, her breath stuck halfway. She turned to Chibuzor instantly… but his expression was unreadable, guarded, almost cold.
How did this happen?
