Eyes were on him. Dozens of them.
The whispers were back.
The accusations were hanging in the air like smoke.
And for a moment, he felt that old suffocation, the reminder that no matter how far he climbed, a part of his past would always be waiting in the dark, ready to pull him back.
History was repeating itself yet again.
First Adaugo. Now Olaedo.
And this time, it was more public, opening up old wounds for the whole world to see.
Was his bloodline cursed to always be betrayed by people they... love?
The scandal that had shattered their family had returned, sharp, loud, and impossible to ignore. And its echoes didn't stop with Chibuzor. They rippled through everyone tied to the Arinze name.
His siblings felt it.
His grandparents felt it.
Even the walls seemed to remember.
Mr. Arinze sat with his head lowered, shoulders sinking under the weight of shame and guilt.
