In a poignant narrative of love, longing, and the tumultuous journey of self-discovery, meet Serwaa a young woman whose pursuit of a brighter future leads her down a path of regret, heartache, and unexpected twists. After turning down a marriage pro...
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"Here, take this," Henry said, his voice filled with concern as he gently helped me sip juice from the glass he held.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes reflecting worry.
Confusion swirled within me as I tried to piece together what had happened. Surrounded by a sea of people, I struggled to make sense of the situation. "What happened?" I questioned, attempting to sit up but falling back onto the bed, surrounded by luxurious pillows.
"It seems you passed out," Henry replied, his tone still tinged with concern. "You should take some more juice," he insisted, offering the glass once again. I shook my head, turning away and burying my face in the soft pillow.
"She's fine," Henry assured the departing crowd, their whispers fading as they left the room, leaving only Kofi and his fiancée behind.
Approaching us, Kofi's arms wrapped protectively around his fiancée's waist, a sight that pierced my heart.
"Hey, are you okay?" his fiancée asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.
I was at a loss for words. My mind raced back to the moment Kofi descended the stairs, exchanging pleasantries with everyone, his presence casting a spell over the room. But when he stood before me, kissed his fiancée, and acted as if I didn't exist, everything went blank.
"I'm so sorry, Kofi. I hope we didn't ruin your day," Henry apologized, his tone sincere.
I heard his words, but my attention remained fixed on Kofi's face, his smile, and his extravagant appearance. He seemed different, changed. Even though he bore the resemblance of my Kofi and shared his name, everything about him felt unfamiliar.
Kofi hesitated before responding to Henry, offering a polite smile but avoiding eye contact with me. It was as though he didn't recognize me, as though I was a stranger in his world. This man may have worn the face of my past, but he belonged to someone else now.
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Thirty minutes after I began to show signs of recovery, they all left me alone to go celebrate the newly engaged couple. I felt abandoned, especially by Henry, who left me in this vulnerable state to join the festivities.
