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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"Serwaa, just the person I needed to see," Bianca exclaimed, sauntering up to me with a strange smile spread across her face.
As she drew near, she paused and stared at me for a moment. I remained still, trying to decipher why she was suddenly so calm and friendly. It was surprising how the scowl on my face didn't deter her. Before I could react, she opened her arms wide and pulled me into a hug. "I'm so sorry about what happened with Henry. Please forgive me."
Her voice wavered slightly as she offered the most insincere apology I had ever heard. Despite her apologies and pretense, I could still sense the falseness of her intentions.
Bianca held onto me tenderly, but her embrace felt suffocating, as if she wanted to smother me. "I was just trying to look out for my fiancé's best friend, and gosh, silly me, I ended up hurting him instead. Please forgive me," she pleaded.
Stuck in her embrace, I felt weird and perplexed until her tears dropped on my shoulders, and immediately, I pushed her away. "It's okay," I sighed, glancing down at her feet, unable to shake the image of what I had seen earlier from my mind.
Bianca was such an actress, oh my God. She had shed tears to impress Kofi, and he sat still in his chair, making no attempt to get closer or clarify what was going on. I needed to know if they were back together or not.
He didn't seem to care that I looked confused or hurt; he just sat there like an idol, watching his skimpy excuse of a lover taunt me.
"Don't leave that man of God because of my mistakes. Trust me, Henry is one of the best men out there," she babbled on and on, painting a different image of herself - suddenly the good one, huh!
Just when I thought her drama had come to an end, she grabbed my hand and gazed deep into my eyes. Blinking like a doll, her mouth said "sorry," but her facial expressions betrayed anger. I could sense the hate in her voice. She was fake; why couldn't anyone see that?
"Kofi, my love," she called, ambling towards him after she was done with her charade.
What was even more absurd was how she got close to him, deliberately brushing her hips against his thighs in an attempt to make me jealous, then placed a kiss on his forehead. All that effort just to upset me? Ha!
"Try and convince her, yeah? You know how much this would mean to Henry. I'll leave you two alone to speak."
You know that moment when your instincts are screaming at you, but you choose to ignore them? That was how it felt. I had this strong urge to storm out and not confront Kofi. I mean, Bianca being nice to me and excusing us to be alone seemed like an obvious trap.
Kofi simply nodded, and we both watched her exit the room. My eyes followed her until I could no longer see her shadow.
"Maybe I should go too," I mumbled, my hand hovering over the door handle. I didn't want to leave, but I needed him to stop me, to tell me that he loved me, that I was the one he wanted.
