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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*** Kofi was transfixed, his gaze locked on the spectacle unfolding outside the Uber. Bianca was dragging Richard away, their argument escalating with every step they took. He felt frozen, unable to peel his eyes away or to intervene, while Layla watched him, an unnerving smile creeping across her face.
The suspicion that Bianca might be having an affair with Richard churned in his stomach, but a darker thought lurked beneath—could they be involved in Serwaa's sudden disappearance? Had they hidden her away in Bianca's apartment?
Forcing a grin, Kofi met Layla's gaze and drew a deep breath. Her smile faltered, turning into a tentative expression. "So, what are we going to do?" she asked, her voice edged with urgency.
He shook his head, the words barely a whisper. "I have no idea."
"Do you think they're involved with Serwaa's disappearance?" Layla pressed, her tone probing, eager to stoke the flames of his doubt. She was desperate for him to act, to confront them—anything to break the tension.
Layla gripped the steering wheel tighter, her fingers itching to drag him out of the car and hurl him towards them. "Wait, they're leaving!" Kofi yelled, urgency cracking his voice. "Quickly, follow them!" He commanded, then softened his tone. "Please, can you go after them?"
She pressed on the gas, her brows knitting together. "It's strange, isn't it? They show up, argue, and then just leave. Something doesn't add up."
Kofi nodded, his eyes fixed on the disappearing car. "I agree. It reminds me of when Bianca pulled a similar stunt with her engagement ring. That led to Serwaa's arrest. She claimed she had nothing to do with it, but I can't shake the feeling she was lying."
Layla shot him a sideways glance. "Really? And did you tell Bianca about—your affair with Serwaa?" Her voice trembled slightly over the words.
He swallowed hard, avoiding her gaze. "Err... no, not yet."
"I see," Layla said coldly, her attention shifting back to the road as disappointment settled in her chest. Kofi's presence was becoming more grating by the second.
Layla spent most of her time scolding Serwaa for her indecisions. Yet as Layla watched Kofi, his own uncertainty was palpable. He was torn, clearly in love with Serwaa but unable to envision a life without Bianca.
In the backseat, Kofi remained silent, lost in his own tangled thoughts. Layla, catching a glimpse of his troubled expression in the rearview mirror, decided to hold her tongue and keep a low profile. Perhaps, she mused, it was time to take control of the situation herself.
But as they drove, Layla's thoughts drifted unexpectedly to Kwesi. Here she was, consumed with fixing Serwaa's love life, while her own relationship crumbled. She hadn't spoken to Kwesi in two days—a lifetime in the landscape of love.
"This is bad," Layla muttered suddenly, her words slicing through the thick silence like a knife.
Kofi glanced up, meeting her eyes in the mirror. "Maybe you're right," he said quietly, a trace of resignation in his voice.
