He was different now, older, sadder, but still the same eyes, the same heart. We can figure it out together, she said. But slowly, the twins don’t need more chaos. They need stability. I understand. And David, your mother, whatever she’s planning, I know. His jaw tightened. I’ll handle her. Amara shook her head. No, we’ll handle her together.
But you need to understand something. She threatened me today. East said she made me disappear once and she can do it again. She’s bluffing. She’s not. Amara held his gaze. I’ve survived things you can’t imagine. Homelessness, poverty, an abusive relationship, hospital bills that could crush most people. I survived all of it.
But your mother is different. She has power. resources, connections. If she decides to destroy me, she has the means. I won’t let her. You might not be able to stop her.” Amara took a breath. Which is why we need to be smart, strategic. We can’t just react. We need a plan. David nodded slowly. “You’re right.
I’ll talk to my lawyer tomorrow. Figure out our options.” “And the gala?” Amara asked. “You were supposed to speak tonight.” I didn’t go. Your mother will use that. Tell people you had a breakdown. Make you look unstable. David’s face darkened. Let her try. David, listen to me. I’ve dealt with powerful people trying to destroy me before.
The key isn’t fighting back blindly. It’s documenting everything. Building a case. Being patient. Patient? David’s voice cracked. She stole 5 years from me. From us? How am I supposed to be patient? Because the twins are watching, said quietly. And I’d rather they see their father win strategically than lose emotionally.
David was silent for a long moment. When did you become so strong? He finally asked. When I had to be, Amara replied. When there was no other choice. They stood there side by side looking at the city lights. Neither of them saw the black Mercedes parked on the street below. Neither of them saw Gloria Achebe sitting in the back seat, phone to her ear.
Neither of them heard what she said. I need you to find everything on Amara Obi. Debts, criminal history, the abusive boyfriend, anythingthat makes her look unfit. And I need you to find something on my son’s company, something we can use. He wants to play family with that woman. Fine. But he’ll do it with nothing. No money, no business, no reputation.
And when he’s lost everything, when he comes crawling back, I’ll make sure that woman and her children disappear permanently, she hung up, looked up at the hotel. “You should have taken the money, little girl,” Gloria whispered. “Now I’m going to take everything.” “Upstairs,” Zion woke from a nightmare.
He sat up in the dark hotel room, clutching his chest where the scar was. “Mommy.” Amara was at his side instantly. I’m here, baby. I’m here. I dreamed the bad lady took Daddy away again. Amara held him close. No one’s taking daddy away. He’s right here. He’s not leaving. Promise. Amara looked at David, who had come to stand beside them. Promise, she said.
But even as she said it, she felt the weight of Gloria’s threat pressing down on her because she knew something David didn’t. Gloria Achebe didn’t make threats. She made promises and she always kept them. Moral: Proverbs 12:19 says, “Truthful lips endure forever, but a lying tongue lasts only a moment.
