Chapter 202

"Say something, Dee."

Yemi’s voice was calm, but the tension beneath it was undeniable. The letter still trembled in my hands, the words blurring together as my mind struggled to process what I had just read.

"This has to be a lie," I whispered, though my voice lacked conviction.

Malik leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching me carefully. "I wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t real."

Yemi exhaled sharply, stepping between us. "You’re expecting her to believe the same man who lied to her for years?" His eyes burned into Malik. "You think you can walk in here and destroy everything she’s built?"

"I’m not here to destroy anything," Malik shot back, his voice steady. "I’m here because she deserves the truth."

The truth.

The word felt like a weight pressing against my chest. Because if what was written in that letter was true, then everything I had believed about my past—about my marriage to Malik, about my life before Yemi—had been built on a lie.

"Who gave you this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Malik hesitated before answering. "My sister."

I flinched. "You mean the same sister who helped you cover up your affairs? The one who swore she never wanted to see me again?"

He nodded. "She found the documents a few months ago, hidden in our father’s estate. She didn’t know what to do with them at first, but when she saw your name—"

Yemi scoffed. "How convenient. After all this time, she suddenly grows a conscience?"

Malik ignored him, his eyes locked on me. "I know I don’t deserve your trust, Dee. But you need to look into this. Because if it’s true, then someone’s been manipulating you for years."

I shook my head, taking a step back. My world felt like it was closing in on me. "This doesn’t make sense. Why now? Why bring this to me after all this time?"

Malik’s jaw tightened. "Because whoever’s been pulling the strings... they’re still out there."

The room fell into silence.

Yemi turned to me, his voice softer now. "You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to let him drag you back into his mess."

I swallowed hard. "But what if it’s not his mess? What if it’s mine?"

Because deep down, a part of me already knew—I couldn’t ignore this. Not when it had the power to unravel everything I thought I knew about myself.

Yemi ran a hand over his face, frustration flickering in his eyes. "Dee, please. Whatever this is, we can deal with it together. But you have to trust me."

That word—trust—cut through me like a blade. Because suddenly, it wasn’t just about the letter. It was about us.

Could I trust Yemi to stand by me if what I uncovered changed everything?

Could he trust me not to let my past pull me away from him?

I met his gaze, and for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t sure if love was enough.

And then Malik spoke again.

"You might want to decide quickly," he said, his voice grim. "Because someone else already knows. And they’re not going to wait for you to figure it out."

The air in the room shifted.

"What are you talking about?" Yemi asked, his posture rigid.

Malik pulled his phone from his pocket, tapping a few buttons before holding it out to me. "I got this an hour ago. I wasn’t the only one looking into this."

My pulse pounded as I took the phone. The screen lit up with a message—an anonymous number, a single sentence.

STOP DIGGING OR YOU’LL WISH YOU HADN’T.

Cold fear crawled up my spine.

Yemi snatched the phone from my hands, his face darkening as he read the message. "Who sent this?"

"I don’t know," Malik admitted. "But whoever it is... they’re watching."

A heavy silence fell between us.

And just like that, I realized—this wasn’t just about trust anymore.

It was about survival.