Chapter 41 Chapter Forty-One
Leon got home long after midnight, the buzz from the drinks already fading and leaving behind something heavier. Something sharper. He showered quickly, tossed his clothes aside, and collapsed onto his bed.
He expected silence.
Instead, his phone lit up immediately.
Tim:
Bro did you see Felicity’s post?? LMAOO she dey enjoy life o.
Leon’s breath paused.
He opened Instagram.
Nothing.
Not a single new post from her.
Not a single story.
His heart dropped.
Blocked?
He stared at the empty circles on her profile—ones he used to check every morning, every night, sometimes every hour without meaning to.
He swallowed.
Leon:
I can’t see anything. Send it.
A second later, a screen recording popped up.
He clicked it.
The video opened with loud music and flashing lights—Kolade’s party.
At first, the camera was on Gwen dancing with someone. Then it panned wider—and there she was.
Felicity.
On a table surrounded by people—guys, girls, laughter everywhere. Her hair curled over her shoulder, her outfit hugging her body perfectly, her smile bright enough to punch him in the chest.
She wasn’t drinking.
She wasn’t smoking.
She wasn’t wilding.
Just… there.
But the guys around her—hands hovering too close, one of them talking into her ear, another laughing with his hand on the table near her thigh—
Leon’s jaw clenched.
Something hot shot through his chest.
He watched the video twice.
Three times.
Four.
Until it was undeniable.
She blocked him.
She blocked him so she could post this.
His chest tightened, a mix of anger and panic twisting together.
Blocked?
By Felicity?
Felicity who used to tell him everything?
Felicity who always wanted him to feel safe?
Felicity who he thought he ruined—but who clearly seemed fine without him?
He dropped his phone on the bed, ran a hand through his hair, and then picked it up again before he talked himself out of it.
He opened her chat.
Typing…
Leon:
So you blocked me from seeing your stories?
He saw the “online” light under her name immediately.
She typed back almost instantly.
Felicity:
You really have the audacity to ask me that?
His eyes narrowed.
Leon:
I saw the videos. Tim sent them. You didn’t want me to see? Why?
A long pause.
Then—
Felicity:
Why should you? You’re ENGAGED, Leon. Engaged. And you’re questioning me for going out with my friends???
He sat up straighter, chest stinging at her words.
Leon:
You were on a table with guys all around you. I just wanted to understand.
Felicity:
Understand WHAT?? That I went outside?? That I have friends??
Please don’t piss me off tonight.
His jaw tightened.
Leon:
I just didn’t think you were that type of girl.
The moment he sent it, he regretted it.
Immediately.
Her reply came in fast—furious.
Felicity:
“THAT type of girl?”
Are you stupid?
He closed his eyes.
Too late.
Felicity:
You got ENGAGED to someone else and you have the nerve—the absolute nerve—to question me living my life?
Don’t even try it, Leon.
She sent another message before he could respond.
Felicity:
And right now, I’m sure your fiancée is beside you.
Face your life.
He sat there frozen.
A strange anger flared in his chest.
Leon:
None of my girlfriends would ever do that. Ever.
As soon as the message delivered, he knew he messed up.
Her final reply hit like a slap.
Felicity:
I’m so disappointed you even think I’m capable of that.
Goodnight.
And then—
Read at 1:42 AM.
She didn’t type again.
She didn’t unblock him.
She was gone.
He exhaled shakily, dropped the phone, and leaned forward with both hands in his hair.
He felt stupid.
He felt sick.
He felt jealous.
He felt everything he shouldn’t.
Why did it matter so much?
Why did SHE still matter so much?
He lay back on the bed, but sleep refused to come.
Across the city, Felicity stood in Kolade’s bathroom, staring at her reflection. Her cheeks were flushed from anger, not alcohol. Her chest was tight, her hands trembling.
Why would he say that?
Why would he dare to say that?
None of his girlfriends…
She blinked hard, trying not to cry in a stranger’s house.
Ibukun poked her head in. “Babyyyy you good? Preston is about to break that table!”
Felicity inhaled sharply, steadied herself, and forced a smile.
“I’m coming.”
She stepped out—
Just as someone dancing on top of the center table kicked over a cup accidentally.
Cold liquid splashed across her arm and chest.
“Ahh—shit! I’m so sorry!” the girl shouted, wobbling as she climbed down.
Felicity closed her eyes for three seconds.
That was it.
She was done.
“It’s fine,” she said tightly. “Can we leave? Please?”
“YES,” Gwen said immediately. “Please carry us away.”
They found Preston half-asleep on the couch, mumbling nonsense.
“Sweep him,” Kolade said, laughing.
It took Shedrach and two other guys to lift Preston out the door.
Kolade himself was tipsy, twisting his car keys in his hand.
“Nope,” Ibukun said. “You’re not driving anywhere.”
“I can drive,” Shedrach offered, steady and calm. “Everybody relax.”
“Thank you,” Felicity breathed.
Her eyes drifted to Gwen, who was swaying slightly, giggling at nothing.
Felicity’s chest tightened again—this time with worry.
Gwen’s mum trusted her.
Left Gwen under her care.
She couldn’t mess that up.
By the time they got outside, the air felt cooler, cleaner. They loaded Preston into the backseat like dead weight, Gwen and Ibukun lounging lazily beside him, their brownie-high giggles echoing in the quiet street.
Felicity sat in front, watching the road, watching her friends in the mirror.
Watching everything because she had to.
Because she cared.
Because someone had to be the responsible one.
Across the city, in her own world of lies and fear, Charity had Anjola sitting opposite her on the bed.
Charity’s voice trembled as she spoke.
“She was talking about doctors… maternal care… all these plans for a baby that doesn’t exist. Anjola, I can’t keep lying. I can’t.”
Anjola exhaled, rubbing her forehead. “This thing has passed the level of joke o.”
“I know,” Charity whispered. “What am I going to do?”
“We’ll figure it out,” Anjola said. “But this… this has to end before it destroys you.”
Charity nodded slowly—terrified.
Felicity stared out the car window, thinking of Leon’s words, feeling the sting of them replay in her chest.
Leon lay awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking of her on that table, laughing without him.