That realization brought her here, parked across the street from Adaku Holdings. The rain had stopped, and the pavement glowed under the city lights.
She gripped the steering wheel tightly, heart pounding.
What if he doesn’t want to see me? What if it’s too late?
But another, stronger voice answered:
You didn’t come this far to run away now.
She had fought for her father’s empire, for her own survival.
Now she had to fight for what mattered most.
Her heart. His heart. Their future.
With a shaky breath, she stepped out of the car, ready to face whatever came next.
Inside Adaku Holdings, Tunday stood in the lobby. He had closed for the day and was watching the stars through the large glass window.
Then he heard his name.
“Tunday.”
He froze.
When he looked up, there she was.
Not the glossy magazine heiress or the cold CEO on television.
Just Ify.
She wore jeans, sneakers, a plain sweater. No makeup. No jewelry. Simply herself.
His heart tightened.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, voice low and guarded.
Ifyoma stepped closer, every nerve screaming.
“I came to say all the things I should have said long ago,” she stammered, her voice trembling.
Tunday stayed silent, his face unreadable.
“I lied,” she confessed, her throat thick with emotion. “I didn’t tell you who I really was because I was afraid. Afraid you’d treat me differently. Afraid I’d lose the only real thing I’d ever had.”
Tunday’s fists clenched tightly.
“You should have trusted me,” he said quietly.
“I know.”
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