There were days when I postponed buying clothes for myself because Daniel said he needed help paying a supplier.
I never complained.
I believed we were building something together.
I thought that when his business finally succeeded, we would look back at those difficult years and laugh about how far we had come.
I never imagined that I was helping a man build a future in which another woman would take my place.
Then came the evening that changed everything.
Daniel arrived at my house carrying a small bag of roasted groundnuts, my favorite snack. He looked unusually excited.
“Amara!” he called from the doorway. “Come here.”
I smiled as I approached him.
“What happened? Why are you looking at me like that?”
He placed his hands on my shoulders.
“Baby, things are finally changing.”
I waited.
“The new contract has been approved. If everything goes according to plan, I’ll be making more money than I have ever made before.”
