Amaka's heart felt like it was being ripped apart as she sat in the silence of her living room. The air was thick with the aftermath of Jidenna's departure, and her mind replayed his words like a haunting melody.

  "This isn't love, Amaka."

  She couldn't bear it anymore. She had to talk to someone. She grabbed her phone and dialed Ngozi's number with trembling fingers.

  "Ngozi, I need you," she choked out when her friend answered.

  "Amaka, what's wrong?" Ngozi's voice was filled with concern.

  "Can I come over? I'll explain everything when I get there."

  "Of course. I'll be here."

  Amaka arrived at Ngozi's apartment half an hour later, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She barely made it through the door before collapsing onto the couch.

  "Amaka, you're scaring me," Ngozi said, sitting beside her. "What happened?"

  Through broken sobs, Amaka recounted everything she had done—the emails, the rumors, the sabotage. She laid it all bare, her shame pouring out like a flood.

  Ngozi listened in stunned silence, her expression shifting from disbelief to disappointment. When Amaka finished, Ngozi shook her head, letting out a heavy sigh.

  "Amaka, I can't believe you," she said, her tone laced with disapproval. "What were you thinking? Destroying his career? Spreading lies? How could you do that to someone you claim to love?"

  "I didn't mean for it to go this far," Amaka said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I didn't want to lose him."

  Ngozi stood, pacing the room. "But you did lose him, Amaka. And you didn't just lose him—you betrayed him in the worst way possible."

  Amaka buried her face in her hands, her tears soaking her palms. "I know I messed up, Ngozi. I know. But I can't lose him. Please, help me fix this."

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  Ngozi stopped pacing and looked at her friend, her expression softening. "Amaka, you've done something terrible, but I know you're not a terrible person. I'll help you, but only because I believe you can change. But you need to understand that this might be beyond saving."

  With Ngozi's encouragement, Amaka began reaching out to Jidenna's friends. She hoped they could mediate, could help her explain and apologize. She called his bandmates, his manager, even some of his closest childhood friends.

  But every call ended the same way.

  "Amaka, I don't think he wants to hear from you right now," one friend said.

  "You hurt him deeply," another added. "I'm not sure he can forgive this."

  Even when she managed to speak to someone sympathetic, they insisted that Jidenna needed time and space.

  Amaka's desperation grew with each rejection. She tried to write him letters, but they went unanswered. She showed up at his gigs, hoping to catch a moment alone with him, but his security ensured she couldn't get close.

  The final blow came a week later. Jidenna's manager called to inform her that the engagement was officially called off.

  "I'm sorry, Amaka," the manager said, his voice cold but professional. "Jidenna has asked that you respect his decision and not contact him again."

  The words were like daggers to her heart. She dropped the phone, staring blankly at the wall as the weight of her actions came crashing down on her.

  She had lost him. Truly lost him.

  Amaka returned to Ngozi's apartment that evening, her spirit completely broken.

  "He called off the engagement," she said, her voice hollow.

  Ngozi pulled her into a hug, stroking her back as Amaka cried into her shoulder.

  "You need to let him go, Amaka," Ngozi said softly. "At least for now. He needs time to heal, and so do you."

  "I can't, Ngozi," Amaka whispered. "I can't let him go. He's everything to me."

  "You don't have a choice," Ngozi said firmly. "You need to focus on yourself, on becoming a better person. If there's any chance of getting him back, it'll only happen if you prove you've changed. But right now, you need to accept that this is the consequence of your actions."

  Amaka nodded weakly, but deep down, she wasn't ready to give up. She had made a mess of everything, but she wasn't willing to let Jidenna go without a fight.

  As the days turned into weeks, Amaka's heartbreak began to transform into a new obsession. She couldn't stop thinking about Jidenna, about the life they had planned, about the mistakes she had made.

  She spent hours on social media, looking at his posts, reading comments, and tracking his every move. She told herself it was because she wanted to apologize, to find the right moment to approach him.

  But deep down, she knew it was more than that. She wasn't just trying to make amends—she was trying to reclaim what she had lost, no matter the cost.

  And as she sat in the darkness of her apartment, staring at a picture of Jidenna on her phone, one thought consumed her:

  I'll do whatever it takes to get him back.