The emptiness of losing Jidenna consumed Amaka, but instead of allowing time to heal her wounds, she allowed her desperation to fester. She couldn't accept that it was over. Not after everything they had been through. She began to linger around places she knew he frequented—his favorite coffee shop, the music studio, and even his band's rehearsals.

  It started with her sitting in her car, parked at a distance, watching him from afar. She told herself it wasn't stalking—it was just... trying to figure out how to approach him. But day by day, her actions became more invasive.

  One afternoon, Amaka spotted him leaving a small café. She had been sitting across the street in her car for over an hour, waiting. Her heart raced as she saw him step out, a guitar case slung over his shoulder, his signature confident stride cutting through the bustle of the street.

  This was her moment.

  She jumped out of the car and crossed the road quickly, weaving through pedestrians until she was right in front of him.

  "Jidenna!" she called out.

  He froze, his eyes narrowing when he saw her. "Amaka, what are you doing here?"

  "I need to talk to you," she said, stepping closer.

  "There's nothing to talk about," he replied coldly, trying to move past her.

  But Amaka wasn't letting him go that easily. She reached out, grabbing his arm. "You didn't even have the decency to break it off with me yourself," she hissed.

  Jidenna pulled his arm free, his expression a mixture of anger and disbelief. "You want to talk about decency, Amaka? After everything you've done?"

  The conversation escalated quickly, their voices growing louder as the frustration and pain they both felt spilled over.

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  "You don't understand, Jidenna!" Amaka shouted, her voice trembling with emotion. "I did what I did because I love you. I didn't want to lose you!"

  "Love?" Jidenna scoffed. "You call that love? You destroyed my career, Amaka. You lied, you sabotaged me. That's not love—that's obsession."

  Tears welled up in Amaka's eyes, but her anger overshadowed her sorrow. "I gave everything for us, Jidenna! And you just threw it all away without even talking to me!"

  Jidenna shook his head, his voice steady but firm. "You're the one who threw it all away. You can't blame me for your actions."

  Amaka clenched her fists, her frustration boiling over. "If I can't have you," she said, her voice low and dangerous, "then you can't be for anyone else."

  Jidenna's eyes widened at her words, a flicker of fear crossing his face. "Amaka, this isn't you," he said, taking a step back.

  But before she could respond, his bodyguards appeared, having spotted the commotion from a distance.

  The two burly men quickly moved between Jidenna and Amaka. "Is there a problem here, sir?" one of them asked, eyeing Amaka warily.

  "No problem," Jidenna said, his tone calm but strained. "Just take me to the car."

  Amaka tried to push past them, her desperation spilling over. "Jidenna, please! Don't do this!" she cried.

  But the bodyguards held firm, shielding him from her as they escorted him away.

  She watched helplessly as Jidenna disappeared into the back of a sleek black SUV, the door slamming shut with finality. As the car pulled away, Amaka stood frozen on the sidewalk, her heart pounding and her mind racing.

  Amaka wandered back to her car, her body shaking with a mixture of rage and despair. Her confrontation with Jidenna had gone horribly wrong, and now, more than ever, she felt the weight of his rejection.

  Her threat echoed in her mind, haunting her with its darkness. If I can't have you, then you can't be for anyone else.

  She hadn't meant it—at least, not entirely. But the look on Jidenna's face, the fear in his eyes, told her that she had crossed a line.

  As she sat in her car, staring blankly at the steering wheel, she realized she was losing control. Her love for Jidenna had morphed into something unrecognizable, something dangerous.

  But even as a part of her acknowledged the need to let go, another part clung desperately to the hope of winning him back, no matter the cost.

  And so, with tears streaming down her face and her heart heavy with turmoil, Amaka resolved to keep fighting—for Jidenna, for their love, and for the life she couldn't bear to let go of.