Amaka sat alone in her apartment, staring out the window at the bustling city below. The memories of her confrontation with Jidenna replayed in her mind like a broken record, each thought more painful than the last. She had tried everything to get him back, but nothing had worked. He was slipping further and further away from her, and she couldn't bear it.

  Her heart ached with desperation as a dangerous idea crept into her mind. It was wild, reckless, and unthinkable. But the more she entertained it, the more it began to make sense to her fractured state of mind.

  "What if I accuse him of rape?"

  The thought made her stomach churn, but she pressed on. If no woman would want him, he would have no choice but to come back to me, she reasoned. And when the storm blew over—as it eventually would—they could rebuild their lives together, just as she had always envisioned.

  Amaka couldn't keep the idea to herself. She needed someone to validate her plan—or at least to help her refine it. She called her best friend, Ngozi, and asked her to come over.

  When Ngozi arrived, she immediately sensed that something was wrong. Amaka's usually radiant face was pale and tense, her eyes filled with an unsettling mix of determination and anxiety.

  "Amaka, what's going on?" Ngozi asked, sitting down across from her.

  Amaka hesitated, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her dress. "I've been thinking... about how to get Jidenna back."

  Ngozi sighed, already weary of where this conversation was headed. "Amaka, we've talked about this. You need to let him go. It's over."

  "No, it's not," Amaka said firmly, her voice low but intense. "I've come up with a plan. It's drastic, but it'll work."

  Ngozi leaned back, crossing her arms. "What kind of plan?"

  Amaka took a deep breath before revealing her scheme. She explained her idea in detail, outlining how she would accuse Jidenna of rape and fabricate evidence to support her claim. Her voice was steady, as if she had already convinced herself that this was the right thing to do.

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  Ngozi's expression shifted from confusion to horror as she listened. "Amaka, have you lost your mind?" she exclaimed. "You can't do this! Do you know what kind of damage that will cause—to him, to you, to everyone involved?"

  "I don't care," Amaka shot back, her eyes blazing with desperation. "I love him, Ngozi. And if this is the only way to get him back, then so be it."

  Ngozi shook her head, her voice trembling with disbelief. "This isn't love, Amaka. This is obsession. You're going to ruin his life—and yours too. Please, don't do this."

  But Amaka was unmoved. She had already made up her mind, and not even Ngozi's pleas could sway her.

  Over the next few weeks, Amaka threw herself into her plan. She left no stone unturned, crafting a story so detailed and convincing that even the most skeptical observer would have a hard time doubting her.

  She gathered "evidence" to support her claims—doctored text messages, staged photos, and false testimonies from people who were willing to lie for the right price. She rehearsed her story until she could recite it flawlessly, her voice trembling with just the right amount of fear and vulnerability.

  Amaka knew the risks, but she was too consumed by her need to have Jidenna back to care. In her mind, the ends justified the means.

  When the story finally broke, it spread like wildfire. Amaka had chosen the perfect moment to go public, releasing her accusations on social media and giving an exclusive interview to a popular gossip blog.

  "Jidenna, the rising star of Afrobeat, accused of rape," the headlines screamed.

  Within hours, the internet was ablaze with speculation and outrage. Fans and critics alike weighed in on the scandal, with some defending Jidenna and others condemning him without hesitation.

  Amaka watched the chaos unfold from the safety of her apartment, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. This was it—the turning point she had been waiting for.

  She imagined Jidenna's world crumbling around him, his career in shambles, his name dragged through the mud. And when he had nowhere else to turn, she would be there, waiting to pick up the pieces.

  Jidenna, unaware of the storm brewing around him, was blindsided when his manager called him late at night with the news.

  "You need to check social media," his manager said, his voice grim.

  Jidenna opened his phone, his heart sinking as he read the headlines. He scrolled through the posts, his hands trembling with rage and disbelief.

  "This can't be happening," he muttered to himself.

  But it was happening, and it was only the beginning.

  Amaka's scheme had been set into motion, and the consequences were about to unfold in ways she hadn't anticipated. What she thought would bring them closer together was about to tear their worlds apart.