Omolara sighed, her resolve weakening. "Fine, Kunle. Talk."

Kunle nodded, relief washing over his face. "Let's grab a drink somewhere quiet."

Omolara agreed, and they walked to a nearby café. Over coffee, Kunle poured out his heart, explaining how he'd realized too late that he loved her, and how his mistakes had haunted him ever since.

Omolara listened, her emotions in turmoil. Part of her still loved Kunle, but another part remembered the pain he'd caused.
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