Angela was humming.
Yes, humming.
She hadn't done that in weeks.
Eva's story didn't just shock her — it softened her.
Made her see things beyond her own lens.
She was beginning to breathe again.
Beginning to let go of suspicion.
Even beginning to like Eva.
That was until her phone buzzed.
Group Chat: "UNIBEN Tea Room ☕👀🔥"
New Message from: TheRealistBabe
> "Your campus couple? Yeah. Check your boyfriend."
Attached: a screenshot.
Peter.
Eva.
Under the old mango tree.
Smiling. Her hand on his chest.
Him looking… happy.
Angela froze.
> "Angela... are you seeing this?"
Sonia's voice rang from across the room.
She had seen it too.
Angela's smile disappeared.
The silence around her grew louder than her thoughts.
She zoomed in on the image.
His smile was genuine.
But was it too genuine?
The caption made it worse.
> "Final year brother and new fire sister. We stan ✨💋 #Pevangelism"
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Angela locked her phone.
She didn't want to call Peter.
Didn't want to ask Eva.
Didn't even want to pray.
She just... wanted silence.
But her chest wouldn't give it.
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Later that night, Peter messaged her:
> "Can we talk?"
She read it. Didn't respond.
He messaged again.
> "I swear it's not what it looks like."
Angela finally replied.
> "Then why does it look exactly like what I feared?"
No reply.
Minutes passed.
Then, one more message:
> "Let me explain. Face to face. Please."