What if she still couldn't see people clearly?
And that was the real issue.
Not the waitress.
Not the comments.
Not the compliments.
Her biggest concern was simple and unsettling:
Chibuzor was too good at acting.
And she had no way of knowing where the act ended, and where the real man began.
All the lovey dovey gestures.
The attention.
The way he remembered small details, things most people would forget.
Everything that usually screamed love, he delivered perfectly. Especially in the past few months. He didn't miss a step. He hit every mark, every time.
And that was exactly the problem.
Being good at acting didn't mean being a good partner. She had learned that the hard way, with Maduabuchi.
So in this moment, what choice did she really have?
She followed the script.
A calm, peaceful smile appeared on her face, the kind a woman wore when she was deeply loved and well taken care of. "You're right," she said softly to the waitress. "I'll make sure I treasure him."
