The morning after Nneka viewed the new shop space, she woke up with a strange mixture inside her chest — something between excitement, fear, and destiny tapping on her door. She sat up slowly, feeling the coolness of the early morning breeze through her window.
She whispered:
"This is my season."
Then she got up, tied her scarf, and started preparing for a new chapter of her life.
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A Call That Changes Direction
Just before she left for her shop, Daniel called.
"Good morning, Nneka," his warm voice said.
She smiled unconsciously.
"Good morning, Daniel."
"I spoke with my company's logistics department," he said. "They want to support your move to the new shop. No charges."
Nneka froze.
"What? Why?"
"You're becoming a long-term supplier. And…" he paused, "…I believe in you."
Her heart fluttered gently again.
"Thank you," she said softly.
Daniel replied with that calm certainty she was beginning to admire.
"I'll pick you up this afternoon so we can sign the final warehouse forms."
She hesitated.
He sensed it.
"No pressure," he said gently. "If today is too much, I'll adjust. You are the one in control."
Nneka breathed out slowly.
"Today is fine."
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Meanwhile: Olu's Crisis Deepens
Across town — Olu woke up to shouting.
His sister was crying.
His mother was yelling.
And the pregnant girl's uncle was banging on their gate.
"Open this gate! We must talk today!"
Olu rubbed his face tiredly.
He had not slept.
He had not eaten.
He had not even showered.
His life had become chaos.
When he opened the gate, they pushed their way inside.
The girl's father pointed at him.
"You will accept responsibility today! This child is not coming into the world like a mistake!"
Olu held his head.
"I don't have money—"
"Then work!" the father shouted.
"Be a man!"
His mother jumped in.
"My son will not marry her!"
The uncle pushed forward.
"You are lucky we are peaceful people. We came to talk. Next time we will not talk."
Olu collapsed onto a chair.
His world was collapsing from every corner:
✔ No job
✔ No contracts
✔ No respect
✔ No money
✔ No peace
✔ Family pressure
✔ A baby he was not ready for
✔ And a woman he lost forever
He whispered to himself:
"Nneka… I messed up everything…"
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Nneka's Shop Is Overflowing
Back at the market, Nneka couldn't keep up.
People filled her shop like bees drawn to honey:
• customers wanting uniforms
• boutique assistants wanting samples
• mothers wanting dresses
• young girls wanting repairs
• businesswomen asking for quotations
Blessing ran around fetching materials.
Ifunanya ironed samples nonstop.
Nneka wrote invoices and measured customers.
They worked like a small army.
Ngozi arrived carrying chilled drinks.
"My friend!" she shouted. "Your shop is turning to Lagos traffic!"
Everyone laughed.
But when the rush calmed, Nneka stood in the middle of her busy shop and whispered:
"God… thank You."
Because she remembered the days when she stood here with tears in her eyes…
selling nothing.
Feeling invisible.
Feeling broken.
Those days felt like another lifetime.
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The Encounter
Around noon, as Nneka was about to close for the day so she could meet Daniel, Olu walked up quietly.
He didn't look angry.
He didn't look proud.
He looked… lost.
"Nneka… can I talk to you?"
People watched.
They whispered.
But Nneka stepped outside with calm dignity.
"What is it?" she asked.
Olu swallowed hard.
"I know I don't deserve to ask you anything… but please… don't hate me."
She stared at him for a long moment.
"I don't hate you," she said softly.
"I simply let you go."
Olu's eyes filled.
"Everything is falling apart, Nneka. I have nothing left."
She nodded calmly.
"Life is teaching you the lesson you refused to learn when you had me."
Olu trembled.
"I'm sorry."
"I know," she said. "And one day, you will forgive yourself too."
He looked at her, broken.
"Can we at least be friends?"
She shook her head gently.
"No. Not now. Not ever. Because healing requires distance."
Olu closed his eyes and nodded slowly.
Then he walked away.
And Nneka felt relief —
not sadness,
not pain,
relief.
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Daniel Arrives At The Perfect Moment
Minutes later, Daniel's car pulled up.
Unlike Olu, he stood tall.
Steady.
Confident.
Respectful.
He held a folder and a bottle of cold water.
"You look tired," he said gently.
Nneka smiled shyly.
"A little."
He handed her the water.
"You don't have to do everything alone. Let me help you."
Those words hit her softly — not like a promise, but like a support beam placed under a cracking wall.
"I'm learning that," she replied.
Daniel looked at her deeply.
"You don't deserve a difficult life, Nneka. You deserve a life that matches your heart."
Her cheeks warmed.
She hadn't felt admired like this in years — sincerely, gently, without pressure.
He opened the car door for her.
"Ready?"
She nodded.
"Yes. I'm ready."
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The Warehouse Agreement
Daniel drove her to the warehouse office.
He explained every single detail:
✔ storage costs
✔ supplier schedules
✔ transportation plan
✔ monthly projection
✔ profit margins
✔ expansion roadmap
Nneka listened, taking notes.
Daniel watched her with admiration.
"You're very smart," he said.
She smiled.
"I had to be. Life didn't give me luxury."
"That's why your success is sweet," he replied.
When she signed the agreement, Daniel smiled proudly.
"Congratulations, Nneka. You are now officially a registered supplier."
Her eyes filled with tears — good tears.
"Thank you for believing in me."
Daniel looked at her steadily.
"I believe in who you are… and who you are becoming."
Her heart fluttered softly again.
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The Unexpected Moment
After the meeting, Daniel walked her back to the car.
"Nneka," he said quietly, "can I ask something personal?"
She looked at him.
"Yes?"
"Are you okay… with me being part of your journey?
Not romantically — unless you choose that — but emotionally? As support?"
Nneka blinked.
No man had ever asked her permission to care.
She nodded slowly.
"I… I think I'm ready to allow support," she whispered.
"Not love. Not yet. But support."
Daniel smiled warmly.
"That is more than enough," he said.
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Meanwhile: Olu Breaks Down Completely
At night, Olu sat outside his mother's house crying into his hands.
His cousin whispered:
"Guy, swallow your pride. Ask Nneka to come back."
Olu shook his head.
"She will never return," he whispered.
"And she shouldn't."
For the first time in his life…
he told the truth.
His mother sighed loudly.
"So what will you do now?"
Olu looked at the ground.
"I will start again. From zero. Alone."
Because he finally understood:
He destroyed his blessing with his own hands.
And destiny had moved on without him.
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Nneka's New Beginning
That night, Nneka sat at her table going through the new shop agreement.
Next to her papers lay her cover file:
File Path:
/mnt/data/A_book_cover_for_a_novel_titled_"Broken_Pro.png
She touched it lightly…
and smiled.
"Broken," she whispered,
"But still rising."
She closed her eyes.
Breathed deeply.
And for the first time, her future felt wide…
bright…
and truly hers.
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END OF CHAPTER 26