THIRD PERSON POV
Akanni Lucas didn't just choose Mira.
He announced her.
Publicly.
Officially.
By evening, Ekiti was on fire.
Blogs exploded. WhatsApp groups buzzed. Office corridors paused mid-gossip. Radio presenters struggled to hide excitement as callers flooded lines.
"So it was Mira all along?"
"That woman played chess while others played drafts."
"Akanni doesn't make mistakes. If he chose her, then she's solid."
"This city will never rest."
The Convergence Group employees were stunned.
Some admired her.
Some envied her.
Some pretended not to care but refreshed blogs every ten minutes.
Studio executives whispered too—especially Fresh FM.
"She was his shadow," one said.
"She earned it," another replied.
And Bukky?
Her name trended again—not with pity this time, but comparison.
Two women.
Two paths.
Two men fighting different battles.
And the city chose sides like it always did.
MIRA POV
I didn't expect it to hurt.
But it did.
Not because of shame—because of exposure.
Suddenly, everyone was looking at me differently. Staff smiled too hard. Friends asked questions they had no right to. Even strangers watched like I was a story unfolding before their eyes.
Akanni held my hand the first time we stepped out together officially.
"Walk straight," he whispered. "Let them see you."
I lifted my chin.
Because love that survives storms deserves daylight.
At his family house, his mother hugged me tightly.
"You stayed," she said quietly. "That matters."
His father nodded once.
"Don't disgrace this name."
"I won't," I replied.
That night, as Ekiti lights blinked endlessly below us, Akanni wrapped his arms around me.
"Are you scared?" he asked.
"A little."
"Good," he smiled. "It means you care."
And as the city adjusted to its new reality, one truth became clear—
This wasn't just another scandal.
This was a shift.
A man reclaiming his story.
A woman stepping into her power.
A city forced to accept that love doesn't always follow expectations—but it always demands courage.