Binary Hearts

111 | Everyone has a plan 🤔

Adaora's voice trembled with fear as she confronted Chidi. "Chidi! What are you trying—" The words caught in her throat as her vision blurred, her stomach churned violently, and a wave of nausea overtook her. Before she could steady herself, her body betrayed her, and she vomited. The world around her spun before everything went dark.

When Adaora woke up, the faint hum of machines and the sterile smell of antiseptics filled the air. Her eyelids fluttered, and the blinding white light above made her wince. She struggled to adjust as her senses slowly returned. Her gaze wandered, finally landing on Chidi, who was sitting beside her. His expression was unreadable, his usual cold demeanor replaced by something softer. Confusion clouded her mind as she tried to make sense of her surroundings.

"What are you doing here?" she asked weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You blacked out," Chidi replied, his tone unusually subdued. "I rushed you to the hospital."

Adaora blinked, unsure if she had heard him correctly. The Chidi she knew was a villian and a psychopath, but the man sitting before her seemed... different. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

"I'm sorry, Adaora," Chidi said after a moment, his voice lowering further. He paused, as though the words were foreign to him. "For everything. For holding you hostage. I went too far."

Before she could process his apology, Chidi stood abruptly. "I've paid your bills. You can go home now," he said, his tone returning to its usual clipped efficiency. Without another word, he turned and left, leaving Adaora staring after him in bewilderment.

Outside the hospital, Chidi clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. In his hand was a crumpled piece of paper—the pregnancy test result confirming she was pregnant. His mind raced as he replayed the timeline. He hadn't slept with Adaora—at least, not fully. It had to be Tunde's. A storm brewed in his chest, but he forced himself to remain composed. His bodyguard opened the car door, and Chidi slid in, gripping the paper tightly. The car sped away, but his thoughts were already on his next move.

The moment he got home, Chidi grabbed his phone and barked orders to his men. "I want Tunde found. No excuses. Wherever he's hiding, bring him to me. You have two days." He slammed the phone down, the fury in his voice enough to send chills through anyone who heard it.

Thousands of miles away, in the bustling city of Singapore, Tunde and Adeola were exploring the urban landscape. Adeola had finally convinced him to step away from the quiet, ancient parts of the city. "You're always so serious," she teased, nudging him playfully.

Tunde sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Fine. You win. Let's see what the city has to offer."

The sleek, futuristic skyline of Singapore was a stark contrast to the serenity of the places they had visited before. The airport alone was a marvel, its intricate architecture leaving even Tunde impressed. They checked into a penthouse that was nothing short of opulent. As Adeola admired the breathtaking view, Tunde received a message from a business associate he met at Singapore.

"What's that?" Adeola asked, peeking over his shoulder.

"Just a conference," Tunde replied, slipping his phone into his pocket. "I'll be back soon."

The meeting was a success, and Tunde struck a deal with a prominent businessman, securing new connections for Spark Technologies. Feeling optimistic, he called Sam.

"Boss!" Sam's voice cracked with emotion when he answered. "I don't even know what to say. Things are tough. The company's temporarily closed, and we're losing clients."

"Don't worry about it," Tunde said, his voice steady. "I'll handle everything. Just focus on resting and taking care of yourself."

Back in Lagos, Adaora's mind was consumed with thoughts of Tunde. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had made a terrible mistake. She replayed their last moments together over and over, wondering how he was doing. Was he okay? Did he hate her?

Her phone buzzed, pulling her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the screen and frowned. An anonymous message. Her heart raced as she opened it. It was Tunde's flight details—his arrival date and time in Lagos.

"This is my chance," Adaora whispered to herself, clutching the phone tightly. "I have to see him. I have to make things right." Little did she know, she wasn't the only one planning a surprise at the Lagos airport.

As she began planning her surprise, she couldn't help but wonder who had sent her the information. But in the grand scheme of things, it didn't matter. All that mattered was seeing Tunde again.

Unbeknownst to her, Chidi had also received news of Tunde's imminent return. A smirk spread across his face as he hung up the phone. Finally, the chase was over. He made a call to a notorious mafia leader, arranging for a sniper to intercept Tunde upon his arrival.

While the pieces fell into place, Bam Bam was spiraling. Her life had become a nightmare, trapped under Chidi's thumb. She saw too much, knew too much, but fear kept her silent. Every day, she searched for a way out, but the weight of Chidi's threats loomed over her like a shadow.

As the clock ticked closer to Tunde's return, the tension mounted. Everyone had a plan, but no one knew how the pieces would fall when their paths collided once again.

Author's Note

Dear Readers,

First, I want to thank you for coming along on this incredible journey. Your support, feedback, and encouragement have brought this story to life in ways I couldn't have imagined. We've come so far together, and I couldn't be more grateful for every comment, every thought, and every moment you've spent with these characters.

As we reach this pivotal chapter, I'm eager to hear your thoughts! Who are you rooting for—Tunde and Adaora or Tunde and Adeola? Both dynamics carry their weight, filled with complexities and emotions that make this story so special. Let me know in the comments!

The next chapter will mark the end of this story. It's bittersweet, but I promise you it will be a finale worth remembering. As we prepare to say goodbye to Tunde, Adaora, Adeola, and the rest of this world, I hope the conclusion leaves you satisfied, reflective, and maybe even a little emotional.

Once again, thank you for sticking with me. Your thoughts, insights, and engagement mean everything to me. Let's make this ending unforgettable together!

Warm regards