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[beheh @yemyembv]

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[beheh @yemyembv]

This book just made me know what love and regret truly is.
Never let a man dictate your life for you.
Kudos to Ozioma and Banji 💕💕

[beheh @yemyembv]

Imagine you are a beautiful, plus-size, 37-year-old woman.
You’re smart, career-oriented, with a sweet sense of humor.
You’ve built yourself. You know who you are.
But there’s one thing missing — and the world never lets you forget it.

You don’t have a man.

[beheh @yemyembv]

He makes you happy in ways the man you settled for never could.
He gets you completely.
And that’s where the sadness lives.
Because the man you chose has everything except your heart.
And the man who has your heart
is the one you were too afraid to choose.

Isn’t that just sad?

[beheh @yemyembv]

Who understands you without explanation.

You love each other.

He tells you he loves you — not loudly, not desperately — just truthfully.
And suddenly, everything makes sense.

He is everything you never knew you needed.
Everything you never allowed yourself to want.

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but what he really does is change you.

Little by little, you lose parts of yourself.
Your softness.
Your confidence.
Your voice.

And then there is your best friend.

A long-term friendship.
Easy. Safe. Honest.
A man who knows your laughter and your sadness.

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On the outside, he ticks every box people say should matter.

But somehow, with him, you feel invisible.

He never makes you feel loved — only tolerated.
He never makes you feel chosen — only accepted under conditions.
He tries, in his own way, to make you feel like a woman,

[beheh @yemyembv]

The comments come slowly, then all at once.
Questions wrapped in concern.
Advice you never asked for.
Pressure that sits on your chest until it feels like urgency.

So out of desperation — not desire — you settle down.

He is fine.
Rich.
Handsome.

[beheh @yemyembv]

“Pack a small bag,” he whispered. “We’re sleeping there. And that woman doesn't even know who she should support, I'm her son for fuck sake”

I gasped. “Jason Badmus!”

He just laughed and kissed my temple.

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Jason knocked softly like someone unsure whether I’d smile or throw staplers at him.

I looked up from my laptop.
“Come in.”

He stepped inside holding a paper bag in one hand and flowers in the other. No CEO energy today just a man looking like soft love personified.

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His thumb brushed my cheek. “You matter to me, Temi.”

Warmth flooded me.

“So when do you want to tell her?”

He exhaled slowly. “If you’re okay with it… tonight. I want her to meet the woman I chose.”

My heart practically dissolved.

“I’d love that.”

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“Yeah. She was really sweet… but she seemed scared or worried about me I would say.”

He sighed" let me guess? She's worried that I might break your heart." I didn't need to say anything for him to know.

He cupped my chin gently.

“I won’t. I’m not that man anymore.”

[beheh @yemyembv]

Jason walked back inside from the balcony.

“Tell her I’ll let my mum know tomorrow morning,” he said, kissing my cheek.

“Oh actually,” I replied, sitting up. “She called me a few days ago.”

He frowned softly. “She did?”

[beheh @yemyembv]

“YES! MY BABY IS DATING! PREMIUM MAN! When are we collecting bride price? I love him already! Look at you smiling like biscuits fell from heaven. Keep smiling oh, stress is aging people and Botox is expensive.” 😭

I couldn’t even breathe from laughter

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unspoken. I want something real with you. Will you be mine?”

No performance. Just honesty.

I smiled. “Yes, Jason. I’m yours.”

He kissed my forehead again like a vow.

Later that night, Tolu yelled through the phone:

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“You mentioned it once,” he said.

I wanted to faint. Immediately. 😭

The night was soft, intimate, peaceful, and full of real conversation like dreams, fears, childhoods, laughter that hurt.

Then he took my hand across the table.

“I don’t want whatever this is to remain

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Our fingers intertwined like they’d been planning.

He didn’t drive to Shiro, Radisson or one loud rooftop restaurant.
He took me to a private waterfront spot—the exact one I once told Tolu I wanted to visit but never had time for.

“How did you know?”

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I nearly choked on lip gloss.

Jason arrived at 8:00 PM on the dot, love me a punctual Yoruba man.
He stared when I opened the door.

“You look… breathtaking.”

I swallowed. “You clean up nicely too, Mr. Badmus.”

He held out his hand. “Ready?”

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If blushing was a skill, Olympics would have invited me.
The date came the next evening.
I wore a black silk dress Tolu approved over video call.

“Ah! This one will finish him. Wear it. Botox is expensive oremi smile anyhow, let love smooth your face.” 😭

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I burst out laughing. “You’ll behave?”

“That too. Just say yes before I faint.”

My smile softened. “Okay… yes.”

The relief that washed over him was illegal.
He stood, leaned down, and kissed my forehead slow, soft, reverent.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured