Chapter Twenty-Four: And Then… He Came Back

6 months later.

Uniben was still loud.

Still chaotic.

Still full of Friday night anonymous confessions and Sunday morning redemption.

Angela was in 300 level now.

Leading the prayer unit.

Her voice had become deeper — not in pitch, but in presence.

She smiled more.

Loved slower.

Wrote blog posts about faith, healing, and the confusing tug between God and flesh.

People asked if she'd moved on.

She'd reply:

>>> "I moved forward.

Whether love follows me or not is God's business."

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Tamara barged into her room one Friday evening — face bright, eyes mischievous.

"He's back."

Angela blinked. "Who?"

Tamara raised a brow.

"Who else?"

Angela's stomach did a full gymnastic routine.

"Peter?"

Tamara nodded. "Just saw him at the school gate. That UK glow is loud. Even his beards are speaking in tongues."

Angela rolled her eyes.

Laughed.

Then stopped.

Because she realized something…

She wasn't ready.

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Later that night, Angela got a message.

Peter Idu:

>> I'm back in town.

No pressure.

But I'd love to see you if you're willing.

And don't worry — I come in peace, not pieces.

She stared at the message.

Felt nothing.

Then… everything.

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Sunday morning.

He came to fellowship.

Wore a simple shirt. No cologne, just that familiar calm.

When Angela stepped up to lead prayers, their eyes met for half a second.

Something shifted.

After service, she was walking to the back when she heard his voice.

"Hey."

She turned.

Peter stood there — hands in his pocket, smile awkward, eyes soft.

"You're glowing," he said.

Angela nodded. "So are you."

Pause.

"I read all your blog posts," he said. "Even the one about letting go of a love that didn't dishonor you… but didn't align."

Angela raised a brow.

"You felt attacked?"

Peter laughed. "I felt… seen."

Silence.

Then he said something unexpected.

> "Angela… I didn't come back to pick up where we left off."

She blinked.

"I came to see if who we are now… could start something entirely different."

Angela folded her arms, teasing.

"Oh? You're giving born-again vibes now?"

Peter stepped closer.

"No. I'm giving purpose partner vibes."

Angela bit her lip.

This wasn't the Peter she cried over.

This was a man who had done the work.

Who didn't return with flowers — but with fruit.

And maybe…

Just maybe…

She wasn't scared anymore.

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