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BEHIND HER BACK 🌹 01

Amara adjusted her earrings in front of the mirror, smoothing invisible wrinkles on her emerald-green evening gown. The silk fabric hugged her curves just right, radiating elegance and power—two things she had earned through years of relentless hard work.

At thirty-five, she was at the peak of her career, the CEO of Amari Group, one of the most successful real estate firms in the country. She had built her empire from scratch, working her way up in a male-dominated industry, proving time and time again that she was more than just a pretty face.

And yet, despite all her success, the greatest treasure in her life wasn’t her wealth or influence.

It was her family.

She glanced at the framed wedding photo on her vanity. She and David, fresh out of university, full of dreams, standing in front of a small altar, exchanging vows with love-struck eyes. They had started with nothing, just two ambitious young lovers with big dreams.

Now, years later, they had built something beautiful together—a marriage rooted in love, trust, and unwavering support.

David had always been her biggest cheerleader, the man who celebrated every success as if it were his own. He had pursued architecture while she climbed the corporate ladder, and though her career had skyrocketed beyond his, he had never shown resentment, never made her feel guilty for her achievements.

And Zara—their ten-year-old daughter—was the heart of their world.

Zara was brilliant, fearless, and curious, always asking questions beyond her age. She had her father’s charm and her mother’s resilience, a perfect blend of both of them.

Tonight was special. Their wedding anniversary.

A soft knock at the door pulled Amara from her thoughts.

“Mummy, Daddy says we’re waiting for you!” Zara’s excited voice echoed from the hallway.

Amara smiled, reaching for her clutch. “I’m coming, princess.”

As she stepped out of the bedroom, she saw David standing at the bottom of the staircase, looking up at her with the same admiration he had given her since the day they met.

“You look breathtaking,” he said, his voice full of warmth.

She descended the stairs gracefully, taking his outstretched hand. “And you, Mr. Daniels, look quite handsome yourself.”

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Ready for our anniversary dinner?”

“Of course,” she said, feeling the familiar comfort of his touch.

Zara came running in, her hair bouncing as she grinned. “Mummy, you look like a princess!”

Amara bent down, kissing her forehead. “And you, my love, are my little princess.”

David wrapped an arm around both of them, his family. His world.

They were the perfect family.

And life was perfect..
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The restaurant was intimate, with dim lighting and soft jazz playing in the background. The air carried the aroma of fine wine and freshly grilled steak.

David reached for Amara’s hand across the table. “Ten years, love. Can you believe it?”

She chuckled, sipping her wine. “Feels like yesterday when you stood at the altar, sweating like a nervous schoolboy.”

David laughed. “You would’ve been nervous too if you were about to marry the most amazing woman in the world.”

She rolled her eyes. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Daniels.”

“That’s the plan.”

Their laughter blended with the music. It was effortless, the kind of love people envied.

Amara took a deep breath. “I wouldn’t change a thing about our life, David. You and Zara mean everything to me.”

David’s gaze softened. “And you mean everything to me.”

Their fingers intertwined. The moment was perfect.

No distractions. No doubts.

Just love...**********************
It was past Zara’s bedtime when they got home, but she was still awake, curled up on the couch, watching an animated movie.

“Zara,” David called softly. “You should be in bed.”

She pouted. “But I wanted to wait for you and Mummy.”

Amara smiled, lifting her into her arms. “Come on, sleepyhead. Let’s get you to bed.”

Zara wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck, yawning. “Good night, Daddy.”

“Good night, princess.”

Amara carried Zara upstairs, tucking her in and brushing stray hair from her forehead. She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her daughter’s temple.

“Good night, my love.”

Zara smiled sleepily. “Good night, Mummy.”

As Amara turned off the lights and stepped out, she felt nothing but peace.

Her husband loved her and her daughter adored her.

Her life was perfect.***************************************************
The city was waking up, and so was Amara.

She stirred slightly, her body still curled under the soft, white duvet. The room was dim, with only faint streaks of sunlight filtering through the curtains.

Slowly, she reached out to the other side of the bed, expecting to feel David’s warm presence beside her.

Empty.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she glanced at the bedside clock. 6:30 AM.

A slow smile crept across her lips. David was up early, as usual.

She stretched lazily, listening to the familiar sounds of home and—the smell of breakfast?

She sat up, her smile widening. Of course.

David always made breakfast when he woke up before her. It was one of the things she loved about him—his thoughtfulness, the way he handled little things without being asked.

Sliding her feet into her indoor slippers, she slipped on her silk robe and made her way out of the bedroom. The house was quiet, save for the distant sound of sizzling oil and clinking dishes.

As she stepped into the kitchen, the sight before her made her heart swell.

David stood by the stove, expertly flipping slices of yam in a frying pan. He wore his usual grey joggers and a white singlet, his back slightly turned as he concentrated on the food.

At the dining table, Zara sat, still in her pajamas, her legs swinging under the chair as she sipped from a steaming cup of Milo.

A warm feeling spread through Amara’s chest. This was home. This was love.

“Mummy!” Zara’s eyes lit up the moment she saw her. “Daddy is making my favorite breakfast!”

Amara chuckled, walking into the kitchen and wrapping her arms around David from behind. “Good morning, my love.”

David turned his head slightly, smiling as he placed a hand over hers. “Good morning, beautiful. Slept well?”

She inhaled his scent—fresh, warm, familiar. “Like a baby.”

Zara beamed. “But I woke up before Daddy today!”

David chuckled. “She was too excited about her school project.”

Amara raised a brow. “School project?”

Zara nodded eagerly. “We’re building a mini solar system! Daddy said he’ll help me finish mine today.”

Amara smiled as she sat at the table. David was an amazing father. No matter how busy he was, he always made time for their daughter.

“Here you go, ladies,” David said, setting down plates of fried yam, eggs, and freshly made pepper sauce.

Zara clapped her hands. “Daddy, you should open a restaurant!”

David laughed. “I’ll think about it.”

Amara picked up her fork, watching the two of them banter as they ate. This was her life. Her family. And she wouldn’t trade it for anything.************************************
The drive to her office was smooth, though the city was already bustling with life. Traders setting up their roadside stalls, yellow buses honking as they navigated traffic, pedestrians weaving their way across busy streets.

By the time she arrived at Amari Group, her assistant, Cynthia, was already waiting for her.

“Good morning, ma,” Cynthia greeted, falling into step beside her as they walked toward the office building.

“Morning, Cynthia. How’s the schedule looking today?”

“Quite packed,” Cynthia said, scrolling through her tablet. “You have a 9 AM strategy meeting, then a property inspection by noon. Also, Mr. Bayo from FirstTrust Bank confirmed lunch at one.”

Amara nodded. “Anything urgent?”

“Just some contract reviews. I placed them on your desk.”

She exhaled, already feeling the weight of the day ahead. But this was what she had worked for. This was what she loved—the thrill of building something from the ground up.

As she stepped into her office, her gaze fell on a framed picture on her desk—a photo of her, David, and Zara, taken on Zara’s last birthday.

She smiled.

They were her motivation. Her reason for everything.
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