Tunde and Edward had been inseparable since their school days—brothers in everything but blood. They had shared wild adventures, heartbreaks, and secrets. But when Edward decided to settle down with Daisy, one of his long-time girlfriends, things took a dramatic turn.
Daisy was everything Edward wanted—beautiful, intelligent, and, most importantly to him, financially stable. “She’s got a great job with a communications company,” he bragged. “It’s like insurance—if anything happens, she’ll have no trouble taking care of our kids.”
His words unsettled Tunde, who had always seen Daisy as more than just a financial safety net. Unlike Edward, who constantly rated women based on looks and bedroom skills, Tunde saw her kindness, grace, and quiet strength.
Edward, on the other hand, wasn’t ready to give up his player lifestyle. Even as his wedding plans took shape, he openly admired other women. “Daisy’s great, but she’s not a 36DD,” he once joked to Tunde. His philosophy? Marriage was like footwear—reliable sneakers for daily comfort, but sleek Italian shoes for special occasions.
One evening, while visiting the couple, Tunde found himself reassessing Daisy. As she moved effortlessly around the house, her beauty and elegance struck him differently. “She’s more than the seven you rated her,” he told Edward. His friend scowled, warning him to “keep his eyes off my woman.”
Then came the night everything changed. Tunde arrived at Edward’s flat to discuss business, but the air was thick with tension. Daisy and Edward had been fighting, and Edward, uninterested in solving their issues, left for yet another night out with his side chick, Mulikat.
As soon as he was gone, Daisy broke down in tears, venting her frustrations. “He doesn’t even try to make time for me anymore,” she confessed. Tunde, feeling a deep sympathy for her, moved closer to comfort her. What happened next shocked them both—one moment, she was crying in his arms, and the next, they were locked in a passionate embrace. The chemistry was undeniable. Right there, on the sofa, they made love.
Tunde expected regret to set in, but instead, Daisy called him a few days later. “I made dinner for two, but as usual, Edward is nowhere to be found,” she said. “Want to come over?”
Did he? He was at her place in minutes. What started as an act of comfort had turned into an undeniable affair. Their stolen moments became more frequent, and Daisy made it clear—she wasn’t worried about Edward. “He does what he wants. Why shouldn’t I?”
Tunde was torn. He had never planned on betraying his best friend. But the more time he spent with Daisy, the more he realized—he had no regrets.
