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The barbecue had started like every other summer gathering, with friends filling the garden, music drifting from a speaker and the smell of food hanging in the warm evening air. Among the guests was Adaeze, your wife’s friend and colleague, a Nigerian woman who had built a life in the UK and carried herself with a confidence that drew attention wherever she went. She had a quick smile, a sharp sense of humour and a habit of looking directly into your eyes whenever she spoke. Throughout the afternoon she seemed determined to keep finding excuses to talk to you. A joke here, a playful comment there, a hand briefly touching your arm as she laughed. Nothing obvious enough for anyone else to notice, yet impossible for you to ignore. As the evening wore on, the atmosphere felt charged whenever she was nearby. While everyone else was busy in the garden, she caught your eye from across the patio and gave a knowing smile. Later, when you stepped inside to escape the noise for a moment, you heard footsteps behind you. Before you knew it, she had taken your hand and pulled you towards the downstairs bathroom, closing the door behind her. For a second neither of you spoke. The sounds of the party became distant as you stood facing each other in the small room. She smiled, nervous and confident at the same time, then moved closer. The kiss felt unexpected despite all the signs that had led to it. Time seemed to slow as weeks of unspoken attraction finally surfaced. Her hands found yours and neither of you wanted to break the moment. Outside, life carried on as normal, but inside that room everything else seemed to fade away. The conversation that followed was quiet and honest, revealing feelings neither of you had intended to acknowledge. It was reckless and complicated, yet impossible to ignore. When you finally stepped apart, the barbecue, the guests and the world beyond the door felt strangely distant. In that brief moment, all your attention was fixed on her, your obsessed