The Therapist: Chapter 12

Claire sat in the dimly lit lounge of a boutique hotel in Victoria Island, staring at the man she once believed was the love of her life. Daniel Olukoya sat across from her, swirling his whiskey with a slow, calculated motion. His charm was still there—the easy smile, the gentle touch of his hand on hers—but something beneath it felt different now.

“Claire,” he said smoothly, his eyes locking onto hers, “you’ve waited long enough. It’s time to finalize the divorce.”

Claire shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “I need more time, Daniel. Victor—”

“Victor doesn’t own you anymore,” Daniel cut in, his voice sharper than she remembered. “You said you wanted out. What’s stopping you?”

Claire swallowed, feeling the walls closing in. “It’s not that simple. Victor isn’t just going to let me walk away. He’ll fight me for everything.”

Daniel leaned in closer, his grip on her hand tightening. “Which is why you need to push forward. The settlement you’ll get from the divorce will be more than enough to start fresh.”

Claire looked down at their entwined hands, a flicker of doubt creeping in. She had dreamed of leaving Victor, of breaking free from his controlling grip, but something about Daniel’s urgency felt off.

Daniel’s voice softened. “Listen, babe. I just want us to be together. That money will change everything for us. I can finally clear my debts, start that business I’ve been talking about.”

There it was. The first crack in his façade. Claire’s eyes snapped up to his. “Debts?”

Daniel hesitated for a fraction of a second before forcing a smile. “It’s nothing serious. Just a little financial setback. But once we get that money, everything will be fine.”

Claire pulled her hand back slowly, her heart sinking. “I didn’t know you were in trouble, Daniel.”

He exhaled, shaking his head. “Claire, don’t do this. Don’t overthink it. We have a future together—don’t let Victor keep you trapped in that life.”

Meanwhile, Marcus sat in his office, staring at his laptop screen, his fingers drumming anxiously on the desk. He had spent the past few days digging into Daniel’s background, and what he found confirmed his worst suspicions.

Daniel was drowning in debt—millions owed to shady loan sharks and failed business deals. He wasn’t the innocent first love Claire had imagined; he was a man desperate for a way out, and Claire’s divorce payout was his golden ticket.

Marcus leaned back, rubbing his temples. If Claire went through with the divorce blindly, she’d be walking straight into another toxic relationship—one built on manipulation and financial desperation.

He had to warn her.

Claire’s phone buzzed with a message from Marcus: “We need to talk. It’s urgent.”

She sighed, hesitating before responding. She wasn’t in the mood for another lecture from him. She already knew what he thought of Daniel. But something about the urgency in his message unsettled her.

An hour later, Claire walked into Marcus’s office, arms crossed defensively. “What is it, Marcus?”

Marcus gestured for her to sit, his face unusually serious. “Claire, I’ve been looking into Daniel. I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but you need to know the truth.”

Claire bristled. “Marcus, I didn’t come here for a lecture on my love life.”

“This isn’t about your love life,” Marcus said, sliding a folder across the desk. “It’s about your future.”

Claire hesitated before picking it up, flipping through the pages. Her face paled as she scanned the documents—bank statements, loan records, and a long trail of financial ruin.

“He’s in deep trouble, Claire. Millions in debt. And you think it’s just a coincidence he came back into your life now?”

Claire’s hands trembled slightly, but she quickly composed herself. “Daniel wouldn’t use me like that. He loves me.”

Marcus sighed. “Claire, love and desperation can be a dangerous mix. He needs money, and you’re his solution.”

Claire closed the folder, setting it aside. “I know Daniel. He’s been through tough times, but he’s not using me.”

Marcus leaned forward, his voice softer. “I want to believe that. But what if you’re wrong?”

Claire stood, her expression a mix of anger and doubt. “I appreciate your concern, Marcus, but I can take care of myself.”

Marcus watched helplessly as she walked out, the weight of her denial pressing heavily on his chest.

That evening, Claire sat alone in her bedroom, the folder Marcus had given her resting on the nightstand. Daniel’s words echoed in her head, but so did the cold, hard facts in those documents.

Was she being naive?

Her phone buzzed with a message from Daniel: “Thinking about you. We’ll get through this together.”

Claire stared at the screen, her heart torn between hope and fear.

Marcus, meanwhile, paced in his apartment, knowing that Daniel could be the wildcard that ruined everything. If Claire went through with her divorce without caution, it could complicate his fragile arrangement with Baba Jide—and put them all in even greater danger.

He poured himself a drink, staring at his reflection in the window. “I need to figure out a way to get through to her… before it’s too late.”

But deep down, he knew that people only saw the truth when they were ready.

And time was running out.