What The Heart Keeps - Mother Daughter Betrayal - African Romance Drama Short Movie

Mommy, I need to tell you something. Chidi proposed to me. Which Chidi? Barrister Chidi Anwosu. You've met him at the firm's gala. Please don't look at me like that. Take off that ring, Ada. What? Why? I said take it off. Mommy. I know that man. I know him in ways you will never understand. Remove the ring. Amara, she said yes. I know. She called me. She called you? Why would she? Why? Because Ada is my cousin, Chidi. Did you forget that? Or did you choose to forget? Amara. What happened between us was… Was what? A mistake? Say it. I want to hear you say it to my face. That is not what happened. Then tell me what happened, Chidi. Tell me why I found Inika's earring in your car three months ago. You loved me first. You told me I was the only one. Then you walked into that gala and chose her mother's money and her daughter's innocence in the same breath. Mommy, talk to me. What do you know about him? Some things a mother carries alone. No. You don't get to do that. I am 26 years old. I love this man. Tell me what you know. I loved him too. What? Before you. Before the gala. Before everything. I loved him first, Ada. Mommy. And last month, he came back to me. Just once. He said it was goodbye. I believed him. He proposed to me the very next morning. Yes. Ada. Don't go in there angry. Go in there sure. There's something in his desk drawer in left side. A photo. Look at it first. Amara, what photo? Amara. What photo? The one he never deleted. The one that proves none of this was ever about you. Out of some you came, I was going to call you. Listen, whatever your mother said. Open your left drawer. What? I said open your left drawer, Chidi. Ada, I don't know what Amara told you, but… Open it! This is my mother. Ada. You kept her photo. In your office. While you had a ring in your pocket for me. It wasn't like that. Then what was it like? Tell me. Because right now all I see is my mother's face in a photo you never deleted. In the drawer closest to you. I loved her. Before I even knew you existed. Before the gala, before everything. Inika and I. It was real. And me? Was I real? You became the most real thing I had ever felt. I swear to you, Ida. Then why did you go back to her last month? You didn't go back to say goodbye, Chidi. You went back to check if you still felt it. Ida, please. Did you? That's what I thought. Ada. You knew. This whole time. You knew about mummy. You knew about the photo. You knew everything. Everything. Ida. Yes. Then why again? Then why didn't you tell me before I fell in love with him? Because I needed you to see it yourself. If I had told you, you would have chosen him anyway. You always choose the ones who hurt you, Ida. He told me he loved me. Then he left me for your mother. Then he left your mother for you. Ada. You were never the destination. You were the escape route. And what were you? I was the beginning. And I intend to be the end. Did you love him more than you loved me? There is not a man alive, Ada Sim not one, that I have ever loved more than you. Not even close. Then why did you let him in? Because I was lonely. And he looked at me like I was still someone worth looking at. What does Amara have to do with… Everything. I think she has everything to do with everything. She came to see you, didn't she? And Nika don't. I'm not calling to fight you. I'm calling because my daughter just walked through my door and she didn't cry. She didn't scream. She just sat down, looked at me and said, Mommy, did you love him more than you loved me? I didn't have an answer for her, Chidi. Because of you, I didn't have an answer for my own child. That's it. Not for me, not for you, for her. She deserves an answer that doesn't include your name. We're here. This better be worth leaving my mother's house at this hour. Say what you need to say. Thank you both for coming. Please sit down. Amara sent you both to me. What? The gala where we met, Ada, Amara gave you that invitation. I told you a client of hers needed a plus one. You told me this yourself on our third date. You laughed about it. Did you? She said her client... There was no client. She knew I would be there. She sent you specifically. To me. How long have you known this? Three weeks. You knew for three weeks. And you still proposed to my daughter. Because what I felt for Ada had nothing to do with how it started. I fell in love with her on my own. Why would Amara do that? Why would she send me to you? Because she wanted to watch me destroy myself. She wanted you to find out about your mother. She wanted your mother to find out I went back. She built the whole thing, Ada. Every phone call. Every perfectly timed revelation. Amara didn't warn you. She detonated you. She's my cousin. What is in that document, Chidi? Amara has been recording our calls. Since we ended things two years ago. She has transcripts, audio files, times... Everything between me and Ada. She sent this to me last night with one line attached. She sent this to a blog. It publishes tomorrow morning. Unless I do what she's asking. What is she asking? She wants me to come back to her. Publicly. She wants me to end everything. Issue a statement saying I was never serious about either of you. And return to her. She loves you. She never stopped. She doesn't love you, Chidi. A woman who loves a man does not use his mistakes as ammunition. She hoards them. She built a case. That is not love. That is ownership. I know exactly what that feels like. And I walked away from it two years ago when I walked away from him. Don't give her what she wants. Don't you dare. Not because of me. Because the moment you do, you confirm everything she believes. That you were never worth loving in the first place. You told them! Amara. This ends tonight. I never wanted to hurt you. You sent me to a man who had been with my mother. You recorded his calls. You threatened to expose my family. And you never wanted to hurt me? I wanted to protect you from him. He would have done to you exactly what he did to me. Exactly what he did to your mother! By destroying her first. You took him from me, Auntie Anneka! You knew I loved him. You knew. And you took him anyway. Yes, I did. And I have carried that shame every single day. Then why didn't you ever say that to me? Why didn't you ever just say that? Because I was too proud. And I was wrong. Amara. Send the cancellation to the blog. Tonight. And if I don't? Then you lose me. Not him. Not her. Me. Your cousin. The only person in this room who loved you without conditions. Is that what you want?