07/09/2025
SINÑERS IN ABUJA
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It is only when you don’t have a good man that you don’t fight for him when another woman tries to sn**ch him from you.
Let me tell you people, Abuja has shown me that if you don’t shine your eyes, another woman will collect it and shine for you.
Some women are serpents with lipgloss.
It all started innocently.
My husband, my Nwoke Anambala, borrowed a car battery on the express, not knowing the woman with the guy he borrowed battery from lived on our street.
From there, business brought them closer, my husband had launched LVG OUTDOOR and was partnering with a chinese company that produces hinges and k***s, she happened to be one of their employs as she handles the market runs and raw materials search for them so they linked them both up.
She’s an interior designer, polished outside but a drug addict deep inside, how do i know ? Because i digged and i have solid proof including her s*x tapes from different men.
Abuja no Dey smile sha 😂
But sneaky women never say, “I want your husband.” No. They hide.
She started calling him late at night, crying, “My husband is abusing me, he threatened to k!ll me, I’ll divorce him soon.” Emotional manipulation, plain and simple. And the painful part? My Nwoke Anambala listened.
Moya, why are you giving her attention when you’re not her family member , abi she no get family and friends?
That was when I said to myself: Dem no Dey use hand fight this one ooo, if it’s psychology she wants, I will be her lecturer.
First, I staged the clubbing trap.
I invited her to join us, me and my husband with a few friends, she was the only odd one out because everyone came with their partners.
We partayyed like our lives depended on it, you know, Music loud, lights low. I kišsed her, I fingèrëd her. Not out of desire, but to scatter her balance. I wanted her confused, disoriented. And it worked, she left feeling like she’d hit jackpot with this one plus I was equally passing a message to my husband that if he felt like giving her attention was the best thing, I could take a notch further.
Man still shivers when he remembers that night because he was caught inbetween vex and amazement 😂
But I didn’t stop. I dug into her life, pulled out secrets she thought nobody could ever find.
Then one day, she walked in and saw me calmly talking with her husband. She froze!
I never mentioned her late-night manipulations, but guilt will always sing louder than evidence. She exposed herself with her own mouth.
By then, she was already trembling whenever she saw me. But I wasn’t done. I set my final masterpiece.
I made her believe I had broken up with my Nwoke Anambala, that I was moving out the next day.
I even made my husband play along and confirm it to prove his loyalty to me.
She swallowed the lie immediately. She told him, “Let’s celebrate, come out for drinks, you’re free from toxicity now, I’ll be free too, soon” I was there when my husband made the call.
That night, she dressed like temptation itself, braless top, short skirt, no pants. She slid into his car, smiling like she had won the jackpot. But guess where I was?
Sitting quietly at the backseat with my head bent.
The moment she got comfortable, I leaned forward and said, “What are you doing in my husband’s car”?
Her spirit left her body that night. 😂She shook. She froze. She nearly confessed sins she hadn’t even committed, so much explanation without saying anything tangible.
At that point she was literally shivering and shaking, crying and swearing that she was not after my husband.
I calmly told her “I’m not the kind of woman you mess with in this town, don’t cross me”
Till today, when she sees me, she trembles. And the sweetest part? I never raised a hand. I never fought. I used psychology, and I almost drove her mad.
I don’t even know why I’m telling this story, I just remembered it now and started laughing 😂
I sha Dey craze ooo 😂
*Lifted*:
