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Sometimes I disappear because I don’t know how to explain myself
I swear, if person no pass through wetin I pass through...
19/05/2026

Sometimes I disappear because I don’t know how to explain myself


I swear, if person no pass through wetin I pass through this year, e fit hard to understand why I dey ghost everybody like village spirit.

One minute, I go dey active
 posting memes, laughing for WhatsApp status, shouting “Who dey breeeet?” like say life soft.

Next minute?

Boom.

I vanish.

No calls.
No texts.
Nothing.

People think say I dey form.

But deep down, na because I no even know how to explain the kind confusion wey dey my chest.

Especially after Chioma happened.

Ah.

That girl finish me with premium heartbreak wey suppose qualify for Olympics.

We met for my friend birthday party. She sharp, funny, stubborn small
 the kind girl wey fit insult you and still make you smile like mumu.

I loved her badly.

Even when my guys dey warn me.

“Bro, this babe get secrets.”

But me?
I no hear word.

Love dey make person temporarily s t u p I d.
God abeg forgive me.

Everything dey sweet at first.

Matching DP.
Late-night calls.
“Baby have you eaten?”
“Send me location.”
“Come cuddle me.”

Normal lover boy package.

Until one evening.

I went to surprise her for her house.

I even buy sharwama and yoghurt like responsible boyfriend.

As I reach her compound, I notice one black car parked outside.

Big motor.

Tinted.

My mind first tell me say maybe na visitor.

But as I climb stairs reach her door


I hear man voice.

Deep voice.

Laughing.

Then Chioma laugh join.

That laugh pain me pass slap.

My hand begin shake.

I knock.

Silence.

Another knock.

Before she open door small.

“Babe?? Wetin you dey do here?”

Her face don change instantly.

Like person wey police catch.

I peek inside.

One guy sit down for chair dey press phone comfortably like landlord.

The sharwama nearly fall from my hand.

“Who be this?” I ask.

She start stammer.

“My cousin
”

Omo.

If na lie detector dey that room, e for don explode.

The guy stand up calmly.

Tall.
Fresh.
Expensive perfume wey nearly blind me.

Then he stretch hand.

“Guy, calm down. I be her fiancĂ©.”




FIANCÉ???

I laugh.

The kind laugh wey dey come when pain too much.

I thought na prank.

Until the guy bring out engagement pictures from him phone.

Professional photoshoot.

Matching outfits.

Wedding hashtag already ready.

My chest hot instantly.

Chioma begin cry.

“Please let me explain—”

Explain wetin exactly??
How you dey date two men like DSTV package?

I comot quietly.

No shouting.
No fighting.

But that night?

I off my phone for one whole month.

Everybody think say something happen to me.

Truth be say


Something actually happen.

My heart break into pieces like gala wey trailer jam.

I stopped replying messages.

Even my mama threaten to report me m i s s i n g.

But the real madness never even start.

One midnight, Chioma suddenly text me.

“I’m outside your house.”

My spirit nearly leave my body.

Outside??

By 1:47am??

I open curtain small.

And there she was.

Crying.

Holding small bag.

Rain dey beat her like Nollywood scene.

I no wan open door, but curiosity k i l l e d me.

As she enter, she hug me tight.

“Please hide me,” she whispered.

“Hide you from who?”

Before she answer


POUNDING on my gate.

LOUD.

Aggressive.

Then one male voice shout:

“Chioma!! I know say you dey there!”

Omo.

My soul disconnect.

She start shaking violently.

That was when she finally confessed


The so-called fiancé was not just her fiancé.

The man dey dangerous.

Obsessed.

Controlling.

And according to her


He already threatened anybody wey come close to her before.

My mouth dry instantly.

I wanted to send her away immediately.

But then


She showed me bruises on her arm.

Fresh marks.

I froze.

The banging on my gate became louder.

“Open this gate NOW!”

Then my phone vibrated.

Unknown number.

I picked slowly.

The voice on the other side laugh softly and say:

“You think say she innocent?”

My heartbeat stop.

Then he sent one picture.

Omo


The picture nearly made me faint.

Because the Chioma standing beside me


Was wearing the exact same clothes from a CCTV image


Where one rich old man disappeared three weeks ago.
And her face?

Clear.
Smiling.
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I swear some people no dey text you because they miss you
Na because everybody else don ignore them. 💔That night, rain d...
18/05/2026

I swear some people no dey text you because they miss you


Na because everybody else don ignore them. 💔

That night, rain dey fall like say heaven get personal issue.

NEPA don take light since afternoon, my phone battery na 8%, and I just dey my bed like roasted chicken, pressing TikTok with one eye.

Then my phone vibrate.

“Baby girl, you dey awake?” đŸ˜©

I freeze.

Because na Kelvin.

Kelvin wey disappear for THREE months like politician promise after election.

Kelvin wey leave my last message on seen since January.

Kelvin wey post soft life pictures with one yellow babe for Instagram caption:
“Peace of mind is expensive.”

Mtchewww.

I almost ignore am.

But loneliness fit make person do mumu things.

So I reply:
“Wetin happen?”

This boy type immediately.

Immediately o.

As if him dey online dey wait for me since.

“Honestly, na you I really miss.”

LMAOOOOOO 😭

See me see wahala.

My foolish heart still do small somersault.

Because no matter how strong babe dey pretend, one tiny part of us always wants to believe:
“Maybe this person finally changed.”

So we start talking again.

He began sending voice notes.

“Na only you understand me.”

“You different from other girls.”

“I’ve been going through a lot.”

Ehen.

The same script all these emotional armed robbers dey use. đŸš¶đŸœâ€â™€ïž

But I no go lie


The attention sweet me.

Every night, he’d call me around 1am.

Sometimes 2am.

Sometimes 3am.

Always complaining.

Always sad.

Always lonely.

And me?
I became free therapist with data subscription.

I listened to his family problems.
His business issues.
His fake friends.
Even his ex that “damaged him emotionally.”

Meanwhile this guy never once asked:
“How YOU dey?”

But mumu me no notice.

Or maybe I noticed

I just ignored am because I liked having somebody.

Then one night, something happened.

Kelvin called me around 2:17am.

Crying.

Actual crying.

“Please don’t leave me
 na only you I get.”

Omo.

My chest cut.

I sat up immediately.

I even used my last ₩500 buy midnight data because of this boy.

We talked till almost 4am.

Before sleeping, he whispered:
“I think I’m falling for you again.”

Kai.

See butterfly.

See foolishness.

I slept smiling like person wey win giveaway.

Next morning


I messaged him.

No reply.

Afternoon


No reply.

Night


Still nothing.

But guess what?

Mr Lonely Man posted picture with one babe at a rooftop lounge.

Caption:
“My safe place ❀”

SAFE PLACE KE?? 😭😭😭

I zoom the picture like CID officer.

And when I saw the girl clearly


My blood run cold.

Because na Sandra.

MY OWN FRIEND.

The same Sandra wey knew everything.

The same Sandra wey told me:
“Men are wicked o, protect your heart.”

My hand begin shake.

I quickly call Kelvin.

Blocked.

I call Sandra.

Blocked too.

At this point, my spirit leave my body small.

But wait


That’s not even the worst part.

Two days later, Sandra mistakenly post screenshot on her status.

And guess whose chat dey there?

MINE.

My private chats with Kelvin.

These people were literally laughing at me together.

One message I saw there still dey pain me till today:

“She too available 😂”

Omo.

I nearly crÄsh my phone against wall.

After all the midnight calls.
After all the emotional rubbish.
After all the fake “I miss you.”

Na boredom carry this boy come meet me.

I was never special.

I was just AVAILABLE.

That realization eh


E fit humble person spiritually.

Since that day, anytime anybody text me:
“Hey stranger đŸ„ș”

My first question no be:
“How are you?”

Na:
“Who ignore you before you remembered me?” 💀

But life still get final twist sha


Because yesterday night


Sandra texted me.

After TWO months.

Just one message.

“Please can we talk? I need to tell you something about Kelvin
”

And before I could even reply


My phone started ringing.

Unknown number.

I picked.

The voice whisper:
“Don’t trust Sandra
 she’s lying to everybody
”

Omo


I still never recover from wetin I hear next. 😳

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I miss the version of me that could sleep without checking my phone every five minutes.Back then, if you told me “I love...
17/05/2026

I miss the version of me that could sleep without checking my phone every five minutes.

Back then, if you told me “I love you,” I would believe you with my full chest.

No investigation.
No anxiety.
No overthinking.

But now?

Omo
 one “seen” message can destroy my whole mood for the day.

It started with Anita.

That girl entered my life like soft breeze after hot afternoon. Sweet voice. Calm smile. Even my mama liked her immediately. Anytime she came around, my younger sister would shout, “Wife material don land!”

And honestly, I believed it too.

For the first few months, everything was smooth.

Too smooth.

That should’ve been my first warning.

One night, around 1am, I woke up randomly and checked my phone. I saw her online. I texted her:

“Baby, you never sleep?”

No reply.

But she was still online.

My chest started doing somehow.

Five minutes later, offline.

Ten minutes later, online again.

I told myself to calm down.

“She probably dey chat her female friend.”

But my brain no gree rest.

The next morning, I asked her casually.

“Who you dey chat by that time?”

She laughed.

“See this overthinker. Na my cousin wey dey Canada.”

I smiled too.

But something inside me whispered, “She dey lie.”

From that day, peace leave my life.

Every little thing became evidence.

If she smiled at her phone — my heart would race.

If she took long to reply — I’d imagine another guy beside her.

If she posted fine pictures without sending me first — wahala.

I became a full-time FBI agent with zero salary.

Sometimes I hated myself for it.

I would stare at old photos of myself and think:

“Guy
 wetin happen to you?”

The old me used to laugh freely.

Now I was calculating typing speed and checking last-seen timestamps like national assignment.

One evening, she came to my place acting strange.

Too sweet.

Too careful.

She even cooked jollof and fried turkey for me.

That was when my overthinking became worse.

Because Nigerian girls don’t suddenly start behaving like angels for no reason.

As she was in the kitchen, her phone vibrated on the table beside me.

I tried to ignore it.

God knows I tried.

But another message entered.

Then another one.

My heart started pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.

Finally, I carried the phone.

The message preview nearly stopped my breathing.

“Baby, I miss last night already.”

My hands went cold.

I opened the chat.

Pictures.

Voice notes.

Messages.

My girlfriend.

Another man.

I felt something break inside me instantly.

All the overthinking.
All the anxiety.
All the sleepless nights.

I wasn’t crazy after all.

She walked out from the kitchen smiling, holding food tray.

Then she saw the phone in my hand.

Silence.

That kind silence that feels louder than generator noise at midnight.

“Please let me explain,” she whispered.

I laughed.

That dangerous laugh people do when pain don pass tears.

“Explain wetin exactly?”

She started crying immediately.

Typical.

Then she said something I will never forget for the rest of my life.

“You pushed me into his arms with your constant suspicion.”

Omo.

I froze.

Imagine hearing that after catching evidence with your own eyes.

According to her, my overthinking suffocated her.
My constant questioning stressed her.
My fear of betrayal eventually created betrayal.

And somehow


Part of me believed her.

That was the scariest part.

For weeks, I couldn’t sleep properly.

I kept asking myself:

“If I trusted her more
 would she still have cheated?”

Or


“Did my instincts save me from marrying a professional liar?”

Till today, I still don’t know the answer.

But yesterday changed everything again.

Because after six months of silence


Anita called me crying by 2am.

And what she said next made my entire body weak.

“The guy I cheated with
 he’s outside my house with a k n i f e.”

Then the call suddenly ended.

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đŸ”„ The Truth About My Village Chief Finally Came Out đŸ”„I swear on everything I hold dear
 the day we found out the truth a...
13/05/2026

đŸ”„ The Truth About My Village Chief Finally Came Out đŸ”„

I swear on everything I hold dear
 the day we found out the truth about our village chief, even the dead would have woken up to run.

That night no be normal night.

I grew up hearing that Chief Okpara was a “man of honor.”
Everybody respected him. Even my papa no dey talk when Chief pass.

If Chief cough, the whole village go ask, “Who offend am?”

Na him settle land issues. Na him dey bless marriages. Na him even dey warn us about evil spirits and bad luck.

But something always felt
 off.

It started when my friend Emeka disappeared.

Just like that.

One evening we dey gist for river side, next morning
 Emeka don vanish. No fight, no trace, no goodbye.

People talk say maybe na obodo oyibo he travel.
But I know Emeka
 that boy no get shishi to travel.

Two weeks later, another person vanish.

Then another.

Fear enter village like harmattan dust.

Women dey lock doors early.
Men dey form strong but I dey see fear for their eyes.

But Chief?

Chief calm like say nothing dey happen.

He even call meeting one day.

“Spirits are angry,” he said. “We must do cleansing.”

And everybody shouted, “Yes Chief!”

Only me
 I no gree believe am.

That night, curiosity hold me by neck.

I decided to follow Chief.

Yes
 I know say na stupid idea. But something inside me dey shout, “Go!”

Around midnight, I see Chief waka go bush side.

No guard. No torch. Just him alone.

I quietly follow am.

My heart dey beat like drum for new yam festival.

Then
 I saw it.

A hidden shrine.

Not the normal kind.

This one
 ehn
 even devil go fear.

Human skulls arrange like decoration.
Strange symbols draw everywhere.
And the smell
 chai
 like rotten b0dy mixed with incense.

I nearly run.

But I stay.

Then Chief started talking.

Not normal talking o


His voice change. Deep. Heavy. Like something else dey speak through am.

“More sacrifices must come,” he said.

My leg nearly fail me.

Sacrifices???

Before I fit process anything, two men drag someone come out.

Blindfolded.

My heart stop.

It was Emeka.

EMEKA WAS ALIVE.

But weak
 shaking
 like person wey don see h£ll.

I wan shout
 but fear glue my mouth.

Chief raise his hand
 chanting strange words.

Then suddenly—

“STOP!”

Another voice cut through the air.

Police siren follow immediately.

Everybody scatter.

Chief turn
 and for the first time
 I see fear for his eyes.

Police rush in, torchlight everywhere.

Turns out
 one woman from nearby village don report strange movements.

They don dey monitor Chief for weeks.

What came out that night?

Omo
 na film.

Chief no be just village leader


He was running a full ritual network.

Using missing villagers for sacrifices to maintain power and wealth.

All those blessings?
All those miracles?

Na bÂŁllsh!t.

They arrested him that night.

Village scatter.

People wey worship am begin cry.

Others dey curse.

My papa just sit down
 quiet.

“Everything na lie
” he whispered.

But wait


This is where it gets worse.

Three days after Chief was taken away


They found something inside his compound.

A hidden room.

Inside?

Pictures.

Names.

Lists.

And guess whose name was next?

Mine.

Since that day
 I no dey sleep well.

Because one question still dey disturb me


If police didn’t come that night


Would I still be alive?

Or


Was someone else already planning to take Chief’s place?

Because till now


Strange things still dey happen in the village.

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I Fell in Love with My Driver—Now We’re MarriedI swear, if person tell me say I go marry my driver, I for laugh tire tha...
12/05/2026

I Fell in Love with My Driver—Now We’re Married

I swear, if person tell me say I go marry my driver, I for laugh tire that day.

Because me? The same me wey dey form “soft life queen”? Driver ke? Abeg shift.

But life get the kind plot twist wey no dey send your pride.

It started the day my ex broke my heart like pure sachet water.

His name na Tunde. Fine boy, sweet mouth, but his heart? Black like generator smoke. I caught him red-handed with one of my so-called “friends” on my own bed.

My own bed.

That day, I no cry immediately. I just stood there, my hand dey shake, my chest dey burn like pepper soup.

Na my driver, Emeka, come run enter the room when he hear noise.

“Madam, wetin happen?” he asked, breathless.

I no even answer. I just point.

That boy see everything.

Tunde quickly carry his jeans, dey shout, “Baby, it’s not what it looks like!”

I just laugh.

“E dey always look like wetin e be,” I said calmly.

That was the end.

Or so I thought.
For the next few weeks, I no fit myself.

I go sit for back seat, dey stare outside, no energy, no vibe. Sometimes, tears go just dey drop silently.
Na Emeka go always dey check on me through the mirror.

“Madam, you never chop today?”
“Madam, make I buy you small suya?”
“Madam, you go dey okay.”
At first, e dey annoy me.

Like, why this boy dey care too much?
But one day
 I break.
I just start to cry like small pikin inside that car.
Ugly cry.

Snot, tears, everything.
He park the car for one quiet street.
Come down.
Open my door.
“Madam
 no cry like this. That man no worth am.”

His voice soft. Genuine.

That was the first time somebody talk to me like I be human
 not just “madam.”
From there, something change.

We start dey gist more.
Small small.
He go tell me about his village, how him mama struggle train am. How he no even want to be driver forever, say he dey save money go school.
I go find myself dey laugh again.

One day, NEPA take light for house, everywhere dark.

Generator no gree start.

Na me and Emeka sit outside, under moonlight, dey drink malt.

We dey talk.

We dey laugh.

Then silence come.

That kind silence wey get meaning.

Before I know wetin happen
 our eyes lock.

My heart skip.

His own sef.

“Madam
” he whisper.

I know say this thing wrong.

Very wrong.

But that night?

I no think.
I just feel.
We start dating secretly.
Yes.
Judge me if you want.

But that boy treat me like queen pass any man I don ever meet.

He no get money like that, but respect? Care? Loyalty?
Full package.
But drama no go ever finish for this life.

One evening, I hear knock for gate.
I open.
Na Tunde.
Looking rough. Unshaven. Desperate.
“Please
 I need to talk to you.”

I just dey look am.
He fall on his knees.
“I messed up. That girl meant nothing. I still love you.”

I laugh.
“Love? You call that thing love?”

Before I fit close gate, Emeka come outside.
He see Tunde.
Tunde see am.
Everything freeze.

Then Tunde talk something wey scatter my head completely.
“You think say this your driver love you? Ask am who send am come your life!”

My heart drop.
“What do you mean?” I asked, voice shaking.
Tunde smile
 that wicked smile.
“I was the one who recommended him to your dad.”

Silence.
Heavy silence.
I turn look Emeka.
His face
 blank.
“Emeka
 wetin he dey talk?”
He no answer.
Just look down.

That moment?
Everything shatter again.
Was everything a setup?
All the care
 the love
 the late-night talks


Fake?

Or real?
Till today
 I still dey ask myself that question.

Because the next thing wey happen
 nobody see am coming.

Not even me.
And na that thing lead to our wedding.
But trust me

The real truth about Emeka?
E never even come out.

And the day e go come out

Somebody go cry blood.

To be continued


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I Was Forced to Marry a Man Old Enough to Be My Father“Ah, na today e start? I no go lie, my life don change since that ...
11/05/2026

I Was Forced to Marry a Man Old Enough to Be My Father

“Ah, na today e start? I no go lie, my life don change since that day!”

It was supposed to be a happy day. I should be getting ready for my university exams, but here I am, dressed in a white gown, looking at the man I’m about to marry. And he’s old enough to be my father! Na real wahala.

His name na Mr. Okoro, a big-time businessman. He’s tall, slim, but the man too old. If I talk say he dey close to 60, I no go wrong. When I first meet am, I thought say na my uncle or one of those uncles wey like to carry pikin dem. But him no, he smiled like he had me in his hand, and from there, everything scatter.

It all started when my mama bring the idea. She say I go marry this man for "better future." Like, how? She tell me say he go sponsor my education and even give me chance to live the life I always dream of. Na me and my mama wey dey struggle, so the offer no be small one.

I no even think am twice. Na why me I agree to the marriage. But wahala come when I realize that I no dey feel any connection with Mr. Okoro. I mean, this man get plenty b0dy, wrinkled face, and talk like someone wey don tire. I go dey look am, and in my head, I dey wonder, “Why me?” My mind no go rest because something just no sit well with me.

One night, Mr. Okoro tell me say he go take me out for dinner. I no go lie, the man try to make me feel comfortable. He bought me flowers, whispered sweet things like say na him dey live my dreams for me. But deep down, na just the money dey speak.

I was still giving him that fake smile and "Yes, sir" attitude, but the real me never show. Na one night, everything turn upside down.

I was at my friend's birthday party. You know, just some harmless fun with the girls. We dey gisting, sipping our drinks when I noticed this one guy. Fine boy, you know. Na normal thing, we talk small, but after 10 minutes, bam! We dey kiss. I never feel so alive, as in, the kind of feeling wey I never felt before.

Turns out, this fine guy na Mr. Okoro’s younger brother. I didn't know! When I later see him the next day at a family gathering, I just froze. I never even know how to talk. He looked at me, eyes sharp like say he don catch me.

Later that night, I hear the shocking part: Mr. Okoro know about us. Him know say I kiss his brother, and the mad part? He still want me to marry him. The reason? His brother already get wife, and he no want to be left behind. Can you imagine that? Old man get jealous over his younger brother!

I swear, I was about to break down. I was trapped. The man I was supposed to marry was fine with everything—just to save face. I thought it was just one of those things, until I discovered the biggest secret.

Guess who Mr. Okoro’s other woman is? My own mother. Yes, you read it right. My mama was in a full-blown relationship with him before he decided to marry me.

I nearly faint. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The man I was supposed to marry was using me as a pawn for my own mother’s personal gain. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of lies. Betrayed by the two people I thought loved me.

Na that day I swear, say nothing go make me marry that man. But now, I don’t know what to do. I’m trapped in this web of lies, drama, and betrayal, and it’s like everyone’s waiting to see if I’ll break.

To make matters worse, my mama just came to me this morning with tears in her eyes, begging me to forgive her. She say Mr. Okoro has threatened her. And if I don't go ahead with the wedding, we all go suffer.

Na who I go believe? Mr. Okoro? My mama? Or my own heart?

To be continued


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My Life Changed After One Phone CallChai! I no go lie, that one na the kind call wey fit scatter your whole life in one ...
11/05/2026

My Life Changed After One Phone Call

Chai! I no go lie, that one na the kind call wey fit scatter your whole life in one minute. I never imagine say e go turn my world upside down.

E start like normal Monday morning. Me and my babe, Chuks, dey waka small, dey plan our weekend. I dey inside my room dey scroll my phone, dey hum my own song, when e ring
 unknown number. Normally, I no dey pick calls from numbers wey I no sabi, but somehow, my hand pick am before my brain fit talk.

“Hello?” I yan, dey reason who fit dey the other side. Na so the voice start. Soft, calm
 but somehow, e get shivers wey run through my spine.

“Baby
 I dey work now
” e yan.

I pause. Chai! My mind dey play trick for me. Na so I hear wetin I suppose no hear: “
come & give me that thing
” 😳 My heart jam my throat. I no sabi whether to laugh or to shout. I dey hear correct? Na Chuks fit talk this kain thing?

Before I fit react, e continue dey yan, soft-soft, like person dey whisper secret. My whole body freeze. Na wetin I hear next dey tear my soul. The person for the line yan things wey make me pack bag immediately. I no fit look back. I just waka.

That night, I crash for my friend house. Sleep? No fit come near me. My mind dey replay every single moment wey Chuks and I don spend together. Na so I dey dey question myself
 how I no notice all the signs? How I let my own trust blind me?

Two days later, I decide to face the truth. I go house, I no knock, I enter quietly. Na so I see am
 Chuks dey there with some other babe, dey laugh, dey cuddle, like e never even dey my life before. My heart? E bleed like river. My eyes dey shout “betrayal” without sound.

I pack myself, dey go my room, dey weep like small pikin. Na so I see one envelope dey my table. E get my name. I open am
 na DNA result. My legs shake. I dey read am slowly
 Chai! Na confirmation say
 na him never be the father of my pikin. 😭

My life? Scatter! My trust? Gone! My heart? Shattered! And the biggest shock? E no finish there
 I hear say the person wey make the call
 na my own bestie
 the person wey I trust pass all. đŸ˜±

I stand for my room, dey look mirror, dey wonder
 who I go fit trust again? Who I go fit call my own? Everything I know don change after one phone call
 one phone call wey turn my world upside down.

To be continued


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My Ex Came Back Rich—But I Had Moved OnIt was a regular Wednesday when I saw him again. The man who broke my heart two y...
11/05/2026

My Ex Came Back Rich—But I Had Moved On

It was a regular Wednesday when I saw him again. The man who broke my heart two years ago. He was back, but this time, it wasn’t a text or an apologetic call. No. He was standing in front of me like some damn Hollywood movie star, looking like he had everything he wanted in the world.

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

He was wearing a black suit, the type that only rich people wear. I’m talking about one of those outfits that scream “I’m better than you” even though they’re just clothes. His sunglasses were on, and his car... my God. A Mercedes G-Wagon, parked like it was meant to block the entire street.

If you know me well, you’d know I’m not easily impressed. But this... this was something else.

He walked up to me slowly, like he had all the time in the world. His smile? That stupid, cocky smile. He opened his mouth and said, “I’m back. Let’s start again, yeah?”

I froze.

After all that he put me through, after all the tears I shed when he dumped me for that girl who wore too much makeup and couldn’t even pronounce “Yoruba” properly, he had the guts to come back like everything was fine?

I looked him up and down, trying not to let my emotions get the best of me. But trust me, it was hard. Karma had come knocking for me before, and now, here it was, in the form of a rich, successful ex.

But here’s the thing: I had moved on.

Two years had passed. Two long years. I was no longer that heartbroken girl crying every night. I had built myself up. I had a new man now. A real man. A man who respects me, who doesn’t go around breaking hearts like they’re nothing.

So, with all the courage I could muster, I turned my back to him and said, “No thanks, I’ve moved on.”

For a second, he didn’t know what to do. His expression changed. His pride? Gone. But he quickly pulled himself together.

“You serious?” he asked, voice low now. “I’m not the one you want?”

I smiled and shook my head.

“You weren’t the one then, and you’re not the one now,” I said, keeping my voice steady, but inside, my heart was beating like a drum.

His face twisted. “You know I still love you, right?”

At that moment, something inside me snapped. He did love me, but only when it suited him. Only when I was available. When he had nothing. But now that he had money and status, he thought he could come back and just pick me up like nothing happened.

I couldn’t let him think that I was weak enough to fall for it again.

I turned to walk away, and that was when I saw him—my man—walking towards us. My current guy. He was tall, with a swag that made every eye in the street turn. And when he saw my ex, the tension in the air could’ve been cut with a knife.

But instead of the usual drama, my man just smiled and walked up to me, putting his arm around my waist.

“Everything good?” he asked me, giving my ex a side-eye.

My ex, looking all lost and confused, started stuttering. “You... you’re with him? But... but... I’m a big deal now.”

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I just had to laugh.

“Big deal? Omo, you might have money, but you don’t have what he has,” I said, pointing to my man.

He gave me a small, knowing smile.

And that was when the final twist hit me.

Just as I was about to walk away, my ex leaned in and whispered, “Just wait till you find out who I’ve been spending my nights with...”

I stopped dead in my tracks.

To be continued... đŸ˜±đŸ”„

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I Was Betrayed on My Wedding NightThe night I’d been dreaming of turned into my worst nightmare. My so-called "happily e...
10/05/2026

I Was Betrayed on My Wedding Night
The night I’d been dreaming of turned into my worst nightmare. My so-called "happily ever after" was nothing but a lie.
I’ll start from the beginning. My name na Chijioke, but my friends dey call me Chi. I met this fine girl, Ifeoma, about two years ago at my cousin’s wedding. She had that kind of smile that could melt your heart and a body
 Omo! Her body no dey joke. We hit it off instantly, and before I knew it, we were a couple. Everything about her was perfect—her laughter, the way she looked at me, her kisses... everything. I loved her.
Fast forward to last week—my wedding day. I’ve never been more excited in my life. I remember telling my boys, “Today na my day! I go show Ifeoma say I get her back!” And everybody was hyped, like, “Chi, you don don upgrade, na your time!”
The wedding was everything! We danced, we ate, we took photos, the place was full of laughter. But deep inside, I had one thing on my mind—my wedding night. I couldn’t wait to be alone with Ifeoma, hold her, love her, you know. I had a whole plan for the night.
The night was finally here. The guests left. Ifeoma and I went to our hotel room. She looked so beautiful, and I was already thinking about what we’d do next. But then... the vibe change. You know that feeling when everything feels wrong, but you no fit place your hand on why?
I no go lie, I start feeling some type of way. She no seem as excited as I thought. I asked her, “Babe, you okay?”
She smiled and said, “I’m fine, Chi. Just tired.”
I thought nothing of it. After all, it had been a long day. But then, as I made my way to the bathroom to freshen up, I noticed something strange. I saw Ifeoma’s phone buzzing on the nightstand. Normally, I no dey touch woman phone, but this time, something told me to check it. I picked up the phone, and what I saw made my heart drop.
There was a message from a guy. The name was “Tolu: My King” and the message said: “I can’t wait for tonight, babe. I’m counting down the hours till I see you again.”
My hands started to shake. I was staring at the phone like a mad man. “Who be this ‘Tolu’ person?” I muttered under my breath.
My mind began racing. This couldn’t be happening. Not on my wedding night. Not after everything we’ve been through. I quickly put the phone down and stepped out of the bathroom. Ifeoma was sitting on the bed, still acting normal.
I had to ask her. I couldn’t just ignore it.
I walked up to her slowly, trying to keep my cool. "Ifeoma, who be this Tolu guy? Wetin him mean by ‘my king’?"
Her face went blank for a second. I could see her trying to hold her breath, but I wasn’t going to back down.
Ifeoma stood up slowly. She took a deep breath and said, "Chi, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you, but you deserve to know. Tolu... he’s my ex. We were seeing each other while we were planning the wedding. I was going to tell you after the wedding, but I—"
I couldn’t even hear the rest of what she said. My head was spinning. I felt like the whole world collapsed on me. All this time, I was planning to start my life with a woman who was still holding on to some other man? On our wedding night?
Before I could say anything, the door banged open. A voice shouted, “Ifeoma! Are you ready to go? Don’t make me wait!”
It was Tolu! He was here. On our wedding night! He entered the room like it was his house. That was when the full drama unfolded.
“You!” I shouted. “You’re the one she was—”
He laughed, cut me off, and said, “Relax, Chi. It was a good run. I’m sure you’ve enjoyed the wedding, but this wedding night... nah, my time now.”
The last thing I saw before everything went dark was Ifeoma’s face. She didn’t look sorry. In fact, she was smiling.
To be continued...
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