07/28/2025
Adaora thought she had found peace in Tayo, the smooth-talking tech bro with dimples and dreams.
They met during a fuel scarcity queue in Lekki — both sweating, both frustrated, both laughing through the madness. From there, it was midnight suya runs, beach dates, and whispered promises over sweet kisses. Tayo said she was his “forever software,” the one he’d never uninstall.
But Lagos is a city that moves fast… and hides secrets faster.
One rainy Thursday, chilling in Tayo's Lekki home, Adaora borrowed Tayo’s iPad to order jollof rice and grilled turkey. A notification popped up, “Can’t wait to taste you again 😍", Precious.
Her fingers trembled.
Precious wasn’t just anyone. She was Adaora’s best friend. Flatmate. Sister-from-another-mother. The one who helped her pick out the dress she wore on her first date with Tayo.
Betrayal? It burned hotter than Lagos sun at noon.
Adaora didn’t cry. She didn’t confront. Instead, she waited.
That Sunday, they all went to lunch in Ikoyi. Midway through hot jollof rice, she raised her wine glass, smiled sweetly, and said, “To the two people I loved the most… may your lies last longer than Lagos traffic.”
And with that, she stood, dropped the apartment keys on the table, and walked out — leaving silence, guilt, and two traitors choking on their guilt.
In Lagos, love can be loud.
But betrayal? It echoes.
THIRD MAINLAND LIES - END
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