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30/12/2025

THE OATH I REFUSED TO BREAK.

PART ONE

Life didn’t end when I found out my husband was cheating on me.

At least, that’s what I told myself.

How did I find out? you might ask.

It happened the night the police came knocking on my door.

They said a woman named Sarah had been found dead at the lake house I bought for my husband as a birthday gift.
And now, they needed to take him to the station for questioning.

That was when my world tilted.

You see, I am the breadwinner of my family.
A well-known lawyer.
I have poured sweat, blood, and years of sleepless nights into building my career.

And my husband?
Jobless.
Comfortable.
A man who would rather cheat on his wife than search for a job.

The irony crushed me.

I was broken… shattered… humiliated.

My husband?
The same man I worked tirelessly to give a luxurious life to—
cheating on me?
And now linked to the death of another woman?

My heart cracked in places I didn’t know existed.

Yet… I didn’t walk away.

I became his lawyer.

Why?

Because I loved him.

Because on the day we got married, we took an oath.
And no matter how badly he had betrayed me, I was determined to keep mine.

But as I followed the police car that night, one terrifying question refused to leave my mind:

Who exactly was Sarah to my husband?

And what really happened at that lake house?

This is only the beginning... Part 2 soon

28/12/2025

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27/12/2025

THE KNOCK AT 3:15 A.M

I was fast asleep when I heard a loud knock on the door.

Who could that be? I thought.

*Gbim. Gbim. Gbim.*

Another knock — harder this time.

I turned to look at my husband. He was fast asleep.
That surprised me. He was a very light sleeper.

I sat upright on the bed and decided to check.

I slipped into my flip-flops and quietly went down the stairs.

*Gbim. Gbim. Gbim* .

Another knock.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, my eyes caught the wall clock.

*3:15 a.m.*

Who could be knocking at this time? I wondered.

I almost went back upstairs to wake my husband.
But I remembered how exhausted he looked.
He had just finished a ten-hour operation at the hospital.

No, I told myself.
I’ll check.

I walked to the door and peered through the peephole.

I froze.

No.
It couldn’t be.

Dazed, I opened the door.

Standing in front of me… was my husband.

I couldn’t speak. My tongue felt stuck.

“Honey,” he said.
“You won’t believe what happened to me. I was almost kidnapped on my way back from work. Some men stopped me, beat me up, took my phone and money. If not for God, they would have taken me too.”

I stood there in shock.
Speechless.

Then suddenly, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Honey… who are you talking to at this time?”

I slowly turned around.
And there he was.

My husband.

Putting on a robe.
Walking down the stairs.

What is going on?
Who is my husband?
Who did I share my bed with?
Am I going mad?

23/12/2025

IF ONLY SHE KNEW

I stared at my husband’s secretary as she flirted shamelessly with him.

She was everything I used to be a few years back.
Long legs.
Full breasts.
Curvy hips.
Flat stomach.

I noticed the way she looked at my husband — with admiration, hunger, confidence.
It took everything in me not to walk straight up to the table where they were seated.

Finally, she excused herself to use the ladies.

This is my chance, I thought.

I followed her to the bathroom. She was standing in front of the mirror, touching up her makeup.

Me: “Amanda, I need to speak with you. I think you should stay away from him. You already know he’s a married man, and besides… there’s something else you need to know about him. He is—”

She cut me off before I could finish.

Amanda: “Please, please, please. I don’t need your advice. Besides, your husband deserves someone better — someone like me, not a hippopotamus like you.”

She smirked.

“Your husband confided in me. He told me how you’ve stopped taking care of him. Since you don’t value what you have, let someone else take over. Mtcheeww.”

She hissed and walked away.

I stood alone in the bathroom, frozen.

And strangely… I felt sorry for Amanda.

She truly believed she had hit the jackpot.
Any woman would be glad to have a man like James.

But how do I tell Amanda
that the almighty James…

is gay?

21/12/2025

CHISOM'S SHADOW

I had just finished preparing dinner and was resting in the living room when my husband spoke up.

My Husband: Honey, can you believe Chisom still hasn't been found? We just finished another search party, and there's still no sign of that little girl.

Me: Ah, where on earth could she have gone? And to think I saw her that very morning before she disappeared, on her way back from the stream.

My Husband: Life is truly unpredictable. Chisom's parents are inconsolable—especially her mother. The worst part is that she was their only child... Chai, this world is so wicked.

Me: Very wicked indeed. Our only prayer is that something like this never happens to us.

Me: Honey, I'm done with dinner. Shall I serve your food?

My Husband: Yes, dear.

As I watched my husband eat, I couldn't help staring at him. One part of his body drew my gaze more than anything else.

His hands.

Those same hands he had used to strangle Chisom after she threatened to tell her parents that he had sexually assaulted her.

20/12/2025

UNFAIR (Part 2)

“I'm sorry, Mumsy…” I whisper.
I tried. I really did.

I lift the bottle to my lips.
The liquid burns as it slides down.
My stomach twists.
My body feels light.

I think… this is it.

Then my phone pings.

Weakly, I reach for it.

An email.

A job offer.
From one of the companies I applied to months ago.

I stare at it. Blink.
My hands tremble.

Life… answered me.

Too late.

I drop the bottle.
It rolls across the floor.
Tears stream down my face.

I am alive.
Alive… but broken.

The weight of all I almost did presses down on me.
The emptiness in my chest hasn’t gone.
The shame, the regret, the desperation — they’re all still there.

But I am alive.

And somehow, that is… cruel enough.

19/12/2025

UNFAIR (Part 1 )

It’s unfair.... how some people get everything while you fight for scraps

Here I am, scrolling through TikTok. Young kids dance… and get paid. Handsomely. For moves that don’t even make sense.
They sway.
They jump.
They twist randomly.

And somehow… that earns them brand deals, followers, praise.

Meanwhile, here I am.
Broke.
Penniless.

I worked hard. Really hard.
I clawed my way through school, one sleepless night at a time.

I graduated with a first-class degree.
I still remember that day. Ecstatic. My poor, injured mother so proud.
I felt warmth in my chest as I listened to her sing my praises to anyone who would listen.
I made her promises that day.
Promises to change our story.
Promises to make everything right.

But I was wrong.

I walked streets under the cruel sun, resumes in my bag, hope in my chest.
Nothing came. Nothing at all.

I feel invisible.
I feel like a loser.
I feel like I have nothing left.

Now, I sit alone in my room, staring at the bottle of Sniper in front of me.
There it sits — silent, daring me.
I pick it up.
I open it.
The bitter smell stings my nose.

“I'm sorry, Mumsy…”

– *Part 2 coming soon*

18/12/2025

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