22/10/2025
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In the bustling city of Lagos, Ada was known for her grace and resilience. Her husband, Chike, had moved to London years ago for work, promising to build a better future for them. True to his word, he sent money regularly, paid for their children's education, and even built a beautiful home for Ada. To outsiders, she was the envy of many—a woman well cared for, despite her husband living abroad.
But Ada knew what others didn’t.
One evening, while scrolling through social media, she stumbled upon photos of Chike—smiling beside another woman in a white dress. A wedding. In London. Her heart sank. The man who called her “my queen” had married another.
At first, Ada kept quiet. She waited for Chike to confess. He never did. Instead, he continued sending money, calling her “my love,” and making plans for their future. The betrayal burned deeper with every lie.
Ada decided she wouldn’t be a silent victim.
She gathered every document—bank transfers, property deeds, photos, messages—and hired a lawyer. She exposed Chike’s secret marriage to immigration authorities in the UK, claiming fraud. She filed for divorce in Nigeria and demanded half of everything he owned. She even contacted the woman in London, revealing the truth.
Chike’s world unraveled. His UK residency was revoked. His assets were frozen. His reputation—both in London and Lagos—was shattered.
Ada didn’t do it out of revenge. She did it to reclaim her dignity.
And when people asked why she went so far, she simply said, “I was never his queen. I was his cover.”
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