It started on Instagram.
Fine boy, s o f t life. Always posting in Dubai and London.
He slid into my DM with:
“You’re too fine to be sleeping with broke boys.”
I replied.
One week later, I was in his apartment — Lekki Phase 1.
Big screen. Perfume collection.
PS5. iPhone gifts.
No questions asked.
He called me “wifey.” I called him “Zaddy.”
Three months in, he bought me a white Benz.
I posted it with “God has done it!” and went viral. But two weeks later, my elder sister came to visit from the village.
She saw the Benz and froze.
“Where did you get this car?”
I laughed. Told her my man got it.
She walked into the house…
Saw him in boxers…
And screamed.
“Chuka??!! YOU?? You told me you were kidnapped 2 years ago!”
The man dropped his wine glass.
Turns out, he was her husband.
Left her with two kids and faked his own kidnap. He used her name to borrow C0ntinue_Reading.
