Dayo was my dream guy. Tall, dark, handsome — he had everything. He spoke about love, marriage, and our future like he was already planning our lives. But things started to feel too perfect. He’d insist on “private time,” always locking the door, never wanting to go out too much.
One night, while he was showering, I decided to look around his apartment.
That’s when I found it — a shrine hidden in his closet. There were candles, strange oils, and a small. Get the full context and shocking ending—click here to read the article now!
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