It felt like a fairy tale. Met him during NYSC. He was calm, caring, never rushed intimacy.
He’d say:
“I want to marry you, not just sleep with you.”
My friends envied me.
He proposed with a diamond ring.
Bride price was paid.
Wedding cards printed.
Asoebi sold out.
Then the shocker came:
The night before our wedding, I got a call from my office line.
It was my boss — a tough but classy woman.
She said: “Come to my house. Now.”
I rushed there in panic.
When I entered her house, I saw wedding photos on the wall.
She was married.
To my husband-to-be.
She laughed and said:
“So… you’re the little girl my husband’s been spending our joint account on?”
I fainted.
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