The sterile smell of the hospital hung heavy in the air as I sat beside Chioma’s bed. Machines beeped softly, a cruel reminder that life was fragile — hers, the baby’s, mine.The betrayal, the gossip, the humiliation… all of it had led us here. And even though part of me still resented her, I couldn’t…

The evidence was ready. David and I had everything neatly compiled — screenshots, voice notes, even a copy of Tunde’s marriage certificate from Abuja.The plan was simple: send it anonymously to his company’s HR department. Once his double life was exposed, his reputation would crumble.But just as I was about to hit send, my phone…

After the confrontation, I thought I was free. For the first time in months, I felt lighter. Tunde’s mask had been ripped off, and the truth was out for everyone to see.But Lagos has a way of reminding you that some people don’t let go quietly.Tunde wasn’t done with us. —The Storm Begins A few…

The night before our confrontation with Tunde, I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw flashes of his charming smile — the same smile that had fooled me, fooled Chioma, and now, apparently, fooled Bisi too.How many more women were out there? How many more lies?By morning, Chioma and I agreed to…

Chioma’s voice from the phone call lingered in my head all night.> “Amara, I don’t know who else to call… I think Tunde is hiding something from me.”I wanted to ignore her. After all, she had no right to seek my help after betraying me. But the fear in her tone haunted me. It wasn’t…

For the first time in months, I felt like I could breathe again. David’s laughter still echoed in my head as I prepared for bed that night. It wasn’t love, not yet but it was comfort. It reminded me that my life didn’t have to end with Tunde and Chioma’s betrayal.But Lagos has a way…

I had always believed betrayal was something you read about in books or watched in Nollywood movies. But now, it was my life — raw, ugly, and painfully real. My best friend was pregnant for the man I loved.The weight of that truth pressed on me like a boulder. I avoided calls, ignored messages, and…

Sleep became a stranger to me after that night. I tossed and turned, my mind replaying every laugh, every hug, every little moment Chioma and Tunde had shared in my presence. All the signs I had brushed off now screamed at me like sirens. Chioma, my sister in everything but blood. Tunde, the man I…

The message on my phone screen stared back at me like a ghost in the night:> “Amara, open your eyes. Your best friend and your boyfriend are not who you think they are.”I sat frozen on my bed, my hands trembling. The words seemed to echo in my ears. Who sent this message? And why?…

If anyone had told me that my best friend, the girl I trusted with my secrets since childhood, would one day betray me in the most painful way, I would have laughed it off. Betrayal was something I read in novels, watched in Nigerian movies, or heard whispered in gossip circles. But never in my…