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 days later, I arrived at work to whispers in the hallway. My colleagues gave me strange looks, and one even pulled me aside.“Amara… are you okay? I heard some things about you.”Confused, I opened my phone. My heart dropped.Photos of me and David leaving a restaurant together had been plastered all over a gossip blog. The caption read:> “Radio presenter Amara steals another woman’s man after losing hers. Homewrecker or victim?”My chest tightened. I knew immediately who was behind it. Tunde.

—Chioma Gets Hit Too

Later that evening, Chioma called me, her voice frantic.“Amara, he posted things about me too. He told people I don’t even know that my baby has no father. He’s trying to destroy me.”I gripped the phone so hard my knuckles turned white. “This man is dangerous. He won’t stop until he drags us both through the mud.”But even as I said it, I felt my resolve harden. I was tired of being the victim.

—David Steps In

When I told David everything, he didn’t flinch.“Then we fight back,” he said firmly. “But not with gossip. With the truth.”He suggested we gather evidence — the messages, the lies, even the details of his marriage. If Tunde wanted war, we’d expose him for who he truly was.But part of me was scared. Tunde wasn’t just a liar. He was manipulative. And men like that don’t fall easily.

—A Dangerous Encounter

One night, as I was locking up the radio station after a late shift, I felt someone watching me. My pulse quickened.“Amara.”I turned, and there he was — Tunde, leaning casually against his car, a sinister smile on his face.“Why are you running around with David? Trying to replace me so quickly?”I took a step back. “Stay away from me, Tunde.”He chuckled darkly. “You think you can ruin my life? You and Chioma? You’re both nothing without me.”My voice shook, but I stood tall. “No, Tunde. You’re nothing without your lies. And soon, everyone will know it.”His smile faded, replaced with cold anger. “You’ll regret this, Amara.”

—Chioma’s Breaking Point

Meanwhile, Chioma was unraveling. The stress of Tunde’s harassment was affecting her pregnancy. One night, she called me, sobbing uncontrollably.“I can’t do this anymore, Amara. I can’t raise a child in this chaos. I feel like I’m drowning.”I rushed to her side, holding her as she cried. For the first time in a long while, I didn’t see her as my betrayer. I saw her as another victim of Tunde’s poison.And in that moment, I made a promise — to her, to myself, and to the child she carried.I would end this.

—The Plan

David and I spent nights gathering everything we could. Screenshots of Tunde’s messages. Evidence of his affair with Bisi. Records of his marriage in Abuja.We prepared to leak it all. Not to gossip blogs, but to the one place Tunde valued most — his workplace. A fintech company where reputation was everything.If he wanted to ruin our lives, we’d take away the thing he cherished: his image of control.