Hello, Nigerians hope you are doing well. This post here is a confession made by a fellow Nigerian, who was just like you and me enjoying his love life with girlfriend. But I was devastated to find out that she was cheating.
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This happened just a few hours ago and my hands are still shaking. I’m angry. Hurt. Confused. But if I’m being honest with myself… deep down, I always knew.
A few months ago, one of my colleagues at work, Emeka, mentioned that he was looking for a new place to stay. Just by chance, the flat next door to mine had just become vacant. I stay there with my girlfriend, Teni. Emeka and I were cool at the office, nothing too deep, but I figured it’d be nice to have someone I know as a neighbor. I told him about the place. He checked it out and moved in within a week.
To the best of my knowledge, the first time he met Teni was at his birthday hangout. We both went. I remember they barely spoke, at least from what I saw. Just the usual small talk. But funny enough… that night was when I first felt it. A weird shift in the energy.
After that, I started noticing little things. Inside jokes I wasn’t part of. Random texts between them. Conversations that would stop when I walked into the room. I kept telling myself I was overthinking, but it didn’t feel right.
Whenever I brought it up to Teni, she’d flip it on me.
“You’re being paranoid, Dimeji.”
“Emeka? Really? My guy, that’s your colleague o. You think I’d cheat on you with him?”
“Abeg, this your trust issue is becoming too much.”
And so I let it go. Or at least, I tried to.
Now fast forward to this week. I had a short work trip to Port Harcourt, was supposed to be gone for three days. I didn’t give her the full gist, just told her I’d be back by the weekend. But things fell apart at the client’s end and we had to return early. So I figured, let me surprise her. I stopped by her favorite amala spot and bought her dinner, goat meat, abula, everything.
I got home around 8 p.m.
The living room light was off. But I could hear voices, hers and a guy’s, from the bedroom. At first, I told myself maybe it’s just a movie or phone call. But something didn’t sit right.
I walked down the hallway slowly, heart in my mouth.
And there they were. On the bed. Teni. And Emeka.
I just stood there.
I didn’t scream. I didn’t curse. I didn’t say a single word.
I just turned around and walked out of the house. I’ve been sitting in my car ever since. It’s been hours. I don’t even know what I’m feeling anymore. Disgust. Betrayal. Emptiness.
We live together… well, we lived together. But that’s done. She can’t stay under the same roof with me again. Not after this. But the thought of her now walking a few steps next door—to his flat—like it’s normal? Like I’m the one that’s out of place?
It’s like a sick joke.
I don’t even know what to do next. But I had to get this off my chest. I feel so miserable right now.
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