His title is Dayo. We have been collectively for 4 years. 4 good years! I stayed when he had nothing. I borrowed cash for his hire. I gave him my ATM card extra instances than I can rely. When folks mocked me for “courting a broke man” I advised them they didn’t perceive his potential.
Then I came upon he was dishonest. Not only one woman, two! Males will stan your white.
One was a Unilag brisker he bought pregnant. The opposite was his so-called “greatest buddy.” I noticed chats. I noticed nudes. I noticed voice notes the place he was mocking me to her.
I snapped. This was each a heartbreak and humiliation. I didn’t cry. I wept!
A buddy of mine launched me to a man who “handles issues quietly.” He referred to as him his “loyal agbero.”
I advised him I needed Dayo crushed, not killed. Simply crushed sufficient to depart a message. One thing he’d really feel in his bones. One thing he’d bear in mind anytime he tried to play with one other girl’s life.
I paid ₦50k.
The plan was easy: catch him on his means again from work and “educate him a lesson.”
That night time, I waited for the decision. I bought it round 10 p.m. The man simply mentioned, “We don do am. However wahala dey.”
Dayo was unconscious.
He hit his head on the pavement after they punched him, and began convulsing. By the point they ran, somebody had already referred to as an ambulance. He’s been in a coma for 5 days now.
I’ve not slept since. I really feel so responsible. What if he died? I didn’t need that. All I needed was revenge. I needed him to really feel the identical ache he made me really feel.
However I by no means needed this. Now I’m the villain. Not him. No one cares what he did to me, solely what I did to him.
And possibly they’re proper. I ought to’ve simply walked away.
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