MY GIRLFRIEND'S PU**Y IS SWEET AND JUICY BUT I, C@UGHT HER IN BED WITH MY BESTFRIEND BUT THIS HAPPENED.
EPISODE 1: HOW IT ALL BEGAN
My name is Echezona, and I want to tell you about the story that changed my life forever.
I grew up in a small town where everyone knew each other. My life was simple—school, work, and spending time with friends. My best friend was Nzube. We were like brothers. We did everything together. I trusted him with all my secrets.
But my life really started to change the day I met Mmesoma.
It was at my friend's birthday party. The room was full of people, music was playing, and everyone was laughing and dancing. But in the middle of all the noise, I saw her. Mmesoma. She was standing by the window, smiling shyly. She wore a simple dress, but she looked like an angel to me. Her skin was smooth, her hair long and dark, and her eyes were so bright.
I don't know what gave me the courage, but I walked up to her and introduced myself.
"Hi, I'm Echezona," I said, feeling nervous.
She smiled at me, and in that moment, I forgot everyone else in the room. We started talking, and it felt so easy. Like we had known each other for years.
We talked about everything—school, dreams, life. The more she spoke, the more I wanted to know her more. When the party ended, I didn't want to leave. But I asked for her number, and she gave it to me.
That night, I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about Mmeso. Her smile, her voice, her laugh. I knew I had to see her again.
The next day, I called her. We talked for hours. Every day after that, we kept in touch. We met often—sometimes at the park, sometimes at her place, sometimes at mine. I started falling in love with her.
She was different from anyone I had ever met. She cared about me. She listened to me. She made me feel like I mattered. And when she hugged me, I felt safe.
After a few months, we became boyfriend and girlfriend. I was so happy. My friends teased me, saying I was too in love, but I didn't care. Because Mmeso was all that matters.
Our love life was also amazing. Mmeso was gentle, sweet, and always made me feel special. Being with her in bed was like magic. I never wanted anyone else. Every touch, every kiss, every night together was perfect. I couldn't believe I was this lucky.
Before I know it or let me just say I knew it , I started planning my life with her in my mind. I thought about marrying her, building a future together, also having kids. I even told my mother about her, and she was happy for me.
Nzube, my best friend, also meet Mmeso. He said she was nice, and I thought everything was perfect.
But sometimes, when things look too good, something bad can happen. I didn't know it yet, but my heart was about to be broken in a way I never expected.
After Mmeso became my girlfriend, my life felt so complete. Every morning, she sent me sweet messages to start my day. At night, we would talk for hours until one of us fell asleep on the call. I felt so lucky. My friends joked that Mmeso had used a love charm on me because I could not go a day without seeing or hearing from her.
Every little thing about her made me love her more. When we cooked together, she laughed at my bad cooking. And she became by cooking coach... Sometimes, we would sit on the sofa, just talking about life and dreams. Mmeso wanted to become a nurse, and I always told her I believed in her.
We started spending more time together at her place. Mmeso's mother liked me. She said I made her daughter happy, and I felt proud of that. I would help Mmeso with her chores, and sometimes, we would play music and dance in the kitchen. I loved her laughter, it made my heart soft.
But there was something else that made our relationship feel special. Mmeso was not just my girlfriend, she was my best friend too. She knew when I was sad, even if I did not tell her. When work was tough, she would bring me food or just hold me until I felt better. I felt safe with her. I felt at home.
Our love life was full of passion. Mmeso's touch made me feel like I was the only man in the world. When we made love, everything else disappeared. She was sweet and caring, and she always made me feel like a king. I told her, "No woman can ever take your place, Mmeso." She would just smile and hug me close.
My best friend Nzube visited us sometimes. We would all talk, play games, and laugh. Nzube always said Mmeso was a good woman, and I should never let her go. I trusted both of them. Sometimes, Nzube would help Mmeso when I was not around. I never thought anything of it. Why would I? I loved and trusted them.
But slowly, little things started to change. Sometimes, Mmeso would act quiet when Nzube was around. Sometimes, Nzube would avoid my eyes when I talked about Mmeso. I thought maybe they had a small argument or maybe it was just my imagination. I told myself I was just being too careful.
One day, I saw Nzube helping Mmeso in her kitchen when I came over. They both looked surprised to see me. I laughed and said, "So, you two want to cook for me today?" Mmeso smiled, but I saw something strange in her eyes. Nzube laughed, but it sounded forced.
That night, as I held Mmeso, I asked if she was okay. She just nodded and hugged me tighter. I didn't want to worry, so I let it go. But in my heart, I started to feel afraid. I prayed nothing would come between us.
I loved Mmeso with all my heart. She was my world. But I didn't know my world was already changing and soon, I would be hurt in a way I never expected.
Episode 2
Days turned into weeks. My love for Mmeso did not change, but my heart was no longer at peace. I started to notice things that I never saw before. Sometimes, Mmeso would get lost in her thoughts. When I asked her what was wrong, she would force a smile and say she was just tired.
Nzube started acting different too. He used to call me almost every day, but now he called less. When I invited him out, he often said he was busy. I missed my friend, but I didn't want to push him. Maybe he was just going through something I didn't know about.
One day, I wanted to surprise Mmeso, so I went to her house without telling her. I bought her favorite food on the way. When I got there, I heard voices inside Mmeso and Nzube. I was happy at first because I thought maybe Nzube wanted to see me, but when I opened the door, they stopped talking. Both of them looked shocked.
"Eche, you didn't tell me you were coming," Mmeso said, trying to smile.
"I just wanted to surprise you," I said. Nzube stood up quickly and said he had to go. He left without even looking at me.
After he left, Mmeso went cold. I asked if everything was okay, but she just said she was fine. I felt something was wrong, but I didn't know what to do. That night, I could not sleep. I kept thinking about what I saw. Was I just being jealous for no reason? I tried to trust Mmeso and Nzube, but my heart was full of fear.
Days passed, but the strange feeling did not go away. I wanted to talk to someone, but I was too ashamed. I loved Mmeso so much, but for the first time, I was afraid of losing her.One Saturday evening, I could not fight the worry anymore. I decided to go and see Mmeso. I wanted to talk to her and make everything right. I left my house and went straight to hers.
As I reached her door, I heard sounds from inside. My heart started beating fast. The sounds were not normal—they were like whispers, like laughter, and something more. I was shaking as I opened the door quietly.
What I sawshattered my heart in million peace 💔😭
Mmeso was on the bed with Nzube. They were holding each other. Their clothes were scattered on the floor. They did not see me at first. They were lost in each other, kissing and touching.
My legs became weak. My whole world stopped. I felt pain everywhere, deep inside me. I could not speak, I could not move.
Finally, Memes saw me. She screamed and pulled away from Nzube. Then Nzube looked at me with shame and fear. Mmeso started crying and begging, "Eche, please, it's not what you think! Please, forgive me!"
But I was broken. My voice was gone. I just turned and walked out. The world felt dark and empty. I wanted to disappear.
I went home and locked myself in my room. I did not eat. I did not talk to anyone. My mother knocked on my door, worried, but I could not answer her. I just lay on my bed, crying like a child.
My mind was full of questions. How could Mmeso do this to me? How could Nzube betray me? The two people I loved the most had destroyed my heart. I wanted to hate them, but I could not. The pain was too much.
Every night, I remembered Mmeso's sweet touch, her warm embrace, the way she loved me. I remembered Nzube's laughter, his friendship. Now, everything was gone.
But even in my pain, I could not stop loving Ada. My friends said I should forget her, but I could not. I was still holding on to the good memories, even though my heart was bleeding.
Episode 3:
After that night, my life changed completely. I could not eat. I could not sleep. My heart was heavy, and my mind was always thinking about Mmeso and Nzube. I wanted to hate them, but my love for Mmeso was stronger than my anger.
Mmeso called me every day. Sometimes, she called at midnight, crying and begging for another chance. She sent messages, saying she was sorry and that it was a mistake. She said she loved me and did not want to lose me. Sometimes, I answered the phone and listened to her cry. Sometimes, I switched off my phone because the pain was too much.
Nzube also tried to reach me. He sent me a long message, saying he was sorry. He said he was drunk and did not know what he was doing. He said he did not want to destroy our friendship. But his words did not help. I felt betrayed.
My mother noticed I was not myself. She asked me what happened, but I could not tell her the truth. I just said I was tired. My friends tried to make me go out and forget about everything, but I could not. Everywhere I went, I saw Mmeso's face. I remembered her laughter, her smile, her touch. The memories hurt me, but I could not let them go.
Sometimes, I walked alone at night, thinking about the past. I remembered how Mmeso made me feel like a king, how she loved me and cared for me. I missed her so much, even though she broke my heart.
People said I should move on. They said I should find someone else, but I did not want anybody else. I wanted Mmeso, even with all the pain.
I started asking myself if I was a fool. How could I still love her after what she did to me? But my heart refused to let go.
One day, Mmeso came to my house. She stood at my door, crying, begging me to talk to her. My mother was surprised. She asked Mmeso what was wrong, but Mmeso just kept crying, saying, "Please, let me see Eche."
I came outside. When I saw Mmeso's tears, my heart became soft again. She fell to her knees and held my legs. She said she was sorry. She said she did not know what came over her. She begged me to forgive her, promising she would never hurt me again.
I wanted to shout at her. I wanted to ask her why she broke my heart. But when I looked into her eyes, I saw pain. I saw regret. I saw the woman I loved.
My mother took her inside and gave her water. She told Mmeso to stop crying. She asked me to forgive Mmeso if I still loved her.
That night, Mmeso stayed at my house. She did not go home. She sat beside me and cried until she fell asleep. I watched her sleeping and remembered all the good times we shared. I remembered the way she loved me, the way she touched me, the way she made me feel alive.
I did not sleep that night. I was confused. My heart wanted to forgive her, but my mind could not forget what I saw.
The next morning, Mmeso woke up and begged me again. She said, "Eche, please give me another chance. I love you. I cannot live without you."
I looked at her. I wanted to say yes, but I was afraid. What if she hurt me again? What if I could never trust her?
But I knew I still loved her. I could not let her go, even if it meant my heart would break again.
Episode 4
I slide my key into the lock with trembling fingers. My heart is pounding so loud I can hear it echo in my ears. I haven't been home in days. I've been too afraid of what I will find, too haunted by the memory of Mmeso with him. But I can't stay away forever.
I need clothes, a shower, something. Maybe I just need to see her, even though it hurts.
When I push the door open, the house is quiet. The living room lights are dim. The air feels heavy, as if it hasn't been aired out since I left. I step inside slowly, every footstep feeling like it could break the floor.
My chest is tight and my throat is dry. I don't want to call out her name, but part of me hopes she will come running to me, saying this was all a bad dream.
Then I see her.
Mmeso is curled up on the couch in the semi-darkness. At first, I think she's asleep, but then her shoulders shake. She's crying.
Even in the dim light, I see the glint of tears on her face. Her eyes are red and swollen, her hair messy. She looks so small and broken. It twists my heart seeing her like this, even after everything.
I stand there in the doorway, not sure what to do. A part of me wants to run to her, hold her, wipe away those tears. But another part of me remembers why she's crying, and my own pain floods back in. My body feels frozen. I just watch her sob quietly into her hands.
Mmeso looks up and notices me standing there. Her breath catches. "Eche…" she whispers, her voice cracking. She sits up quickly, wiping her face with trembling hands. "You're here…"
I clench my jaw. I don't know how to respond. My eyes sting, but I fight back my own tears. I step inside fully and shut the door behind me with a soft click.
"I just came to get some things," I say quietly, my voice flat. It's not true; I don't even know what I came to get. I just say it to have a reason, any reason, to be here that isn't her.
Mmeso stands up, shaky on her feet. I can see she's been crying for hours, maybe days. There are tissues scattered on the coffee table, an empty mug beside them. She takes a small step toward me.
"Eche, I…" She breaks off as her voice cracks again. Fresh tears spill down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry," she chokes out. Her face crumples and she covers her mouth, trying to hold back a sob.
My heart squeezes painfully in my chest. I hate this. I hate seeing her cry. I hate that I still care about her tears. I swallow hard, not trusting myself to speak. If I open my mouth, I might scream or sob or both.
Mmeso takes another step closer. "Please… I'm sorry… I'm so, so sorry," she whispers through her crying.
I raise a hand, instinctively telling her to stop, to not come closer. I don't know if I can handle it if she touches me. "Mmeso," I say, my voice shaking despite my effort to sound calm. "Don't."
She stops, and her face falls in despair. Her hands drop to her sides. "I… I know I hurt you. I know I ruined everything," she says in a broken voice. "But please, just let me talk. Let me apologize properly."
A bitter laugh escapes my throat before I can stop it. "Apologize?" I repeat, my voice strained and a little bitter.
I walk further into the living room, setting my keys on the table with a clatter in the silence. "Mmeso, I… I don't even know what to say to you." My eyes are burning now. I blink rapidly, refusing to cry, not yet.
I take a shaky breath. "I have been going crazy these last few days. I can't sleep. I can't eat. Every time I close my eyes, I see… I see you with him." My voice breaks on the last word.
Mmeso lets out a sob and covers her face with her hands. She's crying even harder now, her shoulders trembling. "It was a mistake," she manages to say between sobs. "It was the worst mistake of my life. It meant nothing, Eche. Nothing. He means nothing to me, I swear."I feel a hot wave of anger and pain rise in me. I step forward, my fists clenched at my sides as I try to keep control. "Nothing?" I echo, voice rising despite myself. "Mmeso, I walked into your bedroom and found you in bed with my best friend! Do you have any idea what that did to me?" My voice cracks and I realize I'm shouting. Tears I was holding back now start escaping my eyes. I wipe them away roughly with the back of my hand.
She drops her hands from her face, reaching out toward me desperately. "Eche, I know, I know," she cries. "I can't imagine how much I hurt you. If I could take it back, I would. I would do anything to undo it." She steps closer again, as if she might try to touch me.
I back away, shaking my head. My whole body is trembling now. "Why?" I ask hoarsely, a single word that carries all of my confusion and pain. "Why did you do it? Was I… not enough? Did I do something wrong? What did I do to make you… to make you betray me like this?" My voice breaks and a fresh tear rolls down my cheek.
Mmeso shakes her head frantically, her own tears still falling. "No, you didn't do anything wrong! You were good to me, Eche. You are enough, you always were. It wasn't about you at all, I promise."
Episode 5
She is nearly wailing now. "It was me. I was stupid and weak and I messed up. I was drunk and… and he was here, and I was feeling lonely and upset… It just happened. Oh God, I hate myself for it. I'm so sorry…"
I cover my face with my hands, trying to steady my breathing. Drunk. Lonely. Upset. The words swirl in my head. Excuses? Reasons? My mind can't settle. I feel a sharp pain in my chest like a knife twisting. I drop my hands and look at her through my tears. "You were upset? So you thought sleeping with someone else would fix that?" I say, my voice raw and wounded. "I only stepped out to cool off, Mmeso. I was coming back. If you were upset, you could have talked to me instead of… of doing that!"
She sobs, shaking her head and wrapping her arms around herself. "I know… I know it makes no sense. I was out of my mind that night. We had argued that day and you left, remember? I thought you didn't want to be around me. I drank too much. I-I was so hurt and angry, I wasn't thinking straight… He came over to check on me, and I… I made the worst decision of my life. It just happened, and the moment I realized what I was doing, it was too late… And then you walked in…" Mmeso's voice trails off into a whisper and she looks utterly broken, like saying it out loud has shattered her all over again.
I stare at her, breathing hard. My head is spinning with her words and my own pain. Yes, I remember our argument. It was something silly that got out of hand. I had stormed off to cool down. I never imagined… I never thought she'd do something so extreme, so cruel. I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment. The image of what I saw that night flashes in my mind like a horrible movie scene I can't turn off: Mmeso in our bed, the sheets half off, and him—my best friend—with his hands on her, their bodies tangled. My stomach lurches and I feel like I might be sick.
I open my eyes and they're filled with tears again. I notice Ada is right in front of me now. I was so lost in the memory I didn't notice her move closer. She's reaching out, her hand hovering near my arm, afraid to actually touch me.
I don't move away this time. I just stand there, drained. She gently, so gently, places her hand on my forearm. Her fingers are cold and they tremble. "Eche," she whispers, looking up at me, eyes swimming in tears. "I know I don't deserve it, but… but I love you. I love you so much. You are everything to me. Please, please don't leave me. I'm begging you." Her voice cracks on nearly every word as she tries to speak through her sobs.
I feel something break inside me. Seeing her like this, hearing those words, it cuts me deeply. Because I love her too. Despite everything, I love her so damn much. That's what makes this agony so unbearable. If I didn't love her, I could just walk away. But I can't. I'm tied to her by this love that won't go away, even though it's tearing me apart.
My face crumples and a sob finally escapes my throat. The sound is raw and broken, and suddenly I'm crying too. I try to speak but only a strangled noise comes out. Mmeso steps closer and hesitantly wraps her arms around me. At first I flinch, my body tensing. Part of me screams to push her away, but I don't. I can't. I'm so tired, so hurt, and her embrace is warm and familiar. It hurts to feel her against me, but at the same time, it feels like home.
I let out a broken cry and bury my face in her shoulder without thinking. I smell the faint scent of her shampoo in her hair — a comforting smell that used to calm me, now mixed with the ache of betrayal. My tears soak into her shirt as I finally let myself break down completely.
Mmeso holds me tightly, her small frame shaking as she cries with me. "I'm sorry," she keeps whispering, over and over into my ear. "I'm so sorry, Eche. I love you. Only you. Please…"
I cling to her, one hand clutching the back of her shirt as if she might vanish if I let go. But as I hold her, my mind plays cruel tricks on me. In my arms is the woman I love more than anything, but I can't forget the image of her with someone else. I squeeze my eyes shut as if I can squeeze the images out. I feel like I'm losing my mind; how can I feel so much love and so much pain at the same time?
One moment, I'm holding her because I don't want to lose her. The next, I remember her betrayal and I feel a surge of anger and hurt so strong I have to gasp for breath. I gently push her back, just enough to look at her face. Both of us are crying messes. Our tears mix on our cheeks. Her hands rest lightly on my arms now, afraid I will pull away completely. I want to forgive you," I whisper, voice trembling. "God, Mmeso, I want to forgive you so bad." My lip quivers. "Every part of me is in love with you. I never stopped loving you, even when I saw you with him. As hurt as I am… I still love you."
She nods desperately, a spark of hope in her tear-filled eyes. But I continue, my voice filled with pain. "But I don't know how to stop seeing it. I don't know how to forget what you did. I don't know how to trust you again." My voice breaks again, and a fresh tear trails down my face.
Mmeso brings a hand up as if to wipe my tear, then pauses, unsure if she should. I let her. She gently brushes the tear from my cheek with her thumb. Her hand is warm on my skin. "You might never forget," she says softly, voice shaking, "and I know I have to live with that. I broke your trust, and I broke us." Her face twists as she tries not to sob again. "But I will do anything, anything to fix this. I swear to you, Eche, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you will let me. I will never hide anything from you again. I will go to therapy, I will earn your trust back day by day. Just… please don't leave me. I can't lose you."
Episode 6:
I look into her eyes and see the woman I fell in love with — the same warm brown eyes that used to look at me with so much love. Now they are filled with sorrow and fear. And love, still love. I see it there, shining through her tears. It would almost be easier if I saw nothing, if she didn't care. But I know she does. I know she regrets it deeply. I felt it in how tightly she held me. I hear it in every pleading word.
My heart is screaming at me to just forgive her, to end this pain for both of us. But my mind is screaming too — reminding me of the betrayal, warning me that if I forgive too easily I might get hurt again. I'm at war with myself, and it's tearing me apart.
I run a hand through my hair, which is damp with sweat and tears. I step away from her a little, needing space to think. Mmeso lets her arms fall, but she stays close, as if any distance between us is too much for her to bear.
I start pacing a small line in front of the couch. Mmeso stands there, twisting her fingers, watching me with anxious eyes. Tears keep falling silently down her face. I can tell she's afraid to say anything more, afraid to push me.
My thoughts are racing. I remember the first time I told Mmeso I loved her. It was right in this room, maybe even near this couch. She had laughed in surprise and thrown her arms around me, and I promised I would always be by her side. We were so happy.
I remember the way she would greet me at the door after work with a kiss. I remember how we would cuddle up on this couch on lazy Sunday afternoons, her head on my chest while we watched movies. All those memories are so beautiful… and now every single one feels tainted, invaded by the memory of that night.
I put my hands on my head, closing my eyes as tears slip out. Images flash through my mind: Mmeso smiling at me on our last vacation, the sun in her hair… Mmeso laughing and shoving me playfully when I teased her… Mmeso crying in my arms when her grandmother died and I held her… Mmeso's body wrapped around mine on countless nights, whispering my name…
Then that image: Mmeso in bed with him, her nails digging into his back, a look of pleasure on her face — a look I'd thought was only for me.😡
I let out a strangled sob, a mix of agony and anger. Without thinking, I swing my fist toward the wall. It hits with a dull thud, not too hard, but enough to hurt my knuckles. The quick burst of physical pain is almost a relief — a distraction from the emotional pain tearing me apart.
Mmeso jumps, startled, and immediately steps toward me. "Eche! Oh God, are you okay?" Her voice is panicked. She tries to take my hand to look at it, but I pull it back, cradling it against my chest. My knuckles are red and will probably bruise, but I don't care.
I sink down onto the couch, burying my face in my hands. My shoulders shake as I cry into them. I feel the cushion shift as Ada kneels on the floor in front of me. Gently, she rests a hand on my knee. "I'm here," she whispers. "I'm here… I'm not going anywhere."
For a long moment, we just stay like that: me hunched over, drowning in tears, and Mmeso kneeling at my feet, her hand on my knee, tears dripping onto the floor. The only sounds in the room are our quiet sobbing and the ticking of the clock on the wall.
I feel utterly exhausted, like I have been fighting a battle with myself and I'm losing on all fronts. I wipe my eyes and raise my head. My face is probably a wreck — wet with tears, eyes red. Mmeso looks just as shattered as I feel.
"I don't know what to do," I whisper finally, breaking the heavy silence. My voice is small and lost. "I love you, Mmeso. But I'm so hurt… I don't know how to get past this."
Mmeso nods through her tears. "I know," she whispers. "I know I did this. I know it's my fault. You have every right to feel that way."
She sniffles and continues softly, "I don't expect you to just forgive me overnight. I know it's not that easy. I just… I just want you to give us a chance. Even if it's the smallest chance. I will work every day to make you trust me again. I will wait as long as it takes for you to forgive me. Just please… don't say it's over. Not yet."Her words hang in the air. I look at her — this woman who I wanted to marry someday, who I imagined a future with, and who also broke my heart in the worst way. She's looking up at me with hope and fear, completely vulnerable.
I realize she's waiting for me to say something, anything. I take a slow, shaky breath. My heart and mind are still in turmoil, but I know one thing: I haven't been able to let her go. That's why I'm here now, instead of anywhere else. I could have sent someone else to collect my stuff, or I could have just stayed away forever. But I came back. Part of me was hoping… hoping for something.
Episode 7
I can't promise anything," I say slowly, each word heavy. "This… what you did… it broke me, Mmeso. I feel like I'm in pieces. I can't just pretend it didn't happen. I can't just trust you like before, at least not now."
Mmeso nods, tears sliding down her cheeks, but she listens intently, hanging onto every word.
I swallow the lump in my throat and continue. "But… I also can't pretend that I don't love you. I can't pretend that I can just walk away and never look back. Believe me, I have tried these past few days. I tried to hate you. I tried to tell myself that we are done."
My voice shakes and more tears brim in my eyes. "But I can't. I keep thinking about you. About us. About everything we had… and how maybe… maybe we could still have something."
Mmeso lets out a trembling breath, as if she had been holding it the whole time I spoke. A tiny flicker of hope lights in her eyes. She carefully takes my hand in both of hers. I let her. Her hands are warm now, holding mine gently, as if I'm something fragile — and I am.
"Eche," she whispers, "we can. We can, I promise. I will do everything to show you that you can trust me again. I will spend every day proving my love to you. I won't waste this chance, I swear."
I feel a weak smile tug at my lips for just a second, but it's gone as quickly as it came. I'm still so hurt. The pain isn't gone — far from it. But maybe, just maybe, having her by my side while I heal is better than trying to mend this broken heart on my own without her. It's a scary thought. Keeping her close means risking being hurt again, but losing her… I already know how much that hurts too.
"I need time," I whisper, looking into her eyes. "I need time to heal and to try to forgive. This is going to take a long time, Mmeso. I can't just act like nothing happened."
"Take all the time you need," she says softly. "I will wait. I will wait as long as it takes. I won't push you. I just want to be here with you, even if it's just as someone beside you while you hurt… even if you can only give me a little bit of your heart right now." Her voice wavers, and she gives my hand a gentle squeeze.
A tear slips down my face again. "I'm not okay," I say, almost a warning. "I'm not okay at all. I feel like I'm going crazy. Some moments I think I can handle this, other moments I just want to scream and break things. I… I might get angry. I might get sad out of nowhere. I might not be myself for a while."
Mmeso moves to sit beside me on the couch, still holding my hand. "I know," she whispers. "I hurt you so deeply. I know you're not okay. But whatever you go through, I'm going to be here. You can yell at me if you need to. You can cry, you can ask me a thousand times why I did it, and I will answer every single time. I will do whatever it takes, Eche. I just want to help you pick up the pieces… even the pieces I broke."
Hearing her say that brings a fresh wave of emotion over me. I turn to her and suddenly I throw my arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. I bury my face in her neck and I sob. I sob hard, finally letting out so much of the pain I have been holding in. Mmeso holds me and she cries too, stroking my hair gently, whispering apologies and words of love. I hate you for what you did," I choke out through my tears, my face still pressed against her shoulder. "But I love you so much it hurts. It hurts so damn much, Mmeso."
She nods, her hand cradling the back of my head. "I know," she whispers, her voice full of sorrow. "I know. I hate myself too. I love you, Eche. I love you more than anything."
We stay like that for what feels like forever, clinging to each other as if we're the only thing keeping us from falling apart completely. In a way, it's true. I'm holding onto her like she's my lifeline, even though she's the one who threw me into this storm. And she's holding onto me like I will disappear if she loosens her grip.
Eventually, our sobs begin to quiet down. We're both drained, emotionally and physically. My head rests against her shoulder now, and her cheek is resting on top of my head. We're tangled together on the couch, both exhausted.
My mind is still not at peace. I know this isn't the end of our troubles — far from it. There will be days of pain and doubt ahead. I'm still hurt, and I know I will have moments when I look at her and remember what she did and feel that knife in my heart all over again.
But right now, in this moment, I'm at least not alone in my pain. Mmeso is here, full of remorse and love, crying with me. Part of me is still angry, but another part of me is relieved — relieved that I don't have to face this heartbreak alone, relieved that maybe we will try to heal together.
Mmeso shifts slightly, pulling back just enough to look at me. Her face is only inches from mine. Her eyes search mine with worry.
"Eche… I love you," she says again softly, as if I need to hear it. "I am so sorry for everything. I will never hurt you like that again. I promise."
I nod slowly. I want to believe her. A part of me does believe her, because I know her and I have never seen her so sincere, so devastated by her own actions. But trust… trust is something that will take time. "I… I believe you mean it," I reply quietly. "But I'm still scared."
"I understand," she says, her voice gentle and steady. She reaches up and softly cups my cheek. I don't flinch this time. Her touch is warm, and it still sends a familiar shiver through me — a mix of comfort and sadness. "We will get through this together, okay? However long it takes."
I manage to give her a small, fragile smile. "Okay," I whisper.
We sit there together in silence for a while, just holding each other. Her fingers stroke the back of my head in a soothing way. I close my eyes, feeling the exhaustion deep in my bones. I haven't slept since that night. Maybe tonight, I can at least rest a little, knowing she's here and that we are… trying.
My emotions are still raw and ragged, and I know the pain will come back in waves. But right now, as I feel Mmeso's heartbeat against mine, I allow myself a tiny glimmer of hope that we might find a way out of this darkness — together.
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Episode 8:
The next morning, I woke up and, for a few seconds, I forgot everything.
Mmeso was still lying beside me, sleeping quietly. Her hand was on my chest, her face peaceful. For a short moment, I thought everything was okay — like the past few weeks had just been a bad dream.
But when I fully opened my eyes, the truth hit me again like a heavy stone.
She cheated on me.
She broke my trust.
And now, we were trying to fix something that already felt destroyed.
I gently moved Mmeso's hand off my chest and stood up from the bed. I sat at the edge of the bed, my head in my hands. I felt tired, not just in my body but deep in my soul.
I didn't know how to feel.
Part of me loved her so much it hurt.
Part of me hated what she did to me.
Part of me wanted to hold her forever.
Part of me wanted to walk away and never look back.
Mmeso woke up when she felt me move. She sat up slowly, her eyes looking scared. "Eche?" she said in a small voice. "Are you okay?"
I didn't answer at first.
I just sat there, trying not to cry again.
Mmeso crawled closer and touched my shoulder lightly. "Talk to me, please," she whispered.
I turned to look at her. Her eyes were still swollen from crying the night before. She looked so broken… just like me.
"I don't know how to do this," I said, my voice low and tired. "I don't know how to act like everything is fine."
She nodded, tears filling her eyes again. "I know. I don't expect you to act fine. I know I destroyed everything."
There was a long silence between us. Only the sound of our breathing filled the room.
"I'm scared, Mmeso," I said, my voice shaking. "I'm scared that I will never be able to trust you again. I'm scared that every time you smile, I will wonder if you're lying. Every time you say 'I love you,' I will wonder if you said the same words to him." 💔
Mmeso covered her mouth with her hand and sobbed. "I hate myself for what I did," she said through her tears. "I would do anything to take it back. Anything."
I looked at her — really looked at her. She wasn't the strong, confident girl I first met. She was broken now. And the worst part was… she was broken because she broke me.
And yet…
I still loved her.
I moved closer and wiped her tears with my thumb.
"I don't know how long it will take," I said softly. "But if you are truly ready to fight for us, I'm willing to try."
Mmeso looked at me with wide, tear-filled eyes. Then she threw her arms around me and held me so tightly, like she was afraid I would disappear.
We sat there for a long time — just holding each other, crying silently.
Two broken hearts trying to heal together.
I knew the journey ahead would not be easy.
There would be nights I would cry.
There would be days I would feel angry and lost.
There would be moments I would want to give up.
But deep inside me, I knew…
I loved Mmeso enough to try.
Even if it broke me all over again.
It had been one week since Mmeso begged for a second chance…
One week since we cried together on the couch…
One week since I said I was willing to try.
But every day since then had felt like a fight — a fight with my heart, and a fight with my thoughts.
Mmeso was trying. I could see it.
She cooked my favorite meals. She cleaned the house like she was cleaning away her guilt. She smiled when she talked to me, but her smile never reached her eyes. It was like she was afraid to be too happy — like she knew I was still in pain.
And I was.
Every time she touched me, I remembered his hands on her.
Every time she said "I love you," I remembered hearing those same words when she begged me to forgive her.
Sometimes, I stared at her and felt warmth in my heart. Other times, I looked at her and felt a deep pain in my chest.
It was like hugging the same person who stabbed me.
I had nightmares almost every night.
In the dream, I would walk into the room again and see them together. Mmeso would look at me and smile like she didn't care. Nzube would laugh.
Then I would wake up sweating, my heart racing, tears in my eyes.
Mmeso always woke up too. She would reach for me, whispering my name, trying to calm me.
I let her hold me, but I couldn't sleep again after that.
During the day, I tried to act normal. I didn't want to keep punishing her, especially when she was trying so hard. But inside me, there was a voice that wouldn't stop talking.
"She betrayed you."
"She chose him."
"She didn't respect your love."
One day, I finally broke down.
I was sitting in the living room, and Mmeso came to sit beside me. She smiled and rested her head on my shoulder.
I didn't smile back.
Instead, I stood up and walked to the other side of the room. I started pacing, my hands shaking. Mmeso looked confused.
"Eche?" she asked gently.
I stopped and looked at her. My eyes were already filled with tears.
"I can't breathe," I whispered. "This thing is choking me."
Mmeso stood up slowly. "What do you mean?"
I pointed to my chest. "This pain… this anger… this confusion. I carry it every single day. I pretend I'm okay, but I'm not. I'm dying slowly inside."
Mmeso's lips trembled. "I know I hurt you—" "No!" I shouted. "You didn't just hurt me, Mmeso. You broke something inside me. Something I can't fix. I gave you all of me. All my love. All my trust. And you gave my best friend what was supposed to be only mine!"
She fell to her knees, crying hard. "I know… I know… please don't hate me…"
I fell to my knees too, facing her. I held her face in my hands, and my tears dropped onto her cheeks.
"I don't hate you," I said painfully. "I wish I could. But I love you too much to hate you. That's the problem. I'm still in love with you… and it's killing me."
She wrapped her arms around me, and we both cried there on the floor.
Two broken people, holding on to each other, not knowing if love would be enough to survive the storm.
Episode 9:
THE SECOND BETRAYAL
After everything that happened, after all the crying and begging,
after all the sleepless nights and broken promises,
I decided to forgive Mmeso.
I told myself,
"Love is about forgiveness."
"People make mistakes."
"We can heal together."
So, I took her back.
I gave her my heart again, even though it was still bleeding.
At first, everything seemed fine.
Mmeso was sweet, loving, caring — even more than before.
She texted me all the time. She called me "My King" again. She cooked for me, surprised me with gifts, and told me she loved me every single day.
I tried my best too.
I buried my pain deep inside.
I pretended not to remember the first betrayal.
I smiled, even when my heart still felt heavy.
I truly wanted us to work.
I truly believed we could make it.
But I didn't know that some people don't change. I didn't know that some hearts are already too dirty to clean.
One evening, I finished work early.
I decided to surprise Mmeso.
I bought her favorite food, picked up flowers, and smiled to myself as I drove to her house.
"She will be so happy," I thought.
But when I got to her door, it was slightly open.
Strange.
Mmeso always locked her door.
I pushed it open quietly and stepped inside.
At first, I heard nothing.
Then… I heard soft moaning sounds coming from her bedroom.
My heart stopped.
No.
Not again.
I dropped the flowers and the food on the floor without even knowing.
My body moved on its own, like a ghost, toward the bedroom.
I pushed the door open.
And there they were again.
Mmeso and Nzube.
Naked.
Sweating.
Shock.
Anger.
Disbelief.
It was worse than the first time.
This time, they both saw me immediately — but they didn't even jump up.
They just stared at me.
Like they didn't even care anymore.
Mmeso slowly sat up on the bed, her naked body covered only by the bedsheet.
I could barely breathe.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to fight.
I wanted to die.
Tears filled my eyes, blinding me.
"Why?" I finally managed to whisper
, my voice shaking.
Holding each other like they forgot the world existed.
I stood there, frozen.
Pain.
Shock.
Anger.
Disbelief.
It was worse than the first time.
This time, they both saw me immediately — but they didn't even jump up. They just stared at me.
Like they didn't even care anymore.
Mmeso slowly sat up on the bed, her naked body covered only by the bedsheet.
I could barely breathe.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to fight.
I wanted to die.
Tears filled my eyes, blinding me.
"Why?" I finally managed to whisper, my voice shaking.
Mmeso looked at me — no longer crying, no longer begging — just… tired. And then, with a voice so soft but so cruel, she said:
"Eche… I love you. I really do. But… "She looked at Nzube, then back at me. "I enjoy sex with Nzube more than with you."
It felt like she took a knife and stabbed it deep into my chest. I staggered back, holding onto the wall for support.
Did I hear her right?
Did she just say that?
Mmeso continued, her voice cold, breaking what was left of me. "You are a good man, Eche. You love me right. You treat me right. But Nzube makes me feel things you can't. His touch… his body… his way… I can't resist it."
Tears ran down my face like rivers.
My hands shook.
My legs felt weak.
Nzube sat there, silent, not even looking sorry.
I looked at the two people I loved the most… and realized they never loved me the same way back.
I was just a fool.
A fool who gave his whole heart to a woman who only wanted my love — but craved another man's body. A fool who trusted a friend who only smiled at me while sleeping with my woman behind my back.
My soul broke into pieces that night.
And I knew…
This time, there would be no forgiveness.
This time, I would never come back.
I stood there, staring at them.
At Mmeso…
At Nzube…
At the two people who destroyed me — again.
Mmeso's words kept ringing in my ears like a curse I could not escape: "I love you, but I enjoy sex with Nzube more."
It was like someone kept stabbing me again and again, deeper and deeper.
I wanted to shout.
I wanted to cry.
I wanted to fight.
I wanted to destroy everything in that room. But I didn't. I just stood there — broken, shaking, breathing heavily like someone who was about to die. Mmeso looked at me sadly, almost like she pitied me.
Nzube refused to meet my eyes. He sat on the bed like a coward, like a thief who had been caught again but didn't even have the shame to apologize. Finally, I found my voice.
A voice I didn't even recognize anymore because it sounded so dead. "I hope you're both happy," I said slowly, my throat dry and my chest burning. Mmeso opened her mouth to speak, but I raised my hand.
I didn't want to hear anything else.
I didn't want another excuse.
I didn't want more lies. I looked at Mmeso one last time. The woman I dreamed of marrying.
The woman I gave my soul to. The woman who crushed me twice without mercy.
And then I said the words I never thought I would say:
"Goodbye, Mmeso.
Goodbye, Nzube.
I will never look back again." I turned around and walked out of the room.
I didn't run.
I didn't scream.
I walked.
Slowly.
One painful step at a time.
As I walked out of that house, it started raining. Heavy rain poured down like the sky itself was crying for me. I didn't have an umbrella.
I didn't even try to hide. I walked under the rain, letting it soak me from head to toe, mixing with my tears.
People on the street looked at me, but I didn't care, I was too broken to care.
I walked and walked, not knowing where I was going, I just needed to get far away from Mmeso.
From Nzube.
From the life I thought I had, I ended up in an empty park. I sat on a wet bench under the rain, my clothes heavy, my body cold, my heart completely destroyed.
I buried my face in my hands and cried.
I cried like a child who had lost everything.
I cried for the love I gave.
I cried for the trust they threw away.
I cried for the man I used to be — before betrayal killed him.
That night, under the cold rain, on that lonely bench,
I made a promise to myself:
"I will never give my heart to anyone so easily again.
I will never love anyone who does not love me the same way.
I will rise from this pain… even if it kills me first."
THIS STORY IS BREAKING MY HEART 😭😭😭
Episode 10
After that night, everything about me changed.
I stopped smiling.
I stopped talking.
I stopped living.
I became like a ghost moving through life — breathing, but not alive inside.
The pain was too much.
Everywhere I went, I saw memories of Mmeso. At the park where we used to walk.
At the restaurant where we used to eat.
Even the songs on the radio reminded me of her laughter, her hugs, her kisses.
I couldn't escape her — not in the streets, not in my mind, not even in my dreams.
I tried to act strong in front of people.
When my friends asked me how I was doing, I forced a smile and said,
"I'm fine."
But inside, I was dying.
I couldn't eat.
I lost so much weight that my clothes started falling off me.
I couldn't sleep.
At night, I lay awake staring at the ceiling, hearing Mmeso's voice in my head, over and over: I love you, but I enjoy Nzube's sex more."
Those words became a poison inside me, killing every part of my soul slowly.
One night, about two weeks after it happened, I sat alone in my dark room.
No lights.
No music
Just silence and pain.
I thought about everything.
I thought about the love I gave.
I thought about the betrayal I received.
I thought about how stupid I was to forgive the first time.
Tears ran down my face without warning.
I was tired.
Tired of loving people who didn't love me back. Tired of giving my heart to people who only knew how to break it.
For the first time in my life, I whispered something I never thought I would say:
Maybe it's better if I just disappear."
I sat there for hours, thinking, crying, broken.
I felt like a man who had no future anymore.
But then…Somewhere deep inside me, a small voice spoke. It was weak, almost too soft to hear, but it was there.
It said:
"Eche, don't die for people who would not cry for you." "Eche, your life is bigger than their betrayal."
"Eche, you still have a purpose." At first, I didn't believe that voice.
But as the days passed, it grew louder. I realized something important:
Mmeso and Nzube destroyed my heart… But I would be the one destroying my whole life if I let this pain kill me.
They broke me, yes. But I still had a choice.
I could stay broken forever.
Or I could fight.
Even if it took everything inside me.
That night, I wiped my tears. I turned on the light in my room for the first time in days.And I told myself: "I will survive this.
I don't know how yet.
But I will survive."
It would be the beginning of the hardest journey of my life…
But at least, for the first time since Mmeso betrayed me,
I chose myself.
After I promised myself that I would survive,
I thought everything would get better immediately.
But the truth is…
Healing is slow.
Healing is painful.
Healing feels like dragging yourself through fire — but still choosing to move forward.
Every morning when I woke up, the first thing I felt was pain, I still remembered Mmeso. I still remembered the betrayal. Some mornings, I didn't even want to get out of bed.
But I forced myself. I would sit on the side of my bed, bury my face in my hands, and whisper:
"You are still alive, Eche.
You are still breathing.
You still have a chance."
Then, one small step at a time, I started fighting for my life. I stopped answering Mmeso's messages.
Yes — she still tried to call.
She still sent texts, saying she missed me, saying she made a mistake, saying she loved me. But I didn't reply anymore. I blocked her number.
I blocked Nzube's too.
They no longer deserved a place in my world, I deleted all their photos from my phone.
I threw away the gifts Mmeso had given me.
I cleaned my house like I was cleaning my heart. Was it easy?
No.
I cried while doing it.
I sat on the floor holding a necklace Mmeso had bought for me, sobbing like a child.
But after the tears, I felt lighter.
A little freer. A little stronger.
I went for long walks alone.
I started writing in a journal, pouring out all the anger, all the sadness, all the confusion.
I listened to music that made me feel brave — not sad.
Songs that reminded me I was still worth something.
I visited my mother more often.
I sat with her, ate her food, listened to her stories.
Her love was pure, unlike the fake love I had received before.
Slowly… very slowly…
I started feeling small pieces of myself coming back.
I laughed once when my little cousin told a silly joke.
It was a small laugh — weak and cracked — but it was real.
It was the first real laugh in months.
And that night, when I laughed, I cried too — but not because I was broken.
I cried because I realized…
Maybe I could be happy again.
Maybe life wasn't over.
Maybe my heart could heal.
It would not happen overnight.
It would take time.
It would take more tears.
It would take courage.
But for the first time, I believed…
There was life after betrayal.
There was hope after heartbreak.
And one day, I would love myself more than anyone else ever could.
I was still Eche. Not the broken Eche.
Not the foolish Eche.
But the Eche who survived the fire — and kept walking.
EPISODE 11:
ADA'S KARMA (final Episode)
After I walked away from Mmeso and Nzube forever,
Mmso didn't waste time.
She threw all her love, her body, her heart into Nzube's arms.
-She told herself that this was where she truly belonged.
Nzube gave her what she craved most — passionate sex, wild excitement, things she said I could never give her.
Mmeso believed she had made the right choice.
She told herself,
"Eche was good, but Nzube makes me feel alive."
"Eche loved me, but Nzube satisfies my desires."
She spent her days texting Nzube sweet messages.
She spent her nights lying in Nzube's bed, giving him everything.
She forgot how I once loved her with my whole soul.
She forgot how I fought for her even when she broke me.
Now, it was all about Nzube.
Mmeso dreamed about marrying him. She pictured herself in a white wedding dress, standing beside him.
She believed he would make her the happiest woman alive.
And one sunny afternoon, Mmeso made a big decision:
She decided to surprise Nzube.
She cooked his favorite food.
She wore his favorite dress — the red one he said made her look "sexy."
She bought him a small gift, wrapped with love.
She smiled to herself as she imagined Nzube's happy face.
"Today, he will know how much I love him," Mmeso thought.
She took a cab straight to Nzube's house, full of excitement, full of dreams. But when she opened his door…
what she saw shattered her world.
There, on the bed they used to share, was Nzube.
But he was not alone.
A beautiful woman was lying on the bed with him.
Naked.
Laughing.
Holding him closely, like Mmeso never existed.
Mmeso froze at the door.
Her mouth opened, but no words came out.
Her heart dropped to the floor.
The food she brought fell from her hands.
Tears filled her eyes immediately. "Nzube…?" she whispered, her voice shaking.
Nzube sat up lazily, not even looking sorry.
He pulled the woman closer and said, smiling cruelly:
"Mmeso… meet Adaobi."
He kissed Adaobi on the forehead and continued:
"She is the love of my life.
I love her.
She is sweeter than you in bed.
And guess what?
We are getting married soon."
Mmeso gasped as if someone punched her in the stomach.
Adaobi, the beautiful woman, smiled sweetly — and then lifted her hand proudly to show Mmeso a sparkling diamond ring on her finger. Mmeso stared at the ring, feeling like the world was crashing down on her head.
Adaobi said, in a voice so sweet it hurt:
"He proposed to me last night.
We are so happy.
Sorry, dear… but he is mine now."
Mmeso's knees became weak.
She grabbed the doorframe to stop herself from falling.
Tears ran down her face like rivers.
Pain stabbed her heart over and over again.
She wanted to scream.
She wanted to fight.She wanted to die.
But all she could do was stand there — broken, humiliated, destroyed.
Nzube didn't even come to her. He just kissed Adaobi again, ignoring Mmeso completely.
At that moment, Mmeso realized the terrible truth:
She left real love for cheap pleasure.
She threw away Eche's pure heart for Nzube's dirty hands.
And now, she had lost everything.
Mmeso turned around and ran out of the house, her vision blurred with tears.
She ran and ran, but no matter how far she ran…
She could not run away from her shame.
She could not run away from her broken heart.
She could not run away from her KARMA.
While Mmeso cried herself to sleep,
while Mmeso lived with regret and loneliness
I was healing.
HiSlowly.
Painfully.
But surely.
I changed my number.
I deleted all the old pictures.
I unfollowed anyone who reminded me of the past.
I started focusing on myself.
I went back to the gym.
I started working harder at my job.
I picked up hobbies I had forgotten — reading, traveling, smiling again.
At first, it was hard.
Everything still reminded me of Mmeso.
But as time passed, the memories started to fade.
I realized something important: I was not the broken man she left behind anymore.
I was becoming stronger.
I was becoming better.
I no longer cried at night.
I no longer felt empty inside.
For the first time in a long time,
I was proud of myself.
I chose to heal.
I chose to live.
I chose to love myself again.
One sunny afternoon, I sat at a small café, sipping a cup of coffee and enjoying the breeze.
I looked around and smiled — a real, peaceful smile.
Life was good.
I was good.
Somewhere far away, Mmeso was probably still hurting.
Still regretting.
Still wishing she could turn back time.
But I didn't wish her harm.
I didn't hate her anymore.
I had simply…
moved on.
I had learned my lesson:
Never beg for love.
Never lose yourself for anyone.
Never stay where you are not valued.
As I finished my coffee, I whispered a small prayer:
"Thank you, God, for saving me from what I thought I wanted. And thank you for preparing me for something better."
I stood up, ready to continue my beautiful journey.
Not looking back.
Not feeling sorry.
Not carrying any old pain.
Because in the end…
I survived.
I grew.
I won.
And that was the best revenge of all.
THE END.