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I opened the box where I kept my savings and froze. My ₦250,000 was gone. I had spent two years saving that money, sacrificing my personal needs because my boyfriend, Ethan, promised we were building a future together. I called him repeatedly, but his phone was switched off. When I visited his apartment, his belongings were gone too. Then I found a picture of him online, holding another woman close. The caption read, *Finally, my forever person.* My heart broke. I messaged her, asking how long they had been together. Her reply shocked me. *Ethan told me he was single. He also said the money we used to book our trip came from his savings.* I sent her our pictures and told her about my missing money. An hour later, she sent me screenshots of their conversations. Ethan had been planning to leave me for months. But one message caught my attention. He had also used my personal details to apply for a loan without my permission. I knew I couldn't let him get away with it.

I married the man who once told me I was the only woman he could never betray. Three years later, I discovered he had been secretly paying another woman’s rent. When I confronted him, he broke down crying. “Please, Olivia. She has nowhere else to go. I made a mistake, but I still love you.” I wanted to believe him. I remembered the nights he stayed beside me when I lost my job, the meals we shared when money was tight, and the promises he made when we had nothing. So I gave him one last chance. Two months later, I found a hospital receipt hidden inside his jacket. The patient’s name was a woman I had never heard of. The appointment date was the same day he told me he was attending a business meeting. My hands trembled as I called the hospital. The woman was pregnant. When my husband came home, I placed the receipt on the table. He stared at it, then whispered, “I was going to tell you.” I packed my bags that night and left without another word.