My babe got pregnant for me, and she had a miscarriage the same time I went to my villa to bury my late dad. Just before I could get back to town, she said she needed space and stopped taking my calls. I tried to visit her surprisingly and met her so-called world-best friend—a man that’s in his 30s, if not late 30s (Benin man). This is the same person she told me had already gotten married, but the man just finished his NYSC and was about to rent a house and start life. Most of this guy’s properties were in her house.
This is the same girl that wanted me to get married to her by all means. After the miscarriage and my dad’s funeral, I was ready to meet her people, but she declined. I went ahead to meet her parents. Both her parents and friends are begging her, but she’s ignorant and not minding them. I’m lost. I still want to understand something—am I wrong, or is it that she never loved me? I’ll be checking in the comment section.
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