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“I Found Out My Boyfriend Was Married — On His Birthday”
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I spent ₦45,000 on his birthday.
And I’m a student.
That money was supposed to be my survival plan for the next two weeks; provisions, snacks, airtime, maybe a little shawarma to feel among. But no. Love decided to collect sense from me.
I booked a Bolt to his estate, holding my small nylon with the perfume he casually mentioned liking weeks ago, and a cake I begged my roommate’s sister to bake on credit. I even wore the red gown he once said made me look like trouble.
I got to his gate and texted him.
> “I’m almost there baby ❤️ I hope you’re hungry.”
No reply. I brushed it off. Maybe he was in the shower.
But then, as I approached the gate, I saw a woman.
Pregnant.
Standing.
Crying.
Not crying silently. Crying the kind of tears that hold stories.
I almost walked past. Until she looked me dead in the eyes and said....
“Are you olamide?”
I blinked. “Yes…”
She exhaled sharply. Wiped her eyes.
Then she said it. Softly. Slowly. Painfully.
“You too?”
My heart started to race.
“Sorry… who are you?”
She chuckled bitterly. “I’m his wife.”
I swear my ears started ringing.
My legs became weak. My vision blurred.
“His what?”
She opened her purse, brought out her wedding ring, and said:
“My name is Amara. I’m six months pregnant for Tayo. He told me he was working late today.”
Right at that moment, his front door opened.
And there he was.
In a towel,
Smiling.
Holding another girl’s waist from behind.
I don’t know if it was the towel, the girl behind him, or the fact that he was smiling like nothing was wrong but something in me snapped.
Tayo’s smile vanished the moment his eyes landed on me.
“Olamide??”
The girl behind him adjusted her towel and gave me a confused look.
Before I could even speak, Amara, the pregnant one, stormed past me and marched straight to the door.
“You’re sick, Tayo!” she shouted, her voice trembling. “You said you were at work!”
He panicked. “Amara, wait… babe.. wait, please…”
“Don’t call me babe, Tayo!” she yelled, her voice breaking. “Don’t you ever call me that again!”
The other girl stepped back and whispered, “What’s going on?”
I stood there, frozen. Staring.
Cake in one hand. Perfume in the other.
I looked like a fool clutching my broken celebration.
And just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse....
Amara turned to me and said, “You can have him if you want. But you’re not the only one. That one behind him? She’s from his office.”
The other girl gasped.
“Wait, what?! Tayo, you said you were divorced!”
Tayo looked like a rat caught in the act, sweating, babbling, pleading.
“Olamide, baby please… this isn’t what it looks like...”
I dropped the cake. The sound as it hit the floor was louder than all of our voices combined.
I looked him dead in the eyes and said,
“Happy birthday, husband.”
Then I turned and walked away.
Later that night, I couldn’t stop the tears. I cried bitterly each drop carrying all the pain, disappointment, and betrayal. I blocked him. I deleted his pictures. And the very next day, I posted the video of his wife confronting him on TikTok.
That video
earned 1.2 million views in just four hours.