He left when I needed him most.
I was four months pregnant and living in a one-bedroom apartment.He said he’d found someone “better.”Someone with money. He left me and our baby to […]
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“I was paid to pretend to be his wife, but I ended up being the only one who truly loved him.”
“I was paid to pretend to be his wife, but I ended up being the only one who truly loved him.” I was washing dishes […]
“I raised their children like my own, but when I got sick, they threw me out like garbage.” My name is Nneoma. I was barely 17 when I left my village in Ebonyi with a nylon backpack and more fear than future. My mother cried when she said goodbye, but we knew there was no other option. The land was no longer giving and our stomachs were growling. Mama Chike, a family friend, had promised me something better: “A good family in Lagos needs help. They pay well. They’ll treat you like a daughter.” It was a lie. But I didn’t know it yet. The house had automatic gates, security cameras, and a constant scent of artificial lavender. Everything sparkled. Except me. I was given a windowless room and a chore list that started at 4:30 a.m. I bathed the children. I made breakfast. I washed, cooked, ironed, cleaned. I sang lullabies until I fell asleep on the floor. The children called me “Aunty Nne.” Her parents simply called me “the girl.” For 12 years, I was invisible and essential at the same time. I never asked for a raise. I never took a vacation. Not even when my mother died. They just told me, “This isn’t a good time. You can cry in your free time.” I cried that night, clutching a wet towel to keep quiet. But I stayed. Because I still believed loyalty had value. Everything changed the day I collapsed in the kitchen. I’d been coughing for weeks. Dizziness. Weight loss. Fever. The diagnosis: tuberculosis. The doctor was clear: “You need rest. Isolation. Medication. Fresh air.” I expected sympathy. Instead, the woman said, “We can’t risk it. There are children here. It’s best if you return to your village.” She didn’t ask if I had anywhere else to go. They just packed me into a taxi with ₦10,000 and a cardboard box. The maid who raised her children as her own… Thrown out like trash. That night, I slept in a church compound. Coughing under a mango tree. I thought I would die there. Until someone approached me in the darkness… A thin figure. Silent. With a flashlight. “Nneoma?” he whispered. I looked up. The breath caught in my throat. It was one of the boys I had raised… but he wasn’t a boy anymore. He was 17. Taller. Stronger. And his eyes were blazing… with rage. “I was looking for you,” he said, his voice shaking. “My mother lied to us. She threw you out… but you didn’t do anything wrong.” And then he dropped the bombshell. “Nneoma… I am not her son. I am yours.”
Part 1: “I raised their children like my own, but when I got sick, they threw me out like garbage.” My name is Nneoma. I […]
“I cleaned his house for 15 years, but when I bought the one next door, they said I stole it.”
“I cleaned their house for 15 years, but when I bought the one next door, they said I stole it.” For 15 years, I stood […]
“They sent me to the village because I was too ugly to get married — 15 years later, I returned as the face of their largest company.”
💔 “They sent me to the village because I was too ugly to marry—15 years later, I returned as the face of their largest company.” […]
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They never called me by my name.Just “you.”For ten years. But the night their daughter was dying…When no one else in the family could save […]
Upon learning that her husband had given his salary to his mother, the daughter-in-law prepared a surprise for them both.
— Oh Lord, empty again! Olga slammed the refrigerator door and sighed deeply. Her husband’s salary had vanished in less than a week. How much […]
My husband took out a loan in my name to buy his mother a gift, but my revenge cost more than a crocodile handbag.
The Crocodile Bag Saturday was quiet. Outside, a fine drizzle fell in irregular streamers through the window, and inside the apartment, the air smelled of […]
“When I learned that the girl my husband hired as a maid was his mistress, I remained calm and assigned her only one specific task each day, and I sat back. After a week, she ran away…
“It all started one afternoon when my husband came home and said, “You get so tired, and the house is so big. I thought about […]
“On Our Wedding Night, My Father-in-Law Climbed into Bed with Us”
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