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I remember telling him one day, “K, if after everything I one day find out that it’s true you’re sleeping with these ladies on your phone, I swear to the heavens that I’ll never forgive you.”

He told me no one mattered except me, so I shouldn’t worry. He said Lizzy was just a friend and nothing else, but there was nothing friendly about their messages. So when the voice told me she was Lizzy, my heart skipped several beats. I shivered a little, not out of fear but confusion and whys.

She told me, “I’m calling you because of K. What is he to you?” I answered, “K? He’s just a friend. Nothing else.”

She giggled and told me she would call later.

When the call ended, I became disturbed, and it showed in my countenance. My madam, who already knew about my relationship with K, asked what the problem was, and I told her what had happened: “The lady who is at the centre of my fight with K just called, but I told her K is just a friend.”

She immediately went into advisory mode: “Why must you lie to her?” she asked me. “For all you know, she’s at his place and had picked your number to know your relationship with him. Call her back and tell her the truth that K is your boyfriend.”

I didn’t call her but instead sent her a text message that she should call me later because we had a lot to talk about.

What my madam said was true. Lizzy had come to visit him, and K was around when Lizzy called. And just as my madam said, he felt vindicated when I told Lizzy we were just friends.

Lizzy couldn’t call back again until much later. When she called, she told me K was on his way to buy her medicine because she was cooking for him and got hurt. Much later, when K also called me, he told me he himself was cooking and got hurt, so he was going to look for medicine to buy.

I told you he had a PhD in lies.

His absence in the house afforded Lizzy the opportunity for us to talk. I narrated our story to her—how we came to be, what we’d been through, and what was ahead of us. She sighed. She shared her story too—how she came into his life after he published his story on Silent Beads and how she had been coming to his place to spend weeks with him.

According to Lizzy, she also found out about us through his phone, but he denied ever having a relationship with me. Instead, he told Lizzy I was his bestie, so most often when they were talking, he mentioned my name like, “Even my bestie said this and that.” According to Lizzy, the things she read on his phone didn’t depict a bestie relationship, which is why she called me.

She was hurt. I was also crying my heart out. This began a series of conversations between me and her. We talked about our pains, but neither of us knew what to do. So when Lizzy left his place, I went there to see him. On my way, I called him, but he didn’t pick up, so I called Lizzy to call him and see if he would pick up. He didn’t pick up until much later when I was at his door, and he came to open the door for me.

She was on the phone with Lizzy, so I sat outside and waited until they were done. I asked him a simple question: “Did I ever mean anything at all in your life? If Lizzy is your girlfriend, then who am I to you?”

“A friend,” he answered.
“Oh, a friend? I do all the things I do for you because we are friends?”

He admitted right in front of me that he saw our relationship as friends with benefits. Herh K, God is watching you.

It’s one thing to have hopes that you meant something in someone else’s life, but the feeling is terrible when you realize you meant what you never dreamt to be in another man’s life. I cried. They were heavy tears—cold, bitter tears from deep inside me. From everything he said, it was clear he loved Lizzy more than me, but my shock was this…

I thought men did great things for the women they loved, but listening to Lizzy narrate her story, it sounded like a replica of what he was doing to me. He would take money from her and not pay it back. She would cook with her own money and those things. I figured he was not worth fighting for, so when I was leaving his place that day, I knew it was the end of us. I picked up the things I had in his room and left his place. He never called again.

I spoke to Lizzy when I left his place. She asked if anything happened, and I told her nothing happened—I even sat outside his room. While talking with her, we both realized that the pain was too much, so we agreed we were not going to talk again until later when we’d healed.

While we were not talking, she came to mind often. I missed her, but I couldn’t bring myself to call her until one day she called. I was like, “You came to mind. You don’t know how much I missed you.”

That day, after a lengthy conversation, she asked if I still loved K. I told her, “I used to, but now I don’t. Cheating is a deal-breaker for me, so I don’t think I can ever love him again.” She asked if I was totally over him. I confirmed it was totally over between us.

She said, “If you told me you still loved him, I would have left him for you, but if you don’t, then I’ll take him like that, knowing you’re off the scene.”

I didn’t have much to say. We left it there, and to date, they are still together. I blocked both of them so they wouldn’t have to appear in my life to remind me of the hurt I’ve been through. As for Lizzy, I unblocked her along the way so we could chat sometimes. The last time I heard from her was when Silent Beads shared the first screenshot saying they were going to share my story. She called several times, but I didn’t pick up. Later I got to know K told her about it, which was why she was calling me.

The first time I sent my story to Silent Beads in October, I told her about it. When I did, she also sent a message to Silent Beads, telling them she was ready to share her story, but only after they had published mine.

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I don’t know what she has in mind to share, but I pray she will be truthful about the events that happened so she can also heal. We all need healing from the way Cacktus Jack treated us. We are both beautiful women. Looking at her, I could see why K would die over her, and I could also understand why he couldn’t let me go even though he had Lizzy. He’s just a greedy man who wants all the beauties in this world to himself.

— Mayflower

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