Jane and I met during our National Service (NSS). We were the only service personnel in our office, so we naturally became inseparable. She came from a wealthy home, but she often told me her dad preferred spending on his many sugar babies rather than his own family. That was her “why.”

It was the reason she had two sugar daddies and a string of other men to fund her luxury lifestyle. I never judged her. I didn’t know her struggle, and I didn’t know what I would have done in her shoes.

She knew about my relationship with Ray, and the three of us had hung out a couple of times. A few months after our service, she visited me unannounced and saw a V8 parked in my compound

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She didn’t come inside but called me to come out. I was surprised and rushed outside quickly—I didn’t want her coming in because I had a guest. She started screaming and hyping me up, thinking I’d finally “leveled up.” I had to quiet her down and told her I had a visitor inside, so please, she should leave and I’d call to explain later.

I forgot to call her that day and woke up to a text: “I’m waiting for my gist.” I told her I’d also gotten a sugar daddy and it was his car parked there. I didn’t go into details, but she was thrilled and said, “At last, I’m not the only sinner now.” We both laughed and moved on to other topics.

A month later, we went out with friends and the conversation turned to loyalty tests and pranks. She had car trouble that day, so I offered to drive her home. On our way, she brought up loyalty tests again and suggested she pull one on my boyfriend. I wasn’t having it. “I don’t like being pranked, so I don’t do it to others.” She said okay, and that whenever I changed my mind, she’d help.

Three days later, she had sent me screenshots of her chat with my boyfriend with the caption: “You have a faithful partner, he passed the test.”

I rushed to read the conversation. My boyfriend had turned down her advances. I was furious. I called her immediately and went off—” Jane, don’t you ever contact my boyfriend again without my permission. Do you hear me” I was very angry at her. She apologized and swore she was not doing to do again.

After that, our friendship became strained. She noticed me pulling away and came to my house to beg again. She even stayed over for a week. That’s how we got back to normal.

Two to three months later, I noticed Ray had become distant and quiet. I tried getting him to open up, but he said he didn’t feel like talking about it. I decided to give him space—maybe it was work or family issues.

One day, Jane and I went to a friend’s birthday party. We drank and ate so much that Jane got an upset stomach. It was so bad she spent three hours in the washroom. I had to rush her to the hospital. After checkups and medication, I took her to my place and she fell asleep, completely drained. Her phone had been ringing nonstop since the hospital and continued as she slept. I decided to put it on Do Not Disturb when another call came in. The caller ID said “Love,” but the number looked familiar.

I used her finger to unlock the phone to check.

It was my boyfriend. He’d called her twenty times, followed by messages like: “Are you okay, love?” “How are you feeling?” “Should I come pick you up?”

I can’t even describe how I felt. Shocked doesn’t cover it. I was shaking, tears streaming down my face as I scrolled through their previous messages.

She’d told my boyfriend a lot of things. That I had a sugar daddy and was cheating on him. She even sent screenshots of our chats—the exact conversation where I told her I’d gotten a sugar daddy. I could see how it shattered him. He sent her voice notes of himself sobbing, asking her questions, breaking down. He didn’t confront me about it because she begged him not to—to protect her.

I never asked Ray for money or gifts. He gave freely. So in his mind, why would I need a sugar daddy? To him, it was over between us. He was building something new with Jane, and once their foundation was solid, he’d break up with me.

Here’s the truth: I’m not even intimate with my so-called sugar daddy. He’s my former boss from where Jane and I did our service. He lost his wife two years ago. He truly loved her and fell into a depression that was affecting his work and his children. His therapist told him to find someone he could talk to, someone he could share his problems with. While working for him, I used to lighten the mood with jokes and office gossip. That’s how we became close. I call him my sugar daddy because he often sends me money and gifts, but all I do is cook for him, listen to him, and give advice. He’s slowly getting back on his feet.

I never told Jane the full story because it wasn’t my place to share his pain. And I never told Ray because I knew he wouldn’t believe me. What man would?

Jane told Ray I was a whore who couldn’t keep her legs closed. She told him I asked her to do a loyalty test on him because I was afraid he was a whore like me.

The irony? Ray has no idea Jane is the actual whore.

After reading those messages, I logged her WhatsApp onto my other phone in a way she’d never find out. I studied computer science, so I’m pretty skilled in IT. I put her phone on Do Not Disturb and quietly went to sleep in the hall.

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She woke up the next morning, thanked me for taking care of her, and headed home. I waved goodbye and smiled, because I knew it was Ray waiting outside to pick her up.

Now I have my plans:

1. Expose her to Ray

2. Tell Ray my side of the story, then break up with him

3. Get into a relationship with her father

4. Destroy all her relationships

By the time I’m done with this girl, she’ll know exactly why the devil spoke to Eve in the garden instead of Adam.

—Eve’s Madam

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