We all know how far love can make us go — but sometimes, it takes pain to teach us sense.
I met him in a Facebook group last year. He was charming, respectful, always checking on me. After two weeks, we started calling each other “babe.” You know how it starts.
One day, he said his phone had spoilt. I sent him ₦35K to buy another one. I wasn’t rich, but I believed in supporting someone I loved. The following month, it was rent — I gave him ₦60K. Then later, ₦55K to "start a business."
I was blind in love, but I wasn't stupid. I started seeing signs: less texting, more excuses, stories that didn’t add up. Eventually, he stopped picking my calls. He blocked me everywhere.
I cried. I hated myself. But then I made a promise: I won’t beg or curse — I’ll upgrade.
I started learning how to make money online. I found LodPost and wrote about my story. That article went viral. The earnings started rolling in.
Today, I’ve made back more than what I gave him — and more. My heartbreak became my blessing.
Moral of the story? Never let betrayal kill you. Use it to level up.
They’ll watch your glow-up from a distance.
— Therealkaycee
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