I thought I had found the love of my life. Michael Njoroge, my husband of seven years, had always been charming, attentive, and full of promises. When we met, I was young, ambitious, and determined to build a life with someone who would respect my dreams. Michael seemed perfect. He assured me of his love, promised fidelity, and convinced me that together, we could overcome anything. I sacrificed a lot—my personal ambitions, social life, and even relocating to Thika, where his family lived—because I believed in him and the life we were building together.
For years, I devoted myself to our marriage. I managed our home, supported him through his career ups and downs, and made countless compromises because I trusted him completely. Michael often reminded me that I was his world, that he appreciated my sacrifices, and that no one else could love him like I did. I felt secure, cherished, and committed. Little did I know that behind the smiles, our messages, and the cozy dinners, he was secretly betraying me.…CONTINUE READING
