I have always valued peace in my home. Living in a quiet estate in Ruiru, I expected calm nights and friendly neighbors, not chaos and betrayal. But weeks before the incident that changed everything, I felt a subtle unease that I could not ignore.
It started with small signs my husband’s sudden secrecy over his phone, unusual late-night absences, and a new “prayer routine” that he insisted was private. Initially, I dismissed my concerns as paranoia. After all, he had always been a man of faith.…CONTINUE READING
