My name is Lydia, and I live in Nakuru. For eight years, I believed I had built a strong marriage. We were not perfect, but we were stable. We had routines, shared dreams, and a life that felt secure. I never imagined that another woman would walk into our lives and slowly dismantle everything I had worked so hard to protect.
At first, I sensed the change. My husband became distant. His phone was always on silent. Late meetings became frequent. When I asked questions, he grew defensive. Then one evening, I saw a message flash across his screen a name I didn’t recognize, but the tone was intimate.…CONTINUE READING
