Salt in her Honey

Name: Salt in her Honey
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My Soul Speaks Fyre

Romance | Ongoing

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She gave everything - love, loyalty, even her savings - to a man who used her and tossed her aside. But when Ella disappears and resurfaces stronger, she doesn't return for revenge... she returns with the truth. "Salt in Her Honey" is a gripping tale of betrayal, silent strength, and a woman's rise from pain to power.

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Chapter 5 Salt in My Honey

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Chapter 1 A Taste of Honey

Ella Adewale always believed in the magic of love. The kind that grows from shared dreams, whispered prayers, and the struggle of building from nothing. That's what she and Tayo had - or at least, what she thought they had.

Their one-bedroom apartment had no wardrobe, only hanging nails for their clothes. The kitchen was barely wide enough for two people to stand, but Ella cooked with joy. She made his favorite yam porridge, humming gospel songs as the pot simmered. Every meal was seasoned with love, every night ended with back rubs and hopeful conversations.

"Tayo," she said one evening, lying beside him on their old mattress, "One day, we'll laugh about all of this. You'll be a great politician, and I'll be right by your side."

He smiled and kissed her forehead. "Only you believe in me like this."

She did. She believed with her whole chest - enough to sell her father's small plot of land to fund his first local campaign. When friends warned her, she waved them off.

"This is my husband. His success is my success," she always replied.

And when he won that first council seat, he stood on stage and called her his "pillar," "his sunshine," "his honey."

Ella cried that day - not because of his words, but because she believed them.

What she didn't see, what no one could've told her, was that even the sweetest honey can mask a sour heart. That night, as they celebrated with wine and music, a small shift began. Tayo's phone buzzed more. His tone sharpened. And when she leaned in for a kiss, he pulled away distractedly.

"I have to go meet some people," he said, already reaching for his suit jacket.

Ella stood at the door watching him walk away, her smile lingering like the steam from the pot still on the stove. She didn't know it then, but that night was the last time her honey would feel pure.