Deception And Betrayal

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husky with sleep, telling me how much she missed me. I would rush to her side, bearing gifts and a heart f

nd I would wipe away her tears, promising to always be there for her. My wallet became her lifeline, and I wi

as worth it, that Ngimanchi was worth it. But behind my back, Ngimanchi would lavish in luxuries, her smile gleaming

ld say. "She's playing him like a fiddle." But I wouldn't listen. I was too deep in love, too blinded

trapped in her web of deception, and I didn't know how to escape. But deep down, a small voice was whispering warnings, telling me that something wasn