THE GREATEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE
I will never forget the greatest mistake of my life. It was him — yes, him. Chidiebere. When I first met him, I thought he was perfect. The kind of man every woman dreams of — tall, dark, effortlessly confident, with a low, velvety voice that could make your knees tremble even when he only said “hello.” His appearance was a 10/10, and his cologne? God. That scent followed me home long after he dropped me off that first night. He worked with an oil and gas company in Port Harcourt, and his composure screamed success. The way he spoke — calm, deliberate, almost royal — I couldn’t believe someone like that had chosen me. I still remember the day I introduced him to my sister, Olaedo. She studied him quietly, her eyes moving over him like a scanner. Chidi smiled politely, made small talk, and charmed everyone in the room except her. When he finally left, she turned to me with that same disapproving frown she wore whenever she was right about something. “Look, Nenye,” she began softly, “tha...