I thought I was in love, not knowing that I was dipping myself into an ocean of heartbreak that I couldn’t sail out from.
She was the only lady I could confidently say I had ever met and promised myself that if it wasn’t her, I wouldn’t marry anyone else.
We met in a grocery shop, where she was one of the sales reps. It was indeed love at first sight.
I approached her and told her how beautiful she looked and how I couldn’t afford to lose the chance of being friends with her. She blushed but politely reminded me that her workplace didn’t allow such fraternizing with customers. Determined, I asked for her number and promised to call her after work.
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Back home, I tried her number on several occasions, but she ignored my calls upon realizing it was me. Finally, after a week of persistent attempts, she picked up.
She explained that it had been a busy week and apologized for not returning my calls. Her voice was soft, and the way she spoke made me feel like she genuinely cared.
Our friendship began to blossom. She visited me often, but she always discouraged me from visiting her. Whenever I insisted, she’d threaten to end things with me. At the time, I saw it as her being private and respected her wishes. But now, looking back, it was a red flag I ignored.
Every week, without fail, I sent her $5,000. She earned $5,000 monthly from her job at the grocery shop, but with my consistent contributions, her monthly income shot up to $25,000. In essence, I was practically “employing” her with a generous $20,000 salary for doing nothing for me.
She was sweet, attentive, and made me feel loved in ways I had never felt before. But beneath that charm, there were signs I refused to acknowledge: the blocked WhatsApp statuses, the constant need for money, and her reluctance to let me visit her home.
Five months passed, and we were still good—or so I thought. One fateful day, I noticed she had posted a wedding invitation card on her WhatsApp status. Before she could block me from seeing it, I had already saved the image.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. My heart sank, and my hands trembled as I stared at my phone. I rushed to her DM to confront her about it. She laughed and claimed it was a prank, reassuring me that she knew I’d be the first to fall for it. Hearing the word “prank,” my heart settled, and I foolishly believed her.
Three days later, she called and told me about a trip to the UK. She claimed it was for her studies and that she needed to travel to retrieve an important report for her assignment. She begged me for money, knowing I wouldn’t hesitate.
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She was my lady, and I loved her deeply. Since $100,000 was enough to cover her round-trip expenses, I sent the money without asking too many questions.
A few hours later, I couldn’t reach her. She had blocked me on all platforms. At first, I refused to believe she had scammed me. I held onto hope, needing confirmation before jumping to conclusions.
Seven days later, as stated on the invitation card I had seen, my girlfriend got married to a man in Los Angeles.
How did I find out? I repeatedly visited her workplace, hoping someone there might provide answers. One of her colleagues, noticing my persistent visits, finally shared some details about her background. She revealed my ex was from Texas.
I booked the next available flight to Texas. On arrival, I discovered her parents had relocated to LA for their daughter’s wedding. It was at that moment the painful truth dawned on me—this woman had scammed me, using my money to sponsor her wedding rather than a trip to the UK.
I reported the matter to the police, and they quickly took action. The police in Texas contacted their counterparts in California, and before the wedding could proceed, my ex was apprehended.
I met her in custody, and when she tried to plead for forgiveness, I acted like she wasn’t the person I had come to see.
She was convicted of fraud, jailed, and forced to repay all the money she had stolen from me.
Looking back, I ask myself why I ignored the signs. Maybe it was love, or perhaps it was blind trust. Either way, this experience taught me to be cautious and to value myself more.
And that was it. Despite the heartbreak and betrayal, I found solace in knowing she got what she deserved.
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DISCLAIMER: This story is fictional and all images used are AI generated. Please disregard any form of familiarity as that was not done on purpose.