“Wait, what do you mean you got married yesterday?” Those were the exact words Ginika screamed so loudly that people in the restaurant turned to look at her.

Her hands began to shake as the glass of juice she was holding slipped from her fingers and crashed onto the floor.

Nobody moved. Nobody spoke because everyone could see that something terrible had just happened. Across from her sat the man who she had called her fiance for two whole years.

Two years of promises. Two years of waiting. Two years of telling family members that the wedding would happen in a few months.

And now, the same man was calmly sitting in front of her sipping wine as if nothing had happened.

Ginika felt her chest tighten. “You got married? To who?” The man looked directly into her eyes.

“To my wife.” The entire restaurant became silent that even the waiter who was approaching their table stopped walking.

Ginika felt her chest tighten. “Your wife?” She whispered as Larry nodded in agreement. Ginika laughed.

Not because anything was funny, but because sometimes pain becomes so heavy that laughter is the only thing the body can produce.

“What are you talking about?” Larry leaned back in his chair as he revealed to her that he married another woman.

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Now, let’s begin. Once upon a time, there lived a woman whose name was Ginika.

For the first time in many years, Ginika was happy. Truly happy. The kind of happiness that made her smile at her phone whenever a message arrived.

The kind of happiness that made her sing while cooking because she believed that God had finally answered her prayers.

The reason for her happiness was none other than Lanre. Lanre was everything she had ever wanted in a husband.

He was handsome, successful, generous, and he treated her with so much respect. Lanre worshipped the ground that she walked on.

For over 2 years, he treated her like a queen, took her to beautiful restaurants, bought her thoughtful gifts, and even remembered every important date in her life.

Whenever she had a problem, he was always there. Whenever she felt sad, he found a way to make her laugh.

Their relationship looked perfect. At least, that was what everyone believed. Friends envied them, relatives admired them.

Even Ginika herself sometimes wondered how she got so lucky. What she did not know was that Lanre was carrying a secret, a secret he had waited years to reveal.

One Friday evening, Lanre called her. “Get dressed,” he said. “Why?” Ginika asked. “We are celebrating.”

“Celebrating what?” “Our second anniversary.” Ginika smiled immediately. She rushed to prepare. After all, anniversaries with Lanre were always special.

She spent hours choosing the perfect outfit. Her makeup was flawless. Her hair looked beautiful.

When Lanre arrived to pick her up, he complimented her appearance as usual. “You look stunning.”

Ginika blushed. The restaurant he took her to was one of the most expensive restaurants in Lagos.

The atmosphere was beautiful. Soft music played in the background. Candles flickered on every table.

Everything looked perfect. And for the first hour, they laughed. They ate. They talked about memories they had shared.

At one point, Ginika found herself imagining what their wedding would look like. Perhaps, he was finally going to propose tonight.

Perhaps, that was why he chose an expensive restaurant. The thought made her heart race.

Then suddenly Larry became quiet, extremely quiet in fact. His smile disappeared. His face became serious.

Ginika noticed immediately. “Are you okay?” She asked as Larry took a deep breath, then another as though he was preparing himself for something difficult.

Finally he looked her in the eyes and began to speak. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Ginika smiled. “What is it?” The next words changed her life forever. “I got married yesterday.”

For a moment Ginika thought she heard him wrongly. The smile remained on her face, not because she was happy, but because her brain refused to process what she had just heard.

“What?” Larry looked away. Then he repeated himself. “I got married yesterday.” The restaurant suddenly felt smaller.

The air felt heavier. The sounds around had disappeared. Ginika stared at him waiting for him to laugh, waiting for him to say it was a joke, waiting for him to explain, but he never did.

Instead he calmly removed a gold wedding band from beneath his sleeve and placed it on the table.

Ginika’s entire body went cold. “No.” Her voice was barely above a whisper as tears immediately filled her eyes.

“No. It can’t be.” The words escaped her mouth repeatedly as though repeating it enough times could change her reality.

“You are lying.” Larry remained silent as people at nearby tables began to turn towards them.

Still Larry remained calm. Then Ginika noticed something she had never seen before. There was no love in his eyes, no warmth, no affection, nothing.

The man sitting in front of her looked like a complete stranger. “Why?” She whispered as Larry leaned back slowly.

Then, for the first time that evening, he smiled, but it was not a happy smile.

It was the smile of a man who had waited years for a particular moment.

“Do you really want to know why?” Ginika nodded through her tears. And that was when Larry finally began to remind her of a past that she desperately wished to forget.

“You remember the day I bought you a necklace with my first salary?” Ginika froze.

Of course, she remembered. Years ago, back when Larry was poor. Back when nobody believed he would become anything.

Back when he loved her with all of his heart. “You took the necklace and threw it back at my face.”

Ginika felt her stomach tighten as Larry continued. “You said it looked like something a roadside hawker would sell.”

His voice remained calm, dangerously calm. “You told me your dog deserved better gifts.” Tears rolled down Ginika’s face, but Larry was not finished.

“You remember the day I begged you to give our relationship a chance?” Ginika lowered her head.

She already knew where this was going. “You laughed.” Larry smiled bitterly. “You looked at my clothes.

You looked at my shoes. Then, you asked me how I planned to date a woman when I could barely feed myself.”

Ginika began crying openly. People around them could hear every word now, but Larry did not care.

For years, he had rehearsed this moment. Then, he mentioned the memory that haunted him most, the SUV.

Ginika immediately covered her mouth, not because she had forgotten, but because she remembered it perfectly.

The humiliation, the cruelty, the arrogance, everything. Years ago, Larry had approached her to plead with her to give him a chance, but before he could finish speaking, a luxury SUV pulled up beside them.

A wealthy businessman that she was dating at the time sat inside. The man leaned across and opened the passenger door.

Ginika smiled, not at Larry, at the businessman. Then, she deliberately climbed into the SUV while maintaining eye contact with Larry.

The rich man laughed. Ginika laughed, too. And before the vehicle drove away, she rolled down the window, pulled several naira notes from her handbag, and threw them directly at Larry.

The money scattered across the road. Some notes landed on his shoulders, others fell at his feet.

Then came the words that he would never forget. “Buy food first. You look like you are starving.”

She laughed as the SUV drove away, leaving him standing there, surrounded by money and the humiliation that he never forgot.

And as Larry stared at Ginika across the restaurant table, he finally said the words that he had waited years to say.

“That was the day I knew that you never loved me.” Ginika’s heart shattered as the entire restaurant fell silent.

Even the waiters stopped moving as nobody wanted to miss what would happen next. But Larry was not finished, not even close.

“You think the SUV incident was the worst thing you did to me?” He asked Ginika, who looked up slowly as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.

Larry laughed bitterly. “No. The SUV was painful, but what happened after that nearly destroyed my life.”

Ginika felt a knot form in her stomach because she already knew what he was about to say.

Years after she rejected him, life became extremely difficult for Larry. He had exhausted his savings.

His small business had collapsed. The landlord was threatening to throw him out of his apartment.

For days, he survived on one meal, sometimes no meal at all. He was desperate, completely desperate.

And despite everything she had done to him, there was still one person he believed would help him.

Ginika. So one evening, he swallowed his pride and called her. He explained everything. His voice trembled as he spoke.

He told her about his failing business, his unpaid rent, his debts. And for a moment, Ginika appeared sympathetic.

For the first time in years, she spoke kindly to him. She agreed to lend him the money.

Larry was shocked. He thanked her repeatedly. He promised to repay every couple. And for a short while, things seemed hopeful.

But fate had other plans. The business failed again. Everything collapsed. Larry could barely feed himself.

Repaying the loan became impossible. He called Ginika several times, begging for more time. He explained his situation, but Ginika was no longer interested in explanations.

She wanted her money and wanted it immediately. So one morning, Larry was returning from a job interview when a police vehicle suddenly stopped beside him.

Before he could understand what was happening, officers jumped out. People gathered. Neighbors watched. Passersby stopped.

Larry was so confused. “What is happening?” One of the officers grabbed him. “You may know exactly what is happening.”

Within minutes, he was inside a police vehicle, humiliated, terrified, confused. And as the vehicle drove away, he saw someone standing at a distance, watching.

It was Ginika. She folded her arms and looked at him without a single trace of pity.

Larry stared at her through the police window, unable to believe what was happening. Back at the station, he discovered the truth.

Ginika had used her connections to accuse him of obtaining money under false pretenses. Nobody listened to his explanation.

Nobody cared. Days became weeks. Weeks became months. As Larry spent months inside the filthy cell, sleeping on concrete floors, sharing space with hardened criminals, as he battled with mosquitoes every night, Larry watched his life disappear.

There were days he thought about ending everything. There were days he cried himself to sleep.

There were days he begged God to let him die because he could not understand how someone he loved could hate him this much.

Then one afternoon, everything changed. A familiar voice called his name. Larry. Larry looked up and nearly collapsed.

Standing outside the cell was Tunde, his childhood friend, the same friend who he had not seen in almost 6 years.

Tunde had heard about his situation through a mutual friend and immediately came looking for him.

When he discovered why Larry was being held, he paid the debt every single naira back to Ginika.

Then he hired a lawyer and within days, Larry walked out of the station as a free man.

But freedom was not the greatest gift that Tunde gave to him on a platter.

The greatest gift came afterwards. During one of their conversations, Tunde told Larry about a tech company that he had recently started.

The company was growing rapidly and they needed hardworking people to pilot their dreams. People they could trust, people willing to learn.

Larry had nothing left to lose, so he joined. At first, he knew almost nothing about tech, nothing, but he learned day and night, morning and evening, weekends and even holidays.

He learned coding, he learned software sales, he learned digital solutions, he learned business development, and because he had already suffered so much, he worked harder than everyone else.

Years passed and the company exploded. What started as a small tech business became a multi-millionaire enterprise.

Investors arrived, contracts arrived, opportunities arrived, and for the first time in his life, money arrived, too.

Lots of it. The poor man who could not afford rent suddenly owned properties. The man who once begged for transport began driving luxury vehicles.

The same man who once spent months inside a police cell became a multi-millionaire. Larry leaned forward and stared directly into Ginika’s eyes.

“You know what is funny?” Ginika said nothing. “The woman who helped destroy my life also helped create the man sitting in front of you today.”

Tears poured down Ginika’s face because she already knew what he meant. “If you had not humiliated me, if you had not thrown money at me, if you had not sent police after me, I might never have met Sunday again.”

The silence became unbearable. Then Larry delivered the final blow. He reminded her of how she approached him the moment she discovered how wealthy he had become, how she suddenly began liking every picture that he posted online, how she constantly found excuses to call him, how she accidentally attended events that she knew he would be attending, how she suddenly became interested in his hobbies, how she suddenly started speaking kindly to him, how she began treating him like a human being, the same man who she once considered worthless, the same man she once treated like dirt, the same man she once told would never become anything in life.

Ginika lowered her head in shame because everything he was saying was true. “You apologized,” Larry continued, “and for a while I believed you.”

Fresh tears rolled down Ginika’s face because that part was true, too. After years of regret, she had finally apologized, not once, not twice, several times.

She apologized for insulting him. She apologized for all the humiliation. She apologized for sending police after him.

She even apologized for all the pain she had caused. And at first, Larry had genuinely considered forgiving her because he believed that people could change.

For the first few months, he watched her carefully. He wanted to believe that she was different.

He wanted to believe that she had matured. He wanted to believe that she genuinely regretted all her actions.

Then one evening, something happened, something that changed everything. Larry had planned to surprise her.

He had bought flowers, expensive flowers, the kind he knew that she loved. Without informing her, he drove to her apartment.

As he approached her door, he heard voices inside. Ginika was not alone. One of her closest friends had come to visit.

Larry smiled. He was about to knock, then he heard his name. Immediately he stopped, not because he intended to eavesdrop, but because what he heard next froze him in place.

Ginika, are you sure about this? Her friend sounded concerned as Ginika laughed confidently. The sound made Larry’s stomach to tighten.

Her friend sighed. I don’t know, Ginika. You don’t know what? I don’t think Larry is a good idea.

There was a brief silence. Then Ginika laughed again, the kind of laughter that immediately transported Larry back to the days when he was poor.

The kind of laughter that he had never forgotten. My dear, Larry is a mum mum man, no.

Larry froze. His fingers tightened around the flowers. Inside the apartment, both women laughed. A complete mum mum, her friend sounded shocked.

Ginika. What? You don’t mean that. I do. Larry felt his heart sink. The woman he had been slowly learning to trust continued to speak.

That man loves me like a fool. More laughter followed. A complete fool. In fact, a compound fool.

Her friend remained silent. Then Ginika continued. After everything I did to him, look at him now.

He still wants me. He still follows me around like a fly. He still buys me gifts.

He still acts like I’m the best thing that ever happened to his life. The flowers in Larry’s hands suddenly felt heavy.

As Ginika continued, why should I now leave him? What do you mean, Ginika? Her friend asked as Ginika laughed hysterically.

My dear, do you know how much money that man has? The words hit Larry like a slap.

He has houses, oh, businesses, cars, and even travels abroad as if it is backyard.

Larry now spends money without looking at price tags. She clicked her tongue. You think I’ll leave that kind of man?

Her friend stared at her as she began to speak. Ginika, but you know that you don’t love this man.

Why be with him? Why you know that all you are after is his money?

Does he know that you made a move on his friend today? The room became quiet as Larry re-filled his heart job to realize that Ginika stooped so low as to go after his friend all because of his money.

Larry closed his eyes as he continued to listen in on their conversation. Babe, I better leave that one, oh.

He won’t tell him. I can bet my life on it. I love the life that Larry can provide for me.

So, I don’t mind faking love, oh, just to be in his life. The words landed like thunder.

And if Larry is foolish enough to keep spending money on me, then I’ll happily enjoy it.

Her friend looked disturbed. Ginika, this is dangerous, oh. Larry is now a powerful man.

Ginika rolled her eyes. Please, I beg, say something else. Larry is what God has used to bless me.

So, anyhow you want to see it, I’m happy to be with him, oh, whether I love him or not.

You are talking as if Larry is some genius. She laughed again. The man is a mumu, a complete mumu.

He worships me. He always has, and he always will. Larry felt something die inside of him because in that exact moment, he realized something.

Nothing had changed. Absolutely nothing. The same arrogance, the same entitlement, the same Ginika who had apologized with her mouth, but never changed in her heart.

She was only pretending, pretending to love him, pretending to be in this with him.

Larry stood outside the door for almost 5 minutes, unable to move, unable to breathe properly, unable to believe that the woman he was about to give a second chance had just called him a mum mum, a fool, a man she planned to use.

He looked at the flowers in his hand. Then he looked at her door. Then he smiled, not because he was happy, but because something inside him had finally become cold.

That night, Larry did not knock. He quietly dropped the flowers beside her door, entered his car and drove away.

By the time Ginika opened her door later and saw the flowers on the floor, her heart skipped.

She picked them up quickly. There was no note, no message, nothing. So, she called Larry.

He answered like nothing had happened. “Hello, baby.” Ginika smiled in relief. “Did you come to my house?”

“Yes.” Larry replied calmly. “I wanted to surprise you.” “Aw, why didn’t you knock?” Larry looked at the road ahead and smiled.

“You sounded busy with your girl. I could hear the laughter and I didn’t want to interrupt you guys.”

Ginika smiled. She brought the flower close to her nose. “They are beautiful, Larry.” She said as Larry smiled and told her that the flowers were not as beautiful as her.

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He said as Ginika pretended to be flattered.

They spoke for a few minutes as Larry promised to call her much later. That was the day the real game began, the day that Larry vowed to beat her at her own game.

He became more loving, more caring, more generous. Bought her expensive bags, took her shopping, paid for her vacations, introduced her to important people.

And one evening, in front of her family, he knelt down and proposed. Ginika screamed.

Her mother danced. Her relatives shouted. Her friends clapped. Everyone celebrated, but Larry knew the truth.

The ring was not a promise. It was a trap. Ginika believed she had finally won.

She began calling herself Mrs. Larry. She changed her social media bio to engaged and bragged to everyone that cared to listen that her wedding was going to be the biggest wedding Lagos had ever seen.

However, anytime she asked for a date, Larry gave her hope that soon the date would be fixed.

Anytime she complained, he smiled and urged her to be patient. Even her family asked questions, but he answered them politely, revealing that they were both planning something beautiful.

So, Ginika waited 1 month, 3 months, 6 months, and even 1 year. Then, 2 years came, and all the while, Larry was already building a life with another woman, a quiet woman whose name was Morineke, a woman who had known him in his struggling days, a woman who respected him before the money came, a woman who never laughed at his pain, but instead loved the man that he was.

And yesterday, Larry married her quietly, peacefully, without drama, without Ginika’s consent. Now, inside that expensive restaurant, Ginika stared at the wedding ring on the table as if it was a knife.

“You wasted my time.” She whispered as Larry looked at her calmly. “No, Ginika.” He leaned forward.

“You wasted your own time, the day you chose greed over love.” Ginika shook her head as tears began to pour down her eyes.

“You are wicked.” Larry smiled. “Maybe.” Then his voice dropped. “But you taught me wickedness.”

Ginika covered her face and cried. “What about our engagement?” “What engagement?” She looked up in shock.

“The ring?” Larry nodded. “Yes, the ring.” He paused. “The ring I bought from a roadside seller?

Make sure to ask the value of that ring, because that’s how much you are worth to me.

Nothing.” Ginika trembled as she began to cry out in pain. “You can’t do this to me.”

Larry stood up slowly as he revealed to her that he was done. Then, he dropped money on the table enough to pay for the meal.

However, before leaving, he looked at her one last time as he began to speak.

“I wanted to forgive you, Ginika. For a moment, I truly wanted to believe that you had changed, but that night outside your apartment, I heard everything that you and your friend discussed.”

Her mouth fell open as everything in her body went cold. “I heard you call me a mumu man.

I heard you say you only loved the life I could provide. I heard your friend ask about Tunde, and I heard you say that if Tunde had accepted you, you would have chosen him because he had more money.”

Ginika could no longer speak. Her lips shook. Her hands trembled. Larry looked at her with tired eyes.

“That was the day I buried whatever pity I had left for you,” he said as he turned and walked away.

Ginika jumped up immediately as she began to plead for his forgiveness. People watched as she ran after him.

Outside the restaurant, Larry got into his expensive SUV. Ginika banged the window as she continued to beg for his forgiveness.

“Please, Larry, I’m sorry. You can’t leave me now. People will laugh.” Larry looked at her for the last time as he drove off without looking back.

Ginika stood outside the restaurant and cried like a child. She could not believe that the seed she had planted had finally been harvested before her very eyes.

She learned her lesson the hard way never to look down on others because the person you mock today may become the person you beg tomorrow.

And from that day on, Ginika understood that pride may look sweet in the beginning, but it always leaves a bitter taste in the end.

As for Larry, he moved on with his wife, Morinike, and chose peace over the painful memories of his past.

However, people never stopped asking one question. Was what Larry did to Ginika too harsh, or did she deserve the lesson that he taught her?

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