I still remember the day Baba introduced me to Ken. He was smart, quiet, and always dressed neatly. Baba said Ken was a good man and that he would help me finish university. At first, I thought it was just family support.
True to his word, Ken paid my tuition fees when Baba could not afford it. Every semester, he sent the money without complaining. My classmates envied me. Some even said I was lucky to have a “future husband” sponsoring my education.
But deep inside, I felt trapped.
Ken started visiting often. He brought gifts, asked about my grades, and talked about our future like it was already decided. Baba would smile proudly, telling everyone that Ken was my blessing.
My heart froze.
I looked at him and whispered, “Ken… I appreciate everything you have done, but I don’t love you.”
Silence followed.
Behind him, Baba stood at the doorway, shocked. I knew I had broken his heart, but I also knew I was finally free. READ MORE................