Fanzy 💫

🥀 I don’t chase, I attract.

[Fanzy 💫 @Ifanyima]

My boyfriend asked me to pretend to be his wife for one weekend, and I agreed without asking too many questions.

We had been dating for two years, and I trusted him completely.

He told me his grandmother was seriously ill and had one final wish: she wanted to meet the woman he intended to marry.

I thought it was sweet.

So I agreed to travel with him to his hometown.

Before we left, he gave me a few instructions.

"Please don't mention that we're not married yet."

I laughed.

"Why would I do that?"

He smiled and kissed my forehead.

When we arrived, his grandmother welcomed me with so much excitement that I almost felt like I had been part of the family for years.

She hugged me, held my hands and kept calling me her granddaughter.

Everything was beautiful until dinner.

His grandmother suddenly asked me:

"So, my dear, have you forgiven him for what happened with his first wife?"

I stopped eating.

I looked at my boyfriend.

He was staring at his plate.

I laughed nervously and asked what she meant.

His grandmother looked confused.

"Didn't he tell you? He was married before."

I turned towards him.

He quickly interrupted.

"Grandma, please, let's talk about something else."

But she continued.

She explained that he had been married for three years before his first wife mysteriously disappeared.

According to her, the woman had left everything behind, including her wedding ring and personal belongings.

I felt uncomfortable.

When we finally got to our room, I confronted him.

"Why didn't you tell me you were married before?"

He held my hands.

"I was going to tell you. I just didn't know how."

I asked him whether he was divorced.

He nodded.

But something about his expression made me realise there was more to the story.

Then he said:

"There's something else. Tomorrow, you're going to meet her."

I froze.

"Meet who?"

He looked at me and whispered:

"My first wife."

The following morning, I woke up to find my boyfriend missing.

His phone was on the bedside table, and his car keys were gone.

I went downstairs and asked his grandmother where he had gone.

She simply smiled.

"He went to bring someone home."

I asked who.

She looked directly at me.

"His wife."

I reminded her that he had told me they were divorced.

Her expression changed.

"Divorced? My dear, who told you that?"

Before I could respond, I heard a car outside.

My boyfriend walked into the house with a woman.

She was beautifully dressed, carrying a small handbag.

The moment she saw me, she smiled.

Then she walked straight towards me.

"Hello. You must be the woman he's dating."

I nodded.

She stretched out her hand.

"My name is Amanda. I'm his wife."

I looked at my boyfriend.

He wouldn't look at me.

I asked Amanda whether she was joking.

She shook her head.

Then she said something that made my knees weak.

"We've been married for six years. We have a daughter together, and she's been asking about her father."

I turned towards my boyfriend.

He finally spoke.

"Baby, please let me explain."

I started crying.

"Two years. I've been with you for two years, and you never told me you had a wife and child?"

He lowered his head.

Then Amanda opened her handbag and brought out a photograph.

It showed my boyfriend holding a little girl.

On the back was a handwritten message:

"Daddy, Grandma says you're bringing my new mummy home. I hope she likes me."

I couldn't breathe.

I looked at Amanda.

She was crying too.

Then she said:

"There's something else you need to know. I didn't come here to fight you. I came because our daughter specifically asked to meet you."

I stared at her.

"Why would your daughter want to meet me?"

Amanda looked at my boyfriend before answering.

"Because she's been calling you Mummy for the past six months. Your boyfriend has been showing her your photographs and telling her you're going to become her mother."

[Fanzy 💫 @Ifanyima]

My boyfriend asked me to pretend to be his wife for one weekend, and I agreed without asking too many questions.

We had been dating for two years, and I trusted him completely.

He told me his grandmother was seriously ill and had one final wish: she wanted to meet the woman he intended to marry.

I thought it was sweet.

So I agreed to travel with him to his hometown.

Before we left, he gave me a few instructions.

"Please don't mention that we're not married yet."

I laughed.

"Why would I do that?"

He smiled and kissed my forehead.

When we arrived, his grandmother welcomed me with so much excitement that I almost felt like I had been part of the family for years.

She hugged me, held my hands and kept calling me her granddaughter.

Everything was beautiful until dinner.

His grandmother suddenly asked me:

"So, my dear, have you forgiven him for what happened with his first wife?"

I stopped eating.

I looked at my boyfriend.

He was staring at his plate.

I laughed nervously and asked what she meant.

His grandmother looked confused.

"Didn't he tell you? He was married before."

I turned towards him.

He quickly interrupted.

"Grandma, please, let's talk about something else."

But she continued.

She explained that he had been married for three years before his first wife mysteriously disappeared.

According to her, the woman had left everything behind, including her wedding ring and personal belongings.

I felt uncomfortable.

When we finally got to our room, I confronted him.

"Why didn't you tell me you were married before?"

He held my hands.

"I was going to tell you. I just didn't know how."

I asked him whether he was divorced.

He nodded.

But something about his expression made me realise there was more to the story.

Then he said:

"There's something else. Tomorrow, you're going to meet her."

I froze.

"Meet who?"

He looked at me and whispered:

"My first wife."

The following morning, I woke up to find my boyfriend missing.

His phone was on the bedside table, and his car keys were gone.

I went downstairs and asked his grandmother where he had gone.

She simply smiled.

"He went to bring someone home."

I asked who.

She looked directly at me.

"His wife."

I reminded her that he had told me they were divorced.

Her expression changed.

"Divorced? My dear, who told you that?"

Before I could respond, I heard a car outside.

My boyfriend walked into the house with a woman.

She was beautifully dressed, carrying a small handbag.

The moment she saw me, she smiled.

Then she walked straight towards me.

"Hello. You must be the woman he's dating."

I nodded.

She stretched out her hand.

"My name is Amanda. I'm his wife."

I looked at my boyfriend.

He wouldn't look at me.

I asked Amanda whether she was joking.

She shook her head.

Then she said something that made my knees weak.

"We've been married for six years. We have a daughter together, and she's been asking about her father."

I turned towards my boyfriend.

He finally spoke.

"Baby, please let me explain."

I started crying.

"Two years. I've been with you for two years, and you never told me you had a wife and child?"

He lowered his head.

Then Amanda opened her handbag and brought out a photograph.

It showed my boyfriend holding a little girl.

On the back was a handwritten message:

"Daddy, Grandma says you're bringing my new mummy home. I hope she likes me."

I couldn't breathe.

I looked at Amanda.

She was crying too.

Then she said:

"There's something else you need to know. I didn't come here to fight you. I came because our daughter specifically asked to meet you."

I stared at her.

"Why would your daughter want to meet me?"

Amanda looked at my boyfriend before answering.

"Because she's been calling you Mummy for the past six months. Your boyfriend has been showing her your photographs and telling her you're going to become her mother."

[Fanzy 💫 @Ifanyima]

My boyfriend has a habit of remembering things I say when I don't even remember saying them.

One evening, I casually mentioned that I had always wanted someone to surprise me with flowers on an ordinary day. Not on my birthday, not on Valentine's Day, and definitely not because we had argued. Just flowers because someone thought of me.

He laughed and said, "Noted."

I didn't think much of it.

A few weeks later, I came home from work feeling exhausted. My hair was a mess, I hadn't eaten properly, and I was in no mood to talk to anybody.

When I opened the door, I found him sitting on the couch with a bouquet of flowers beside him.

I smiled immediately.

"What's the occasion?"

He looked at me and said, "Nothing."

I laughed. "Then why did you buy me flowers?"

He stood up, walked towards me, and gently took my bag.

"Because you said you wanted flowers on an ordinary day. And today looked ordinary enough."

I don't think he understood what that did to my heart.

I hugged him tightly and started laughing because I didn't want him to see how emotional I was becoming.

But then he said something that made me go quiet.

"Baby, I listen when you talk. Even when you think you're just saying random things, I'm collecting little pieces of you."

I looked at him for a moment.

And suddenly, the flowers weren't even the most beautiful thing in that room.

It was the feeling of being loved by someone who paid attention.

Someone who didn't need a special occasion to remind me that I mattered.

Someone who understood that sometimes, the smallest things we mention casually are actually the things we secretly wish someone would remember.

And honestly, I hope every woman experiences a love that makes her realise she doesn't have to keep repeating what makes her happy.

Because being loved is beautiful, but being listened to, remembered, and considered without having to ask twice?

That's a different kind of romance.

[Fanzy 💫 @Ifanyima]

When I opened the door, my husband's mother was standing outside.

She looked at me and immediately started crying.

"Please tell me he hasn't called you yet."

I asked her what was happening.

She entered the house, sat down and held my hands.

Then she said:

"Your husband didn't attend that wedding to marry his ex-girlfriend. He attended because she is his biological sister."

I stared at her.

She continued:

"Twenty-eight years ago, there was a mistake at the hospital. Two babies were switched, and our family only discovered the truth recently."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

Then she handed me a document.

There were two names on it.

My husband's name.

And the bride's name.

But before I could read the rest, his mother whispered:

"The reason he married you is connected to the same secret. And tomorrow, you will finally understand why."

[Fanzy 💫 @Ifanyima]

My boyfriend has a habit of remembering things I say when I don't even remember saying them.

One evening, I casually mentioned that I had always wanted someone to surprise me with flowers on an ordinary day. Not on my birthday, not on Valentine's Day, and definitely not because we had argued. Just flowers because someone thought of me.

He laughed and said, "Noted."

I didn't think much of it.

A few weeks later, I came home from work feeling exhausted. My hair was a mess, I hadn't eaten properly, and I was in no mood to talk to anybody.

When I opened the door, I found him sitting on the couch with a bouquet of flowers beside him.

I smiled immediately.

"What's the occasion?"

He looked at me and said, "Nothing."

I laughed. "Then why did you buy me flowers?"

He stood up, walked towards me, and gently took my bag.

"Because you said you wanted flowers on an ordinary day. And today looked ordinary enough."

I don't think he understood what that did to my heart.

I hugged him tightly and started laughing because I didn't want him to see how emotional I was becoming.

But then he said something that made me go quiet.

"Baby, I listen when you talk. Even when you think you're just saying random things, I'm collecting little pieces of you."

I looked at him for a moment.

And suddenly, the flowers weren't even the most beautiful thing in that room.

It was the feeling of being loved by someone who paid attention.

Someone who didn't need a special occasion to remind me that I mattered.

Someone who understood that sometimes, the smallest things we mention casually are actually the things we secretly wish someone would remember.

And honestly, I hope every woman experiences a love that makes her realise she doesn't have to keep repeating what makes her happy.

Because being loved is beautiful, but being listened to, remembered, and considered without having to ask twice?

That's a different kind of romance.

[Fanzy 💫 @Ifanyima]

My husband received a wedding invitation from his ex-girlfriend, and he did something I never expected.

He cancelled our anniversary trip.

We had been married for three years, and I had already booked a beautiful weekend getaway for us. Everything was paid for, including the hotel and dinner reservations.

But the moment he saw that invitation, his attitude changed.

He became unusually quiet and kept reading the card.

I jokingly asked him whether he was planning to attend his ex-girlfriend's wedding.

He looked at me and said:

"Actually, I think I should."

I thought he was joking.

But he wasn't.

He explained that they had dated for five years before breaking up. Apparently, she had invited him because they had ended things peacefully and remained friends.

I told him I wasn't comfortable with him attending.

He became defensive.

"You're my wife. Why are you worried about someone from my past?"

I didn't argue.

I simply told him to do whatever he wanted.

The wedding was scheduled for Saturday, and he left our house that morning wearing the suit I had bought him for our anniversary.

He didn't even ask me to come along.

I was hurt, but I decided not to disturb myself.

Around 6 p.m., I received a phone call from an unknown number.

A woman introduced herself as the bride's younger sister.

She asked whether I was my husband's wife.

I said yes.

Then she asked me something strange.

"Madam, please, do you know why your husband has been invited to this wedding?"

I laughed nervously and told her I assumed they were friends.

She went silent.

Then she said:

"Please don't be angry, but I think you deserve to know what is happening here."

My heart started beating faster.

She sent me a photograph.

It was a picture of my husband standing beside the bride.

But they weren't standing like ordinary wedding guests.

He was holding her hand, and she was wearing the engagement ring I had seen in his drawer three months earlier.

I immediately called my husband.

He didn't answer.

I called again.

This time, he picked up.

I asked him why he was wearing an engagement ring with another woman.

He went completely silent.

Then he said:

"Baby, please don't misunderstand what you're seeing. There's something I need to explain."

I asked him one question.

"Why is your ex-girlfriend wearing the ring you told me you bought for me?"

He sighed.

And then he said something that made me realise I had been married to a man whose past I knew absolutely nothing about.

"Because, sweetheart, that wedding was supposed to be mine."

I couldn't speak.

I asked him what he meant.

He told me that before we met, he and his ex-girlfriend had been engaged. They had planned their wedding, but she disappeared three weeks before the ceremony.

He said he had been heartbroken and eventually moved on.

I asked why he had never told me about the engagement.

He replied:

"I didn't think it mattered anymore."

I asked him why he had kept her ring.

He said she had returned it to him through a mutual friend years ago.

But I wasn't convinced.

I told him to come home immediately.

Instead, he asked me to wait until the ceremony was over.

I ended the call.

An hour later, his ex-girlfriend's younger sister sent me another message.

This time, it was a screenshot of a conversation between my husband and the bride.

My husband had written:

"After today, everything will finally be settled. She doesn't know anything yet."

The bride replied:

"Are you sure you can go through with it?"

He answered:

"I have no choice. She deserves the truth."

I read the messages several times.

Who was the woman he was talking about?

And what truth was he planning to reveal?

Just then, my doorbell rang.

[Fanzy 💫 @Ifanyima]

When I opened the door, my husband's mother was standing outside.

She looked at me and immediately started crying.

"Please tell me he hasn't called you yet."

I asked her what was happening.

She entered the house, sat down and held my hands.

Then she said:

"Your husband didn't attend that wedding to marry his ex-girlfriend. He attended because she is his biological sister."

I stared at her.

She continued:

"Twenty-eight years ago, there was a mistake at the hospital. Two babies were switched, and our family only discovered the truth recently."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

Then she handed me a document.

There were two names on it.

My husband's name.

And the bride's name.

But before I could read the rest, his mother whispered:

"The reason he married you is connected to the same secret. And tomorrow, you will finally understand why."

[Fanzy 💫 @Ifanyima]

My husband received a wedding invitation from his ex-girlfriend, and he did something I never expected.

He cancelled our anniversary trip.

We had been married for three years, and I had already booked a beautiful weekend getaway for us. Everything was paid for, including the hotel and dinner reservations.

But the moment he saw that invitation, his attitude changed.

He became unusually quiet and kept reading the card.

I jokingly asked him whether he was planning to attend his ex-girlfriend's wedding.

He looked at me and said:

"Actually, I think I should."

I thought he was joking.

But he wasn't.

He explained that they had dated for five years before breaking up. Apparently, she had invited him because they had ended things peacefully and remained friends.

I told him I wasn't comfortable with him attending.

He became defensive.

"You're my wife. Why are you worried about someone from my past?"

I didn't argue.

I simply told him to do whatever he wanted.

The wedding was scheduled for Saturday, and he left our house that morning wearing the suit I had bought him for our anniversary.

He didn't even ask me to come along.

I was hurt, but I decided not to disturb myself.

Around 6 p.m., I received a phone call from an unknown number.

A woman introduced herself as the bride's younger sister.

She asked whether I was my husband's wife.

I said yes.

Then she asked me something strange.

"Madam, please, do you know why your husband has been invited to this wedding?"

I laughed nervously and told her I assumed they were friends.

She went silent.

Then she said:

"Please don't be angry, but I think you deserve to know what is happening here."

My heart started beating faster.

She sent me a photograph.

It was a picture of my husband standing beside the bride.

But they weren't standing like ordinary wedding guests.

He was holding her hand, and she was wearing the engagement ring I had seen in his drawer three months earlier.

I immediately called my husband.

He didn't answer.

I called again.

This time, he picked up.

I asked him why he was wearing an engagement ring with another woman.

He went completely silent.

Then he said:

"Baby, please don't misunderstand what you're seeing. There's something I need to explain."

I asked him one question.

"Why is your ex-girlfriend wearing the ring you told me you bought for me?"

He sighed.

And then he said something that made me realise I had been married to a man whose past I knew absolutely nothing about.

"Because, sweetheart, that wedding was supposed to be mine."

I couldn't speak.

I asked him what he meant.

He told me that before we met, he and his ex-girlfriend had been engaged. They had planned their wedding, but she disappeared three weeks before the ceremony.

He said he had been heartbroken and eventually moved on.

I asked why he had never told me about the engagement.

He replied:

"I didn't think it mattered anymore."

I asked him why he had kept her ring.

He said she had returned it to him through a mutual friend years ago.

But I wasn't convinced.

I told him to come home immediately.

Instead, he asked me to wait until the ceremony was over.

I ended the call.

An hour later, his ex-girlfriend's younger sister sent me another message.

This time, it was a screenshot of a conversation between my husband and the bride.

My husband had written:

"After today, everything will finally be settled. She doesn't know anything yet."

The bride replied:

"Are you sure you can go through with it?"

He answered:

"I have no choice. She deserves the truth."

I read the messages several times.

Who was the woman he was talking about?

And what truth was he planning to reveal?

Just then, my doorbell rang.

[Fanzy 💫 @Ifanyima]

snapchat be like, “be obsessed with me or i’ll delete myself. y’all don’t take me seriously.”

[Fanzy 💫 @Ifanyima]

you definitely need some level of delusion or obsession to persist in this world.

[Fanzy 💫 @Ifanyima]

you definitely need some level of delusion or obsession to persist in this world.

[Fanzy 💫 @Ifanyima]

snapchat be like, “be obsessed with me or i’ll delete myself. y’all don’t take me seriously.”

[Don Funiture And Apartment @Don_interior]

None of us can choose our destiny and none of us can escape it.

[𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧 @Be_like_calvin2]

bro really used my own excuse against me

[Resko★ @Bloke_Baz]

It's actually exhausting dealing with people who think the whole world revolves around their existence

[FAVOUR🧃 @FavourIdio]

Condemn phone! Condemn computer!
Handset to baje baje!
We are buying it in a good price..

Oya guess how much dem dey buy ham ?

[Dangbana👊🏾 @DeProphecy_]

A woman is always looking for better options and never hesitates when an opportunity arises

[Notes @8Notess]

My wife lied about having a miscarriage and instead had an abortion, I don’t know what to do know?

My wife and I have been married for 3 years and for the past year we have been trying for a child.

We both wanted to have children and after we got married we decided to first buy a house and get things in order financially before having children.
Last year we both mutually agreed that we were in the right place to try for a child, in fact it was my wife who put the idea forward.

A little over 8 months ago my wife found out she was 6 weeks pregnant with our first child. I was elated, I had always wanted to be a father and it seemed like something I never thought was possible was coming true.
My wife and I began buying parenting books, planning a nursery, just doing all the stuff first-time parents do. I had never been happier at this moment.

Several weeks later, I had to fly out of the country for a work conference. I was gone for about 8 days. Whilst I was abroad, my wife called, she was crying and told me she had a miscarriage. She was 18 weeks pregnant at this point.
I flew back home immediately and told work that I had a family emergency.
I was devastated with the news, but I never properly mourned as I felt I had to be emotionally strong for my wife who was a wreck.

This was a tough period for both of us, but I thought we had come out stronger as a couple. I knew I had to give my wife some time and space before we could approach the subject again, especially with this being, what I thought, her first miscarriage.

[Aunty Rose 🌸 @Its_Auntyrose]

It’s one thing to be tired, it’s another to be sickly tired.

See y’all later.

[🅱🅸🅶 🆂🆃🅾🅽🅴 @BIGSTONE9990]

Girl wey never start life go think say na boy wey get car dey press money pass 💔😂