A Nigerian man has finally broken his silence after his ex accused him of kicking her out of a house they reportedly paid rent for together and what he shared is nothing short of a heartbreak war story.
According to him, they met in 2022 when he was still in school, living with his aunty, while she was already in Lagos running a business her ex introduced her to.
Their love grew fast and messy. She denied having a child at first — until he found out and she confessed. He says he forgave her, fell deeper, and even started helping raise her son.
That night, I checked her WhatsApp chat with her male best friend. He asked if we had talked about the money. She replied, ‘Yes, the fool said he was joking.’
‘Fool?’
The same guy helping raise your son? Sending money to your mum and siblings?
I couldn’t sleep that night. I was heartbroken.
The next day, I was visibly upset and she knew why. We talked, and I forgave her — but I told her I didn’t want to rent a place with her again. Then the begging started. Her mum, my cousin, friends — they all asked me to forgive her. I did.
We continued house-hunting. All the places we saw were above our budget. I had only my half of the rent. I needed capital for business and asked to use it temporarily. She got upset, so I left it alone. Eventually, we found a place, but it was still pricey. I opened all my banking apps and showed her everything. I’ve always been transparent with my finances.
Then she pulled me aside and said she had 200k ‘somewhere’.
I was confused — we never hide money from each other.
I told her, ‘I don’t need this house. I’m doing this for you. So why am I emptying my accounts while you’re hiding money?’ I was hurt.
Her calling me a fool to another man and hiding money happened in the same month. It broke me.
Three days after we moved in, I broke up with her. She was devastated, rightly so. I told her I knew her business page was down and she didn’t have much. I said we could stay together until she got back on her feet, but I couldn’t be with her anymore. She said she couldn’t stay if we weren’t dating and would find a place to move to.
I told her it was still her house and she didn’t have to leave.
But we kept fighting.
One day, she drank a full can of bitters and got drunk. She hit me and accused me of cheating. I had to call my friend and stay on the phone for safety. She locked the bedroom door and hid the key. I broke the door off its hinges and ran out at night to sleep at a hotel in Ikeja.
The next morning, she was unusually happy — like nothing happened. It scared me. I warned her never to do that again. She didn’t care. That’s when I knew it was planned — and for my safety, she had to leave.
Later that night, trying to scare her like she did me, I tried to remove her kitchen cabinet and TV bracket. We struggled for hours. I never raised my hand — it was mutual. A lot was said. I was done. She needed to leave.
She once told me her ex beat and raped her while she was still healing from childbirth. That disgusts me. I could never do that to anyone.
On the last day, we fought verbally. We shoved each other while I tried to move her kitchen cabinets. She shoved me so hard my shoulder dislocated.
I was exhausted.
I grabbed a knife and started damaging the walls, crying. I realized everything in the house was hers. I gave everything to please her and was left with nothing of my own.
She tried to comfort me. I pushed her away.
Days before she moved out, she told me her dad was in the hospital for surgery and that Dayo was sick. I refused to pick her calls.
It was all a lie.
My cousin sat beside her dad in a keke the next day in Uyo. Her sister had already told on her. No one was in surgery or sick.
I get it — you took me from rags to riches, so I had to pay the piper before leaving. (She doesn’t know I know this.)
When she finally moved out, not before showing me a chat with her new therapist saying she has multiple personality disorder and still needs me — I sold the generator and AC to pay off her debt to our production manager.
I specifically told him not to tell her. I wanted to see if she’d pull something like this.
Her JBL was stolen at my aunty’s place in Uyo, along with my phone. I can get the police report from Ewet Police Station if this becomes legal, which it might — especially over these false assault accusations.
The first two receipts are from the AC sale. The last two are for the generator.
I’m also getting a video statement from the production manager, and I’ll add my bank statements if I have to.
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