The thing is, I wasn’t supposed to enjoy the wedding. I came for closure. To shake small waist, collect small rice, and bounce. But somehow, Chijioke had me smiling like I wasn’t someone’s almost-wife. And when the MC shouted, “Couples, friends, everybody to the dancefloor!” Guess who grabbed my hand like say we practiced? At […]
Crashing My Ex’s Wedding (Ep 1)
The IV came on a Thursday. Gold-trimmed, sealed with wax. Like royalty. My name was written in cursive. I stared at it for almost 2 hours. I almost tore it. I almost framed it. I did none. I just sat there… shaking. Why is my ex inviting me to his wedding? To flaunt his new […]