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Caramel Nigeria
Student @ Babcock University
Abuja, Nigeria
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Jerry.
<p>There he was, in the middle of the dance floor, swaying with his wife. They were so happy, so effortlessly in love, it made my chest ache. For the millionth time, I felt like God was laughing at me, as though He had written fate this way just to show me the consequences of walking away from the man He chose for me.</p><p>The reception hall glowed beneath warm lights. White flowers spilled from every table, and no expense had been spared. The alaga coaxed laughter and smiles from every corner of the room, even from me. Everyone was happy.</p><p>Everyone except me.</p><p>I met Jerry when I was fifteen. We attended the same secondary school, and even then he was charismatic, funny, tall, and beautiful. He carried himself with a confidence I'd never seen in anyone else. He was so sure of who he was. Then I broke him. I took that certainty away from him.</p><p>Somehow, this woman had given it back.</p><p>I remember the last time we spoke. Jerry was on his knees, begging me not to leave. He was crying. I could almost see his heart in his hands, held out for me to stitch back together, to heal. But I couldn't. I had to leave him.</p><p>He never understood why.</p><p>The applause pulled me back to the present. Jerry smiled at his wife as though she were the only person in the room. I should have been the one dancing with him. I should have been the one he looked at like that.</p><p>I cursed him.</p><p>I cursed myself even more.</p><p>When my husband leaned down to kiss me, I cursed him too.</p>

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