Chapter 1

In a life that now feels like a distant memory, I basked in the warmth of what I believed to be a happy family. I was blissfully unaware of the storm brewing beneath the surface, until July, my birth month I was supposed to be 30 years old when my world came crashing down.

On that fateful day, I discovered my husband Andre had secretly married another woman Kimora . The shocking revelation left me reeling, as I tried to comprehend how this could have happened right under my nose.

For twelve long years, I had been married to a man I thought I knew inside and out. Little did I know that the person I had devoted my life to had been leaving a double life.

You might think that you are shocked now, but brace yourself, because there's more to this twisted tale of betrayal and heatbreak.

As I began to investigate further, I noticed layers upon layers of lies while one more disturbing than the last. And then, as if the emotional turmoil wasn't enough, I found myself facing a new and chilling threath Malicious online trolls targeted me with a barrage of hateful messages, making me fear for my safety. But even more sinister were the secrets I discovered in the once loving sanctuary of my matrimonial home. I couldn't shake the feeling that my life was in danger, and I knew that I had to fight back to protect myself from unseen forces.

My love life was on the emotional rollercoaster that was my journey to uncover the truth and confront the threats that loomed over me.

I felt the pain of betrayal, the anger at being deceived, only to have her life turned upside down in the blink of an eye.

The first time l encountered his bad character. My husband and I were in Dubai in April, soaking up the sun and enjoying what I thought were moments of marital bliss. One evening, as we were on a video call with our

kids back in the USA, a message popped up on his phone. It read, "Every time I see her pictures, it makes me sad." My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't help but question him about the message. My husband brushed it off, saying it was a girl from his past who had been harassing him. He denied knowing her or having any sort of relationship with her.

I wanted to believe him, but deep down, I knew that something wasn't right. I cried my eyes out, feeling betrayed and helpless.

Upon returning to the USA, l couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to do something about the situation. With a heavy heart, I decided to voice my concerns to my husband's parents. However, their response was I should put my mind at rest that he will never do such a thing,His mother insisted that the lady was merely a business partner, but my husband quickly silenced her from revealing any more.

All these contradictions and evasiveness from the family began to take a toll on me psychologically and mentally abusing my sanity.They tried to minimize the issue, dismissing it as neither serious nor deep.

Driven by a desperate need for the truth, I took matters into my own hands. I went through my husband's phone and found some strange numbers that he had been communicating with on W******p. My heart pounding, one of the numbers I called ended up being a female. I questioned her about her relationship with my husband, but she flatly denied knowing him at all.

Feeling cornered, I hung up and sent her a text message, including a picture as proof that her number was saved on his phone as Kendra(which later found out her real name is Kimora Williams ). Yet, she still denied it, insisting that she had no connection to him whatsoever.

I felt stuck, unsure of how to proceed. It seemed as if everyone involved was determined to keep me in the dark, denying any serious relationship between my husband and Kimora. But I couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that there was more to this story, and I knew l had to keep digging to uncover the truth.

However, I kept hopes up. Thinking the marriage was salvageable. On June 20th, my husband informed me that he needed to travel to Paris for an important project. I wasn't keen on the idea, but he managed to convince me with documentary evidence that he had been approved for a 57,000,000 Dollars grant for the oil and the gas station he is building. He insisted that he had to be in Paris to monitor and supervise the project personally.

On June 27th, same year, I found out that

My son had also contracted The flu and started running a fever. I was furious with him for leaving us in such a vulnerable state, and I couldn't bring myself to answer any of his calls. My anger grew as I struggled to care for my sick child feeling isolated and overwhelmed.

On July 1st, I was resting in bed with my daughter when I received a phone call from a friend of mine. She inquired about the whereabouts of my husband and asked if there were any problems in the marriage. I told her there was no issue, aside from him leaving for Paris while I was sick with our son.

She then asked if that waş truly the only problem in our home .My curiosity grew, so I asked her what she meant. My friend sent me a picture that made my heart drop -they were dressed in white and pink coordinating colors, looking all too comfortable with each other. The wind was knocked out of my sails, and I felt completely blank. I dialed his number, my hands shaking with fury. Instead of addressing my concerns, he began interrogating me about not picking up his calls. I couldn't believe his audacity. ignoring his questions, I sent him the picture my friend had shared with me and demanded an explanation. He immediately started apologizing, but I pressed him further, asking him why he was apologizing and what for.

He told me that the lady was celebrating her birthday, and that's why they were dressed in matching clothes. I couldn't help but ask why he was the only one matching with her since I didn't see a crowd of people wearing the same outfits. It was evident to me that there was more to these pictures .