Forever To Silence Episode 4

After that call, days passed like a blur. I moved through life like a ghost present, but empty. People spoke to me, but their voices sounded far away. At night, sleep refused to come. Whenever I closed my eyes, I heard Folarin’s voice saying, “I want a different life now.”

Different life… without me.

One evening, while scrolling through my phone aimlessly, I opened social media. I don’t even know what I was looking for maybe answers, maybe pain, maybe the truth I was too afraid to ask for directly.

That was when I saw her.

It wasn’t obvious at first. Just a comment under one of Folarin’s photos. A woman’s name. A laughing emoji. Something small something that would mean nothing to a stranger, but everything to a wife.

I clicked her profile.

My hands trembled as her pictures loaded. There he was. My husband. Smiling in her photos the way he hadn’t smiled with me in months. Sitting beside her. Standing too close. Living the “different life” he spoke about so calmly.

She was beautiful. Confident. Abroad. Everything I suddenly felt I was not.

I scrolled and scrolled, my heart tearing with every swipe. They had been together longer than I imagined. Longer than the time he started acting strange. Longer than the nights I cried and blamed myself.

So I was right.

The distance didn’t change him.

He chose to change.

I confronted him that night. I sent screenshots. I asked him to tell me the truth just once. I begged him to respect me enough to stop lying.

His reply came hours later.

“Yes. I’m seeing someone.”

No apology. No shame.

He said he found happiness. He said I wouldn’t understand his new life. He said we had “grown apart.”g

Grown apart… while I was still holding us together alone.

I asked him about the money, the sacrifices, the years of love. He said, “I never forced you to help me.”

That sentence destroyed something inside me permanently.

So my love became my mistake. My loyalty became my weakness. My support became something he used and discarded.

That night, I made a decision not out of anger, but out of exhaustion. I stopped begging. I stopped explaining. I stopped fighting for someone who had already walked away.

I sent him one final message:

“I loved you genuinely. I stood by you when you had nothing. I hope the life you chose gives you the peace you took from me.”

He didn’t reply.

But strangely, for the first time in months, I slept.

Because sometimes, the truth hurts but it also sets you free.

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