Happy Sunday People OF God, indeed the is joy in the house of the Lord's.

Happy Sunday everyone hope you go to church and make sure to add this country to your prayer

If you have never sin, b the first to cast a stone. I always talk am say na who them catch them the disgrace, hide everything about yourself and life like cat sh***t. You'll be disgrace publicly for the same sin everyone is guilty thereof. The fact that you are being disgrace and humiliated is because you've been caught in the act. Happy Sunday 💕

MY HUSBAND ABANDONED ME FOR A RICH MISTRESS, NOT KNOWING I WAS THE REAL BOSS OF HIS COMPANY Episode One: The Betrayal I had always believed in love—the kind that withstands storms, that holds strong in the face of trials. That was why, when Emeka and I built our lives together, I gave him everything. My time, my energy, my heart. I was his support system, his backbone, the silent force behind his success. I was there when he had nothing. I invested in his dreams, putting my inheritance into the company we built together—Emex Logistics. But I never craved the spotlight. I stayed in the shadows, allowing him to shine. After all, I was his wife, his partner. I trusted him. Until one night, my world shattered. It started with a phone call—one I wasn’t supposed to hear. Emeka was in the bathroom, and his phone, carelessly left on the bed, buzzed repeatedly. I glanced at the screen. “My Love ❤️” Curious, I picked it up. “Baby, when are you leaving that woman?” a sultry female voice cooed from the other end. My breath caught in my throat. Emeka stepped out of the bathroom, rubbing his hair with a towel. His eyes widened in shock when he saw me holding his phone. “Who is this?” My voice trembled. Silence. Then he exhaled and smirked—a cruel, heart-wrenching smirk. “It’s over, Amaka,” he said, his voice eerily calm. “I’ve found someone better. She’s rich, she can take care of me in ways you never could.” I staggered backward, my heart hammering in my chest. “After everything I’ve done for you?” “Exactly,” he said, slipping on his Rolex, a gift from me. “I don’t need your help anymore. I have someone who can give me more.” Tears burned my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “And what about our company?” He laughed, a sharp, mocking sound. “My company, you mean? You think I need you? You were just a housewife, Amaka. Stay in your lane.” I watched him walk out of our home, our dreams, our years together, as if they meant nothing. But what Emeka didn’t know—what he had never bothered to find out—was that I was the real boss of Emex Logistics. He had just abandoned the woman who owned everything.