Episode 11 – Revenge on My Ex
The moment that picture flashed on his phone, my entire body went numb.
A girl.
In a dim room.
On a bed.
Wearing his shirt the same shirt he told me he “forgot at his friend’s place.”
She wasn’t even posing shyly.
She was smiling confidently, biting her lip…
Like she was sending it to a man she owned.
For a moment, I couldn’t even hear my heartbeat.
I felt Emmy’s hand slide over the phone before I could grab it.
He snatched it so quickly you’d think it was fire.
Then he turned to me.
His face changed.
Not scared.
Not sorry.
Annoyed.
I swear, he looked annoyed that I had seen it.
“Why are you checking my phone again?” he snapped.
I blinked.
What?
Checking his phone? I hadn’t even touched it.
“I didn’t it lit up, Emmy… I just saw it,” I whispered.
He scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“Always reacting. Always assuming the worst.”
My mouth dropped slightly.
Was he… gaslighting me?
“Emmy, she’s wearing your shirt”
“AND SO?” he barked.
“It’s just a picture!”
Just a picture.
JUST. A. PICTURE.
My hands trembled.
My chest tightened painfully.
And then he walked closer, slowly…
Not with fear of losing me,
but with confidence of someone who knew he had complete control.
He tilted my chin up with one finger.
“Baby… don’t embarrass yourself.”
That line…
That one line…
Went straight into my soul and shattered something.
But then
Like a fool, like a girl who didn’t know better
I broke down crying in front of him.
And he pulled me into his arms again.
I hated how safe I felt there.
I hated how my body relaxed against him even while my heart was bleeding.
I hated how I was shaking and he was the one holding me still.
And worse?
I hated how part of me believed him.
Because Emmy knew my weakness.
He knew crying made me soft.
He knew his touch erased my anger.
He knew calling me “baby girl” in that voice destroyed my logic instantly.
He whispered:
“She’s just a girl disturbing me. I don’t care about her. I only care about you.”
Stupid me.
Stupid, stupid me.
I nodded.
I let him kiss me.
I let him wipe my tears.
I let him lead me back to bed like nothing happened.
He held me tight, so tight I could barely breathe.
His hand wrapped around my waist…
His lips pressed to my neck…
His heartbeat steady against my back.
And I convinced myself
again
that maybe he was telling the truth.
Maybe I was overthinking.
Maybe I was too emotional.
Maybe I should trust him more.
Maybe he really loved me.
And for a moment…
just a moment…
I let myself believe it.
Until something happened that made my blood run cold.
Because at 2:17 AM…
While he slept peacefully behind me…
His phone vibrated again.
I tried to ignore it.
I swear I tried.
But the message preview that appeared on the locked screen?
“I miss how you held me. When are you coming back?”
And the name attached to it…
Wasn’t the girl from earlier.
It was someone else.
Another girl.
And this one?
She called him…
“Daddy.”
My breath caught.
And then
right at that exact moment
Emmy’s arm tightened around my waist…
and he whispered something in his sleep…
Something that wasn’t my name.
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Episode 12 – Revenge on My Ex
I didn’t sleep till morning.
How could I?
Another girl messaging him…
Calling him Daddy…
And him whispering another woman’s name while holding me?
But despite everything, I just lay there, frozen in his arms, trying not to cry hard enough to wake him.
And the most painful part?
A stupid part of me kept hoping he’d turn around and hold me tighter…
Call me baby…
Make me feel chosen.
Instead, he slept like a man at peace.
I was the only one drowning.
When the sun finally rose, I quietly wiped my tears before he woke up.
I didn’t want him to see I had been crying all night.
I didn’t want to “cause drama” again.
Around 8am, he stretched, yawned, and kissed my shoulder like nothing had happened.
“Morning, baby girl,” he murmured.
And my heart foolish, broken, weak melted again.
I turned to him and forced a smile.
“Good morning, Emmy.”
He brushed my hair with his fingers and sighed softly.
“You’re still upset about last night?” he asked.
I froze.
This was the moment I wanted to confront him… to scream… to show him those messages.
But instead…
The words that came out of my mouth made me hate myself even more.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
He frowned like he didn’t hear me well.
“For what?”
I swallowed hard.
“For… for acting jealous. For looking at your phone. I shouldn’t have. I overreacted.”
The pain of saying those words burned my chest.
I wasn’t the one cheating.
I wasn’t the one lying.
I wasn’t the one receiving pictures from girls in his shirts.
But somehow… I was the one apologizing.
He smiled slowly, smugly like he knew he had won.
“Come here,” he said softly.
I moved closer, and he kissed my forehead gently.
“That’s my girl. You know I don’t like it when you act insecure.”
Insecure.
That was the word he always used when he wanted to make me feel guilty.
I nodded again, even though a part of me screamed inside.
After a moment of silence, he stretched and sat up.
“Baby,” he said, rubbing his palms together,
“there are these clothes I saw online last night. I want to order them.”
I blinked slowly.
Clothes?
After everything from last night?
“Oh… okay,” I muttered.
He looked at me with that charming, controlling smile.
“You’ll send me the money, right? You know I’m saving for something.”
Saving for what?
He never said.
He never explained.
But I loved him too much to question him.
“Sure,” I whispered.
“Good girl,” he said, kissing my cheek.
My chest tightened painfully.
Good girl.
That stupid praise that always weakened me.
He stood up, got dressed, humming like a man with zero worries.
Meanwhile, my heart was bleeding so loudly I could barely breathe.
As he grabbed his phone, I peeked at him…
Wondering if he would at least thank me.
Or hug me.
Or show any sign of remorse.
Instead, he smirked at his reflection and said:
“Don’t forget, baby. I need the money before afternoon.”
Then he walked out of the room.
No apology.
No explanation.
Nothing.
I stared at the door long after it closed.
And then
as I sat up, hugging my pillow, shaking…
His phone buzzed again on the dresser.
A message popped up.
From another girl.
But this one was different.
Because the message read:
“Tell your girlfriend to stop calling me. I’m not the one who started this.”
My blood ran cold.
What girlfriend…?
What calls…?
What did she mean…?
And then my phone rang.
It was an unknown number.
A female voice.
And the first thing she said was:
“Are you Lilian? We need to talk… about Emmy.”
Stories by Studentsdash
Episode 13 – Revenge on My Ex
The moment I saw that strange message saying,
“Are you Lilian? We need to talk…about Emmy”
my whole body went cold.
But when I tried calling the number, it didn’t connect.
Switched off.
Unreachable.
I checked WhatsApp.
No profile picture.
No last seen.
No status.
Nothing.
It wasn’t even on WhatsApp.
Maybe… maybe it was a mistake.
Maybe someone sent it to the wrong number.
Maybe it wasn’t about my Emmy.
That’s what I told myself.
What I forced myself to believe.
Because loving Emmy meant ignoring anything that hurt.
So I wiped my tears…
and sent him the ₦400,000 he asked for.
Five minutes later, my phone rang.
His voice warm, calm… like nothing was wrong.
“Baby,” he said, “please add ₦300k. I saw some other things I want.”
Seven hundred thousand naira… for clothes?
But I didn’t even complain.
I didn’t ask questions.
I just said:
“Okay, Emmy… I’ll send it.”
And I did.
Because sometimes love makes you stupid.
And my stupidity was in love with him.
Later that evening, the door opened…
and Emmy walked in with a girl.
A girl who looked dangerously similar to the one from the photo on his phone.
Same hair.
Same face shape.
Same boldness.
My heart almost dropped.
But instead of thinking the obvious,
I told myself:
Emmy can never bring a side chick home.
Never.
Not my Emmy.
So I forced a smile and went to the kitchen to prepare food for them.
I cooked.
I served them.
I watched them laugh together while I stood there like a maid.
And when night came, Emmy approached me with that soft voice that always destroys my brain.
“Baby girl,” he said, “that’s my cousin.”
My heart actually relaxed.
But then I remembered…
“Emmy… you told me you don’t have younger cousins.”
He didn’t even blink.
“Oh… I didn’t know about her before. We just met recently.”
Just met recently?
Yet they looked so close, so comfortable, like old lovers.
But I pushed the thought away.
Because stupid girls in love don’t think straight.
Then he dropped the real bomb.
“She’ll sleep over. Let her take the room tonight. You can sleep in the parlor, okay?”
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to ask WHY.
I wanted to say NO.
But then he touched my face…
called me that name that always melted me…
“My sweet baby…”
And I broke again.
I smiled.
I nodded.
I agreed.
That night, I lay on the cold sofa, hugging myself, unable to sleep.
And then I heard it.
From the bedroom.
Soft sounds.
Movements.
Whispers.
A rhythm that wasn’t a movie…
wasn’t a conversation…
wasn’t family.
My chest tightened until it hurt to breathe.
But I told myself:
No… they’re probably watching something.
Nothing is happening.
Emmy won’t do that.
And I silently cried myself to sleep.
Morning came like punishment.
Emmy walked up to me, stretched, and smiled.
“Baby… please go stay in a hotel for one week. My cousin wants to spend time with me. Family stuff.”
Family.
That word stabbed me again.
I opened my mouth to protest, but he pulled me close
kissed my lips slowly…
kissed my neck…
touched me in ways that always erased my brain.
My knees went weak.
All the anger disappeared.
All the questions died.
All I wanted was his touch, his voice, his love.
Then he whispered:
“And baby… I need about ₦2 million. I want to take her shopping and do some other things.”
My heart dropped.
Shopping?
For who?
Her?
I wanted to say No.
I wanted to ask Why.
But then he looked into my eyes…
bit his lip…
kissed me again…
and all I heard myself saying was:
“Yes, Emmy… I’ll send it.”
I even added extra.
Because my love for him blinded everything else.
Even the truth.
Even myself.
And as I packed my things to leave the house for his “cousin,”
I saw something…
Something that made my heart slam inside my chest.
It was on the floor.
Half-hidden under the bed.
A bracelet.
An engraved bracelet.
With the girl’s name on it…
And a small heart next to…
“E.”
My Emmy.
My breath caught.
And in that moment
right before I touched the bracelet
the girl walked back into the room…
And what she said to me…
FROZE. MY. BLOOD.
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Episode 14 – Revenge on My Ex
The morning I was packing my things for the hotel,
the girl Emmy’s “cousin” walked into the room.
But this time, she wasn’t acting suspicious.
She wasn’t whispering.
She wasn’t doing anything strange.
She actually smiled at me.
Warmly.
Softly.
Like someone who genuinely liked me.
“Thank you for the food yesterday,” she said.
“You’re such a sweetheart.”
Her voice was calm, polite… even gentle.
For a moment, my heart relaxed.
Maybe I really overthink things too much.
Maybe she truly is his cousin.
Maybe all those sounds last night were just me imagining nonsense because my heart was already scared.
Sometimes love makes your mind create problems that don’t exist.
She helped me zip my bag.
She told me she liked my hairstyle.
She even said:
“I can tell Emmy cares about you. He talked about how supportive you are.”
My chest warmed.
Hearing that from someone close to him… it felt like healing.
Maybe Emmy wasn’t treating me badly.
Maybe I was just being insecure.
Maybe this week apart would help him miss me.
Maybe we’d finally be okay.
I smiled.
For the first time in days, I felt… hopeful.
When Emmy came in, he saw us talking and smiled faintly that rare soft smile he only gives me when he’s in a good mood.
“Baby,” he said, pulling me close by the waist,
“you’re getting along with her, right?”
My heart melted instantly.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“She’s really nice.”
He kissed my forehead gently, lovingly and everything inside me softened again.
Maybe love isn’t supposed to be perfect.
Maybe I just need to trust more.
Believe more.
Give him space.
“Go to the hotel,” he said, stroking my cheek.
“I’ll call you every night.”
Those words alone made me stupidly happy.
He was finally acting like my Emmy again.
He helped me put my bag in a ride.
He kissed me one more time… deep enough to erase every doubt I had left.
“Baby,” he whispered,
“I love you.”
My stomach fluttered.
I believed him.
I always do.
Because stupid girls in love don’t need proof just sweet words.
I nodded like a fool.
“I love you too.”
I entered the car smiling, feeling lucky again…
feeling chosen…
feeling like maybe everything was finally falling into place.
But just as the car started moving,
my phone buzzed with a message.
From Emmy.
I smiled and opened it immediately.
The message was short.
Cold.
And it punched the air out of my lungs.
“Make sure you don’t come back until I say so.”
My smile dropped.
My throat tightened.
Why would he say that?
Why that tone?
What changed so suddenly?
But instead of questioning him…
instead of getting angry…
instead of thinking…
I typed the only stupid thing my love-blinded heart could type:
“Okay baby. I won’t.”
💔
And just before I locked my phone,
I saw something.
A notification.
A mirror selfie.
Sent from Emmy’s phone…
But not to me.
And the person in the picture…
was the girl he called “cousin.”
TO BE CONTINUED… 💔🔥🔥🔥
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Episode 15 – Revenge on My Ex
The mirror selfie stung me a little…
But then I told myself something stupid girls in love always say:
“Well… his cousin is actually cute. Maybe that’s why they’re close.”
And just like that, I swallowed the pain and forced my heart to relax.
I decided not to think too much.
It wasn’t worth another heartbreak.
By the time I reached the hotel, I was tired emotionally drained.
But at the reception desk, I heard someone squeal:
“Lilian??”
I turned.
Treasure.
My course mate.
But I call her Nma.
She looked breathtaking.
Glow everywhere.
Skin popping.
Smile pure.
Her confidence was something money couldn’t buy.
“Nmaaaa!” I screamed and hugged her tightly.
She laughed and said, “Ahh see fine girl! I just came back from abroad last week. I lodged here, but I’m about to check out.”
We talked a bit, catching up on school gossip, guys, life, everything.
Standing beside her… I felt a strange warmth.
A peace I hadn’t felt in months.
A reminder of who I used to be before love made me stupid.
After she left, I booked my room and went inside.
The silence felt like heaven.
No tension.
No shouting.
No fear of making mistakes.
No cousin.
No Emmy.
Just me.
I spent my whole afternoon reading, playing music, watching movies, laughing alone like a child.
For the first time in a long time…
I breathed.
Later, I ordered food and drinks enough to get me tipsy but not drunk.
A little pampering I owed myself.
I danced around the room with my bottle in hand, enjoying what felt like freedom.
But just around 7pm, the hotel lights began to flicker.
Then
POP.
Everything went off.
A staff knocked on my door urgently:
“Ma, please step out. We need to fix something on the roof. It’s affecting your floor.”
I sighed, grabbed my purse, and stepped out of the room.
As I stood in the hallway waiting…
The door next to mine opened.
And the person who walked out…
Made my heart skip.
Emmanuel.
My friend.
My calm energy.
My comfort person.
The one I had been talking to ever since he traveled abroad.
“Lilian??” he said, eyes widening.
I froze.
Then laughed.
Then launched myself into his arms.
The smell of his cologne hit me like a soft punch.
Clean. Warm. Masculine.
The kind of scent that makes your stomach flip.
He looked even better than the last time I saw him.
Taller.
Broader.
Gentler.
“Look at you…” he said softly, scanning my face. “You look tired. Let me take you out while they fix this light.”
I didn’t hesitate.
Not even for one second.
We went out.
We talked.
We laughed.
We ate.
I felt alive again
felt seen
felt valued.
When the bill came, I tried to reach for my purse.
He stopped me.
“No,” he said calmly.
“You’re with me. I’ll handle everything.”
Nobody had ever said that to me like that.
Not even Emmy.
I felt like a queen.
Like someone who deserved love without begging for it.
By the time we stepped outside, night air brushing against our skin, I hadn’t felt that happy in a long, long time.
As we walked back toward the hotel entrance…
Something happened.
Something that made both of us stop walking.
Something I never expected to see.
Something… or someone.
And my heart started beating fast.
TO BE CONTINUED… 💔🔥🔥🔥
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Episode 16 – Revenge on My Ex
As Emmanuel and I walked back toward the hotel, the thing I saw made my heart jump
But I swallowed it.
I told myself I’d think about it later.
Right now…
I just wanted to enjoy the moment.
The moment with him.
His presence felt different.
Soft. Safe. Familiar.
The kind of comfort you don’t realize you’ve been starving for.
And even though I didn’t say it out loud…
a small part of me wanted him to say something.
Something more than friendship.
Something my heart wasn’t supposed to want.
But he didn’t.
He just kept smiling at me in that gentle way that makes your knees feel weak.
We reached the reception, and the hotel staff told us:
“Ma, your room has been fixed.
But sir, the fault in your room is still being worked on.”
Emmanuel sighed politely.
I stood there silently… thinking.
Should I invite him?
Should I keep quiet?
Would it be weird?
Would it look like something else?
My heart was doing gymnastics.
But Emmanuel…
He just looked at me with those calm eyes that made me feel understood without talking.
And like the stupid girl I always am…
I said it.
“If… you don’t mind, Emmanuel… you can stay in my room tonight. I mean until they fix yours.”
He didn’t blink.
Didn’t hesitate.
Didn’t act surprised.
He just smiled… slowly.
“Are you sure?” he asked softly.
I nodded.
He accepted.
And just like that…
we walked into my room together.
I felt something warm inside me
something I hadn’t felt around a man in so long.
Safety.
We sat on the bed talking for hours.
About life.
About school.
About abroad.
About dreams.
About everything and nothing.
And then, casually, he said:
“Why don’t we leave here tomorrow?
Let’s go to my house instead.
The cleaners should be done by morning.”
I blinked.
“Your house?”
He chuckled.
“Yes now. I paid for it as soon as I came back.”
I just stared at him.
A man that returned from abroad…
paid for his own house…
talked calmly…
treated me gently…
paid for everything without asking…
My heart whispered:
This is what a real man looks like.
But my stupid heart added:
But he’s not Emmy…
Still… I felt happy.
Too happy.
I asked him, “Are you sure you’ll be comfortable here?
Is the AC not too much?”
He shook his head.
“I’m fine, Lilian. Don’t worry. I’m comfortable.”
The way he said comfortable made my stomach flip for reasons I can’t explain.
Later that night, when the lights were off and we both prepared to sleep…
I felt something.
A pull.
A desire.
A stupid temptation.
Maybe it was his scent that warm masculine smell I had missed for months.
Maybe it was the way he lay beside me, quietly, respectfully, without touching me.
Maybe it was the loneliness I had carried for too long.
But I felt my body shift slightly toward him.
Just a little.
Just close enough to feel the heat of his skin near mine.
My heart started beating faster.
And as I slowly turned my face toward him…
I saw something in his eyes.
Something I wasn’t prepared for.
Something that made me freeze.
TO BE CONTINUED… 💔🔥🔥🔥
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Episode 17 – Revenge on My Ex
For a moment…
Just a moment…
I expected something.
A hand around my waist.
A soft pull.
A whisper like,
“Come closer, let me hold you.”
But Emmanuel simply said:
“Good night, Lilian.”
And turned his back.
My chest tightened.
I lay there staring at the ceiling, thinking:
“Why didn’t he hold me?”
“Does he not like me?”
“Is he avoiding me?”
“Am I not attractive enough?”
“What exactly does Emmanuel think of me?”
Thoughts were dragging me left and right.
Why hasn’t he asked if I’m single?
Why hasn’t he asked about Emmy?
Why hasn’t he asked ANYTHING?
I even wondered…
If Emmanuel asked me out… would I leave Emmy?
Yes.
No.
I don’t know.
Maybe.
My head was spinning with questions I didn’t even have answers to.
Before I knew it, I drifted off to sleep.
Morning came with a shock.
When I opened my eyes…
Emmanuel was on the floor.
Doing pushups.
Slow, steady, controlled…
muscles stretching, veins showing, sweat glistening on his back.
Then he switched to planks, then crunches, then burpees.
My mouth went dry.
His body was insane.
Not the type you see every day.
The type that makes you lose common sense.
I sat there staring like a fool in love.
“Good morning,” he finally said, wiping his face.
I almost fainted.
We went downstairs for breakfast.
He paid, as usual.
No argument.
No hesitation.
“Let’s go out after,” he suggested.
I wanted to say yes, but I remembered we had to check out.
“Maybe later today…” I said with a shy smile.
He nodded.
Then something happened that ruined my mood.
I was getting ready for checkout.
Changing into my clothes.
And without thinking too much…
I undressed right there.
Just bra and panties.
But Emmanuel immediately turned his face to the wall.
Didn’t look at me.
Didn’t steal a glance.
Didn’t act like a man.
My heart dropped.
“Does he hate my body?”
“Is he disgusted by me?”
“Does Emmanuel not see me as a woman?”
“Why is everyone I love always rejecting me?”
My thoughts started stabbing me one by one.
I dressed up quietly.
We checked out.
Entered his car.
Drove to his house.
But when we got there…
My mouth hung open.
A mansion.
Not a house.
A mansion.
Tall gates.
White walls.
Perfect landscaping.
Glass windows shining like diamonds.
I stood there shocked.
“Emmanuel… since when did you get a house like this?”
“Since I came back,” he replied simply.
“Let me show you around.”
He showed me the rooms, the sitting room, the kitchen… everything looked like money, class, peace.
Then he opened one door and said:
“This is your room.”
I turned to look at him.
My room?
I wanted to follow him to the kitchen to help, but he stopped me.
“No, don’t worry. Sit. Rest. Someone is coming.”
“Someone?” I repeated.
“Yes,” he said casually.
“My fiancée is stopping by.”
My world froze.
Fiancée.
Fiancée.
Fiancée.
The word echoed in my skull.
“Is THAT why he didn’t touch me?”
“Is THAT why he didn’t hold me?”
“Is THAT why he turned away when I undressed?”
Everything suddenly made sense…
and didn’t make sense…
all at once.
I opened my mouth to ask him to explain
Then the doorbell rang.
DING DONG.
Emmanuel walked to the door.
Opened it.
And the person who walked in…
Made my blood run cold.
It was her.
The girl I left my own house for.
The girl Emmy said was his cousin.
The girl he slept with while I slept in the parlor.
Standing there…
Smiling.
Perfect.
Comfortable.
At home.
Emmanuel’s fiancée.
My so-called “cousin.”
I gripped the arm of the chair.
My heart was pounding like it wanted to escape my body.
What was she doing here?
How did she know Emmanuel?
Had Emmy been lying about EVERYTHING?
And then
She turned.
Looked straight into my eyes.
Smiled.
“Lilian… right? How are you.”
My mouth parted.
But no words came out.
TO BE CONTINUED… 💔🔥
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Episode 18 – Revenge on My Ex
For a long minute…
I sat alone in the parlor.
Quiet.
Confused.
Breathing in slow, painful circles.
If she was Emmanuel’s fiancée…
Then Emmy truly had a cousin.
A real cousin.
I felt a strange relief wash through me.
So Emmy didn’t lie.
So he wasn’t cheating.
So he wasn’t doing anything wrong.
My chest softened.
My love for him grew even bigger like a tree watered overnight.
He would never cheat on me.
Never.
Not my Emmy.
I believed that with my foolish whole heart.
Then I left to my room.
Hours passed.
I woke up, walked to Emmanuel’s room to ask if we were still going out in the evening…
But he was gone.
Everywhere was silent.
I checked the compound.
The air was cold, empty, lonely.
The gate man told me:
“Madam, oga Emmanuel don comot since morning with him madam.”
My heart sank a little.
So he left without saying anything?
Or maybe he didn’t want to disturb me.
Yes… that must be it.
I convinced myself again.
Because I was already used to lying to my own feelings.
I went back inside and put on a movie.
A tech movie I loved especially the character called “Lazy TechBro,” a computer genius who built professional apps and released them for free.
His confidence, his brilliance…
I loved that type of story.
I was smiling at the screen when I suddenly heard a car horn outside.
I peeped.
It was Emmanuel’s car.
He and his fiancée stepped out.
My smile faded.
Emmanuel walked in with his usual calmness.
“Sorry we didn’t tell you. We checked on you but you were sleeping,” he said.
“So we went out. But don’t worry… we’ll go next time.”
Next time.
Small words that somehow hurt me.
I forced a smile.
“Okay.”
But inside…
I wondered why he didn’t wake me.
Why he didn’t text.
Why he didn’t even drop a note.
Why his fiancée walked beside him like she owned the world.
I swallowed everything.
As usual.
Since Emmanuel’s fiancée was around, my mind drifted back to Emmy.
To the house I left.
To the bed I used to sleep on.
To the man I loved stupidly.
I picked up my phone and called him.
He didn’t pick.
Called again.
Nothing.
I kept calling until he finally answered with an irritated voice:
“What is it?”
My heart shook.
“Emmy… I want to come back home,” I said softly.
“Did I tell you to come back?” he snapped.
“You know you’re staying for the weekend. My cousin is still here.”
Cousin.
That word again.
I ended the call and held my breath.
Which cousin??
The one in this house?
Or another cousin?
But then…
I told myself:
“Maybe Emmy really has many cousins. Not all cousins are wicked.”
“Maybe I’m overthinking.”
“Emmy loves me.”
And just like that… I forgave him in my head again.
I started remembering our moments
How he held my waist…
How he kissed my neck…
How he drove me around town…
How he made me feel like the only girl in his world…
Even though I always paid for everything…
The moments were still mine.
My chest warmed.
I was smiling like a fool.
When boredom started choking me, I wanted to go to Emmanuel’s room to talk…
But the sound I heard from his room told me one thing:
NO DISTURBANCE.
I froze.
My heart dropped again.
I grabbed my phone and stepped outside to stroll.
Fresh air.
Silence.
Calm streets.
Until I saw someone familiar across the road.
Ella.
Or as our physics lecturer always shouted during attendance
“DAWN!”
Yes.
That Dawn.
The campus party queen.
Clubs, events, music her name was everywhere.
“Ella!” I called out.
She turned.
Her face lit up instantly.
“Ahh Liliannn! See as you don fresh!” she laughed, running to hug me.
We stood there talking, catching up, laughing like old friends.
It felt good to breathe around someone again.
She told me she was supposed to meet someone but the person wasn’t picking up and she was stranded.
I told her I could keep her company since I was bored too.
We talked.
Chatted.
Gisted about school, boys, lecturers, drama, life.
But just as she was about to tell me something
She paused.
Looked behind me.
Her eyes widened.
Her jaw dropped slightly.
“Lilian…” she whispered.
“Wait… is that not…?”
I turned slowly.
And what I saw
Made my entire body go cold.
TO BE CONTINUED… 💔🔥
Stories by Studentsdash
Episode 19 – Revenge on My Ex
Ella’s eyes were still wide when I turned around.
And standing there…
Walking casually down the street like she owned the whole area…
Was Nma.
My Nma.
My course mate.
The girl I met at the hotel.
The girl who gave me peace for the first time in months.
“Nmaaa!” I shouted.
She looked up, blinked, then screamed,
“Liliannn?? What are you doing here?!”
Three of us hugged like long-lost sisters.
It felt warm.
Safe.
Unplanned happiness.
We talked and laughed, and Nma being her usual soft-hearted self said:
“You girls should follow me to my house.”
House?
Ella and I exchanged a look.
“House keh?” Ella asked.
“You dey stay for your own house??”
Nma smiled shyly.
“Something like that. Just come.”
We followed her.
And when we reached?
My breath left my body.
It wasn’t a house.
It was a home.
Beautiful. Neat. Cozy. Feminine.
A place that smelled like peace and scented candles.
Ella screamed dramatically,
“Babe! You dey live like soft life princess!”
We all laughed.
Then Nma looked at Ella and said gently:
“If you’re stranded… stay here with me till you’re okay.”
Ella blinked fast.
“You serious?”
“Of course. My place is your place.”
Something about the moment made my chest warm.
Girls supporting girls.
No stress.
No jealousy.
No chaos.
For once…
Life didn’t feel heavy.
But deep inside me…
A small fear was crawling.
Why did things suddenly feel too calm?
Why did this weekend feel too quiet?
Too easy?
Peace always scared me…
Because it never lasted.
The weekend flew by.
We cooked.
We slept.
Watched movies.
Talked about school.
Talked about life.
Gisted about men and heartbreaks.
But the whole time…
My heart kept drifting back to Emmy.
Was he thinking of me?
Was he angry I didn’t call?
Would he shout when I returned?
Would he ignore me?
Questions.
Questions.
Questions.
Until it was finally time to go home.
I hugged Ella and Nma.
Promised to visit again.
And left.
When I reached the house…
My heart stopped.
Emmy was on the floor.
Just lying there.
Not moving.
My chest tightened instantly.
Did something happen?
Was he sick?
Was he hurt?
Or was he pretending?
Would he yell at me for returning unannounced?
Would he say I disobeyed him?
Would he accuse me of something?
So many thoughts stabbed me at once.
But the moment he looked up and saw me
He jumped to his feet.
Rushed to me.
Held me so tight I could barely breathe.
My heart melted.
“Emmy?” I whispered.
“What… what happened?”
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he hugged me tighter.
My mind was racing.
What’s happening?
Why is he acting like this?
Is this really my Emmy?
Did something open his eyes?
Did he miss me?
Did he realize my value?
Why is he suddenly soft?
Did someone talk to him?
Too many thoughts.
Too much emotion.
Too much confusion.
I opened my mouth to talk
But Emmy placed a finger on my lips.
Then he kissed me.
A long, slow, deep kiss.
The type that steals your breath.
The type that makes you forget pain.
The type you feel in your knees.
My heart almost shattered from softness.
By the time he pulled away, I was floating.
He whispered:
“Sit. Relax. Let me handle things.”
He walked into the kitchen.
Opened cupboards.
Moved pots.
Started cooking.
Cooking.
My Emmy.
I sat there with my heart thumping loudly.
Something was wrong.
Or something was changing.
Or something was coming.
I didn’t know which.
All I knew was that Emmy hadn’t cooked for me in months.
Why today?
Why now?
What happened?
A few minutes later…
He walked out of the kitchen.
Wiping his hands.
Looking completely different.
Almost serious.
Almost emotional.
He opened his bedroom door.
Looked straight at me.
And said softly:
“Come.”
My chest tightened so hard I could barely breathe.
TO BE CONTINUED… 💔🔥
Episode 20 – Revenge on My Ex
My legs felt weak as I stood there, staring at Emmy.
The way he said “Come.”
Soft. Calm.
Too calm.
My Emmy was never calm.
I swallowed hard and followed him, fear and hope fighting inside my chest.
The room looked… different.
Clean. Arranged. Fresh bedsheets.
Candles small ones lit at the edges of the table.
My heart started beating faster.
What is happening? Why is he forming romantic? Is he trying to apologize? Or is this one of those moments before a heartbreak lands?
I stood by the door, nervous.
He didn’t say anything at first.
He just looked at me.
Really looked at me.
Like he was searching my soul.
I felt small… shy… stupid… but also hopeful.
Because for once, he looked like the Emmy I fell for.
Or maybe I was just seeing what I wanted to see.
My thoughts started racing again:
Is he about to ask me something? Is he angry I came back without telling him? Is he trying to butter me before shouting later? Or… did he finally decide to love me back? Is he seeing someone else? Did he find out about the hotel?
Emotions were dragging me left and right.
He stepped closer.
My heart almost escaped my chest.
He raised his hand gently…
And brushed his fingers against my cheek.
I froze.
Soft Emmy? Caring Emmy? Is this real or am I dreaming?
Then he said something that made my stomach twist:
“I have missed you.”
His voice cracked a little.
My brain went silent.
My mouth went dry.
This was not the Emmy that that I know.
Not the Emmy that ignores me.
Not the Emmy that gets angry over everything.
This one looked scared.
Worried.
Possessive.
And somehow… that made me feel special.
Stupid… but special.
“Emmy I I just stayed with Nma till weekend,” I stammered.
“I left the hotel”
“I didn’t want to disturb you.”
He shook his head slowly, eyes still locked on mine.
“And you didn’t even call.”
My chest tightened painfully.
Was he… hurt?
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
Guilt washed over me even though I knew I did nothing wrong.
This is how Emmy worked.
He would hurt me…
then act soft…
then I would end up apologizing for breathing.
“Come here,” he said, taking my hand.
I followed like a lost child.
He sat on the bed and gently pulled me down beside him.
My heart was doing gymnastics.
He looked at me again… this time with a strange intensity.
Like he wanted to tell me something deep.
Something important.
Something life-changing.
My breath held itself.
This was it. This was finally it. All the confusion… All the fear… All the doubts…
Maybe he was finally ready to open up.
Maybe he was finally ready to choose me.
He opened his mouth.
“My baby girl…” he began.
My heart flipped.
He never used that name for me except when he needed something.
Was he about to confess? Apologize? Explain why he’s been acting strange?
“My love, there’s something I need to”
Before he could finish…
His phone rang.
Loud. Sharp. Urgent.
He stiffened instantly.
His eyes widened.
His whole expression changed in one second.
Fear.
Real fear.
He grabbed the phone.
Looked at the screen.
And his face shifted…
Into a look I had never seen before.
Not anger. Not guilt. Not love.
Something darker.
I leaned closer, confused.
“Emmy… who is calling you?”
He stood up so fast the bed shook.
He didn’t answer me.
He didn’t look at me.
He just walked a few steps away…
Staring at the ringing phone in his hand…
As if picking that call could destroy everything.
Or expose something.
Or someone.
“Emmy,” I whispered again, terrified.
“Who is that?”
The phone kept ringing.
And ringing.
And ringing.
Until…
He finally answered.
“Hello…?”
His voice dropped.
Deep.
Cold.
Nothing like the Emmy who kissed me minutes ago.
I couldn’t hear the person on the other side…
But whatever they said…
Made Emmy turn slowly…
Very slowly…
To look at me.
His face pale.
Eyes wide.
Breathing heavy.
“Lili…”
His voice cracked.
“We need to talk.”
My heart stopped.
TO BE CONTINUED… 💔🔥