Royal my ex

My name is Dami. People always say before a man becomes a playboy… he was once a lover boy. I know that saying is true. Because once upon a time… I was that lover boy. Back then I was the SUG President of my university, and everyone on campus knew me. When you are that visible, people watch everything about your life. Especially your relationship. Her name was Maryjane. But funny enough, most people on campus didn’t even know that. Because everywhere we went, people didn’t say Maryjane. They said: “That’s Dami’s girl.” And honestly… I loved that. Because Maryjane and I were what people called a perfect couple. We rarely argued. We surprised each other with gifts. We studied together. We even planned our future. We talked about marriage. We even decided the number of kids we wanted. Four. We had already agreed. Everything about our relationship felt certain. Until one small thing started bothering me. There was this guy in her class. A guy with a car. And almost every day… he was the one dropping her off. At first, I tried to ignore it. But slowly it started eating me up inside. Because the truth was… I didn’t have a car. So one evening I finally told her how I felt. “Please stop entering his car,” I said. “Or at least reduce how close you are to him.” She laughed softly and said, “Dami relax… he’s just a friend.” Just a friend. Those three words sound harmless. But somehow… they never feel harmless. Still, I trusted her. So I tried to ignore the feeling. But around that same time, something else started happening. Maryjane had a best friend. And for some reason… that girl had a huge crush on me. At first it was small things. Flirty comments. Long eye contact. Then it became something else. One morning I woke up and saw messages from her. One-time view messages. When I opened them… they were pictures of her. Pictures she had no business sending me. I blocked her immediately. Because the last thing I wanted was for anything to ruin my relationship. And I didn’t even tell Maryjane about it. I thought staying quiet would protect our peace. But things didn’t stop there. One afternoon, her best friend showed up at my house uninvited. She said she was looking for Maryjane. I told her Maryjane wasn’t there. Then she said something strange. “I’m pressed… can I use your toilet?” I didn’t think much about it. So I allowed her. A few minutes later she came out. And what I saw made my blood boil. She had taken off her clothes again. Standing there… trying to seduce me. That was the first time I got truly angry. I shouted. I told her if she didn’t leave immediately, I would call Maryjane right there and tell her everything. She saw the anger in my face. And she left. After that day, I thought the problem was over. But I had no idea the real problem was still waiting for me. And it came at the worst moment possible. One afternoon I was sitting in a serious meeting. The Vice Chancellor, the Dean, and several board members were there. We were discussing university matters. Then suddenly my phone buzzed. One-time view messages. From an unknown number. Normally I would ignore messages like that during meetings. But something about it made me open it. And the moment I did… my world collapsed. Because the message was from her best friend. But the video inside it… was Maryjane. My Maryjane. And the guy with the car. They were at a house party. Playing truth or dare. And the video showed something I wish I had never seen. In that moment, my chest tightened. My heart started pounding so violently I thought it would explode. Then everything went black. I collapsed right there in the meeting. Everyone rushed toward me. The Vice Chancellor himself asked what happened. I couldn’t tell them the truth. So I lied. I said someone close to me had just died. But the truth was… something inside me had died. And the worst part? That wasn’t even the end. Because when Maryjane later discovered that her best friend had sent me the video… they fought. A huge fight. And in anger… her best friend leaked the video. To the entire school. Within hours it was everywhere. Group chats. Hostels. Campus blogs. But because most people didn’t know her real name… they didn’t say Maryjane. They said something else. Something that haunted me for months. They called it: “Dami’s girl video.” My name was everywhere. People whispered when I passed. Some laughed. Some stared. Some pretended not to know. But I could feel it. Everywhere. For months… I couldn’t escape it. And that was the moment my life changed. Because the truth is… the day that video spread across campus… I stopped being a lover boy. And that was the day… a playboy was born.

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