I THOUGHT MY MARRIAGE WAS BUILT ON LOVE BUT I JUST FOUND OUT IT WAS A REVENGE PLAN – SHATTERED WOMAN SHARES

I used to believe my marriage was built with love, patience and all the soft things a woman prays for. I held on to that believe.

My name is Kemi, and I just discovered that the marriage I thought was my safe place was nothing but a revenge plot, carefully planned, patiently executed, and wickedly hidden behind smiles.

I met my husband, Tunde, five years ago. He was calm, charming, and attentive in a way that made me feel chosen. You know that feeling when someone looks at you like you’re the only one in the room? That was him. We dated for a year and married the next. I thought I had escaped the heartbreaks I suffered before him.

But two weeks ago, everything cracked. It started with a message he left open on his laptop. I wasn’t snooping, God knows I respected his privacy. But the notification popped up and the words jumped at me: “Have you told her the truth? Or you still want her to suffer more before you finish your plan.

I waited for him to come back from work. I asked him calmly. He denied it at first, then got defensive, then finally, he confessed.

Tunde said I ruined his life years ago.

According to him, I “embarrassed” him in 2016 when I publicly rejected his relationship proposal during our university days. I didn’t even remember it the way he described it, I only remembered saying I wasn’t ready. But to him, that moment became the seed of bitterness he watered for years.

He told me he decided that day that he would make me love him, marry him, and then break me slowly, “the way you broke me that day in front of my friends.”

Every word felt like someone poured cold water inside my bones. This man built an entire marriage around punishing me. Every sweet gesture was calculated. Every ‘I love you’ rehearsed. Every promise was a lie.

I asked him, “So the plan was to destroy me?”

He didn’t answer. And somehow, that silence hurt more than anything he confessed.

I’ve packed my things and left his house. I’m still shaking as I write this because I don’t know what hurts more that he didn’t love me or that I loved him enough for the both of us.

I thought my marriage was built on love. Turns out, it was built on revenge, and I’m still trying to understand how someone can share your bed but be fighting a war, you didn’t even know existed.