14/07/2025
My best friend slept with a married man… and I was the one that connected her to him.
Yes, I know how it sounds.
But before you carry cutlass, let me explain.
So there’s this married man that was disturbing me like Lagos traffic. Morning, afternoon, night—he no gree rest. Always calling, always texting, always “just passing by your office.”
He said he loved me. Said if I gave him a chance, he’d spoil me silly with money, gifts, trips… You know that kind of sugar daddy talk that comes with deep voice and overflowing bank account.
But I no send am.
I already had my own man. My fiancé. God-sent. We were even planning our wedding, so I didn't want anybody to come and put sand-sand inside my party jollof rice.
I no even know this man’s real name. He introduced himself as “The Don’s.”
And truly truly, the man na real Don.
You know that level of money that people dey use to do ritual? This one just dey spray am like water. No be say he get money—na money get am.
He tried everything. Gifts, lunch invites, phone upgrade, spa packages. I declined all. Not because I no like enjoyment—but I respected myself. I respected my man. And I respected my God.
Then one day, The Don’s showed up at my office for work-related matters. He was planning to build a factory, so he came to submit documents for land approval. As he entered, I remembered I had my wedding card inside my drawer, and out of courtesy, I handed him one.
The man looked at the card and paused.
Then he said, “Wow… Congratulations, Amy. Your husband is one of the luckiest men alive.”
I smiled. “Why do you say that?”
He looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Because you had the power to reject all my offers. Most women would’ve collected and still come to spend the weekend.”
Then he added, “If you had accepted even one of those gifts from the beginning, Amy… I would have slept with you.”
I just burst out laughing.
Oga was speaking as if that one na achievement.
I looked at him and said, “Even if I collected everything, I still wouldn’t have slept with you. You no reach.”
He gave me this smirk—the kind that annoys somebody’s destiny—and I could see it in his eyes that he felt defeated.
I should’ve left it there.
But my stubborn spirit decided to pepper him small.
I said, “In fact, I have a friend who will collect everything from you and still not open her legs. You people think gifts can buy everybody.”
That was how he raised one eyebrow and dropped bomb.
“Let’s play a game,” he said. “Introduce me to her. Tell her I love her and I just want to be friends.”
I said, “I no dey play games with my best friend oh.”
He replied, “Then warn her about me. Tell her I’m a player, I don’t mind.”
That’s how I called my best friend Ola.
“Ola baby,” I said, “One of my big customer dey disturb me. He say make I link am to you, but he’s a married man and a chronic player. Don’t fall my hand, I just want to teach him a lesson.”
Ola laughed, “Haba! You know me na. I go collect all the money and block am straight. No shaking!”
That was all I needed to hear. I sent her number to The Don’s.
He didn’t waste time.
He called her that same day. Gave his usual line, “Hi, I got your number from Amy. I really like you.”
Ola replied, “Sir, I don’t do married men.”
The Don’s: “No no no, don’t get it wrong. I just want to be your friend. No pressure.”
Ola: “Okay then, no wahala.”
Ola called me immediately and gave me update. I reminded her again, “No fall my hand oh.”
She said, “Never!”
That’s how they started talking.
He found out when her birthday was. On the D-day, he asked for her account number. She sent it… and the next thing she saw was an alert of ₦5 million.
Not five hundred thousand. ₦5 million straight.
Ola called me and started shouting, “Amyyyyyy! Jesus! Amyyyyy!”
I just laughed. “Calm down, it’s just small test money.”
She said, “Test kwa? Who dey test person with 5 million?”
Next day, at her office, gift items started flying in. Designer bags, Gucci gowns, perfumes, shoes. One fine flower bouquet with a note that read, “Happy birthday, Sunshine.”
That birthday became her coronation.
Even her office people started calling her “First Lady.”
Whispers everywhere: “This one no be ordinary man oh. Abeg hold am tight.”
Before we could say “pepper soup,” The Don’s bought her flight ticket to Lagos for a weekend getaway. Her first time flying.
She was sending me videos like village girl that just see plane for the first time.
He lodged her in one of the best hotels in Lagos.
He didn’t touch her.
He didn’t enter her room.
He stayed in another suite.
Ola called me: “Amy, this man is different!”
When she was coming back to Ibadan, The Don’s credited her another ₦5 million… and gifted her iPhone 15 Pro.
I started holding my chest.
Ola came back glowing like glass cup. One week later, a brand new car was delivered to her office.
No be small thing.
That was when Ola started thinking, “How can I repay this man?”
She said thank you a million times but felt it wasn’t enough.
So one day, The Don’s told her he was in town briefly. Ola begged him to wait, said she wanted to cook for him and appreciate him in person.
She booked the hotel with her own money.
Cooked his favorite meal.
Then she gave him everything.
Her body.
Her dignity.
Her loyalty.
But guess who told me?
Not Ola.
It was The Don’s.
Man came to my office, looked me in the face and said, “I don chop your friend. Na she even pay for the hotel wey I take knack am, I don block am already, I've already gotten what I what."
I felt cold.
Tears welled up in my eyes.
The same friend I trusted.
The same friend that swore she wouldn’t fall my hand.
I blamed myself.
I shouldn’t have played that stupid game.
I shouldn't have tested loyalty with a devil.
Because one thing I’ve now learned is…
Never play with the devil to prove a point. You will never win.
And worst part?
You might lose someone you love in the process.
As for my friend, don't ask me about her, because she never got the courage to call me again despite me reaching out to her countless times. Our relationship ended up becoming sour.
Moral of the story?
As a woman, the real power you have is the power to say NO.
The moment you say yes to something your spirit is not comfortable with, you’ve already started opening the door for the devil to step in.
If you know you won’t eat a food, don’t go near the kitchen.
Don’t smell it. Don’t touch the spoon. Don’t even admire the aroma.
Because temptation doesn't always come with horns, sometimes, it comes with money, flowers, designer bags, and ₦5 million alerts.
The power of a woman is in her contentment. Know your worth. If you’re not ready to handle the consequences, don’t entertain what you can’t cope with.
And finally…
Never play games with the devil to prove a point. You might win the argument, but lose something precious in the process.
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