The Hands I Trusted [EPISODE 7]

Three months.

Three whole months without hearing Tunde's voice.

At first, I counted every single day. I would wake up and check my phone before my eyes were fully open, half expecting a message that never came. Then one morning, I realized I had gone almost an entire afternoon without thinking about him.

It wasn't because I had stopped loving him.

It was because I had finally started choosing myself.

The first thing I did was block him.

His number.

His WhatsApp.

His Instagram.

Then his sister.

Then Bisi.

Not because I hated them.

Because I needed peace more than I needed answers.

That evening, I finally told my mum everything.

Not the edited version I'd been telling everyone else.

The truth.

The lies.

The cheating.

The shouting.

The bruise I had hidden beneath makeup.

The nights I cried myself to sleep because I kept believing he would change.

She didn't interrupt me.

She simply held my hands as tears rolled down my face.

When I finally stopped talking, she pulled me into a hug and whispered, "You're not the first woman to survive heartbreak, and you won't be the last. But you will survive this too."

Those words stayed with me.