Chapter 1: How It All Began
My name is Eve, and I was twenty-one years old when my life quietly changed in ways I never expected. This is not a story about perfect love, nor is it a story about innocence. It is a story about mistakes, emotions, and the painful lessons that come when the heart chooses to believe too easily.
It all started with a simple conversation on f*******:.
Jun and I began talking casually at first. Our conversations were light, effortless, and comforting. Day after day, we shared stories, exchanged laughter, and slowly built a connection that felt genuine. The more we talked, the more familiar he became to me, as though he had always been part of my life.
There was something about the way he treated me that made me feel important. He would become jealous whenever I spent time with other boys, teasing me like someone who cared more than he wanted to admit. Even though we never officially became a couple, the emotions between us were undeniable. We were somewhere between friendship and something deeper — in that dangerous space where feelings quietly grow without permission.
Before allowing myself to become attached, I asked him an important question.
“Do you have a girlfriend? Or a wife?”
I asked carefully, especially because he was Muslim, and I knew how important honesty was in matters like that. Without hesitation, he answered no.
So I believed him.
I told my cousin Lloyd and my friend Sandara about him. I shared how happy our conversations made me feel and how close we were becoming. But instead of excitement, their reactions were filled with concern.
They told me something that made my chest tighten.
Jun was married.
Not only that — he already had a child.
The moment I heard those words, my world seemed to pause. Confusion flooded my mind, followed quickly by pain. By then, I had already begun falling for him. I cared about him more than I wanted to admit. He gave me attention, affection, and warmth — the kind I had secretly longed for.
And suddenly, everything felt like a lie.