My name is Eva Dennis, I'm 19
Waking up everyday makes me feel like life is trying to teach me some lessons, or I'm paying up for my sins.
Just recently, My girlfriend broke up with me. Yeah, girlfriend. I know what you're thinking right now, well, I might say I'm Bi
I really loved this girl and was willing to do literally anything for her.
It all started when her ex showed up...
Well, let me take you back to the beginning.....
My name is Eva Dennis, and this is the part of the story where I blame a man for everything wrong with my life.
Yes, Francis, if you're reading this—congratulations, you made me the villain in my own love story.
It all began when I was 17. Back then, I thought love was about holding hands, smiling at stupid jokes, and sending "Have you eaten?" texts every 2 hours. Francis was tall, fine, and had that stupid kind of smile that makes you forget your surname. I was gone. Totally gone.
We weren't even official for long, maybe six months. Six months! But in those six months, I convinced myself that this boy was my future husband. I already pictured the aso-ebi at our wedding, the color of our curtains, even the name of our first child—don't laugh. (Okay, fine, laugh a little).
Then, one day, just like Nollywood magic, he disappeared.
Poof. Gone.
No fight, no explanation, no goodbye kiss. Just "last seen 2 weeks ago" on WhatsApp and never came back.
I sent a million texts:
•"Hey, are you okay?"
•"Did I do something wrong?"
•"Francis, if you don't reply, I will call your mother."
Guess what? No reply
(Dara's Commentary)
Listen, I tried to tell Eva to chill. But no, she went full rage mode At some point, I started thinking she was possessed by heartbreak demons.
Anyway, weeks passed. Slowly, I realized: Francis wasn't missing. He wasn't kidnapped. He just… ghosted me.
Me! Eva! The fine girl with brains, body, and vibes.
Do you know how painful it is to realize you've been dumped by silence? It's like buying suya and realizing the meat is pure onions inside.
I kept asking myself: What did I do wrong?
Did I text too much? Did I not text enough? Did my laugh sound weird?
I'll never know. Because Francis never gave me closure.
(Dara's Commentary)
Let me just say this,Eva was DRAMATIC. The way she was so sad about the ghosting, you'd think he was a president son.
Well, Francis was an intentional guy
After weeks of mourning (and by mourning, I mean stalking his socials like a madwoman), I had an epiphany.
If Francis could ghost me just like that, then clearly love was a scam. And if love was a scam, I wasn't going to be the victim anymore.
I was going to be the scammer.
That was the day Eva Dennis officially retired from being a hopeless romantic…
…and became a player.