How I met the one i thought was the love of my life It happened on a quiet Sunday morning. I walked into church a bit late, looking for an empty seat, when i saw him. He wasn’t just handsome—he was striking. Neatly dressed, with warm brown eyes and a gentle smile that seemed to reach into my soul. When he lifted his hands during worship, something stirred in my spirit. It wasn’t just attraction. It felt… divine. I heard the holy spirit ministering to me saying "This is the man in whom my heart belongs to." After service, our eyes met. That's how we fell in love at first sight. And somehow, that one moment turned into DMs, long phone calls, and dinner dates. No lies! Everyone warned me. “Take your time. You barely know him.” “Have you prayed about this relationship?” They all advised. But love had already made a home in my heart and you know nobody can advice one who is already in love. Robert was perfect—or so it seemed. We became official within weeks. I practically moved into his apartment and things got so cool and smooth _ Until... It started with the small things: He was always extra private with his phone. He got random late-night calls and stepped outside to answer them. But I let that slide. I trust him too much. One night, i packed my small bag, took my car and went straight to my cousin’s place a few streets away to stay for a week. It was an impromptu, an emergency. So I just sent the information to Robert to his Dm since he was not home when I left. On getting to my cousin place, I realized I forgot my glasses, I wouldn't be able to read my Bible well at night without them. Ofcourse I'm a Jesus baby. The next day—Saturday night—around 10 p.m., I returned home quietly for my glasses . I had my key. I didn’t call or knock. As I stepped into the living room, i noticed two wine glasses on the center table. Soft music played from the bedroom. Slowly, I tiptoed forward and pushed the bedroom door open just a little. And there my man was. On his bed. With another man! Locked in a deep, passionate kiss. Shirtless. Moaning his name so loud.