I have been told I love you by many boys ever since I became a teenager. I never believed or trusted any of them. But there was something about the way Jato said it that got into my soul and made me believe him. And that was it; we started an affair there and then. Yes, we had sex the same day. I fell in love with Jato that day.
At no time or point that day did Jato mention he was married. He only told me he was 36 years old and I didn’t bother asking him anything about whether he was married or not because he was not wearing a ring!
It was not until I got pregnant for him the first time, eight months into our relationship that Jato told me I couldn’t keep it because he was married and he couldn’t have keep two homes at that time.
I was broken. Hurt. Pained.
I had already started building a future together with Jato from day one based on the promises he had made to me; promises that always connected us to a future together.
Asides from the promises, Jato took good care of me. Within the first three months of dating him, he bought me a lot of things and made sure my bank account was always loaded.
So why should anyone blame me for thinking and planning a future with him? Even though he never took me to where he lived, I was not bothered. Here I was, just eighteen and already in dreamland enjoying what many ladies older than me could only dream of. I didn’t bother myself with not knowing his house or where he worked or anything about him.
I did not worry myself about the fact that he always met me in different hotels where we had sex.
The only error I committed was loving him. And that love made me commit four abortions in two years for Jato!
Each time, he would promise me he was going to leave his wife for me and I believed him.
The bubble cleared across my face after the fourth abortion. I was still in the hospital where Jato had taken me to when he came to meet me and told me he had transferred the sum of five hundred thousand naira into my account.
I asked him why and he said he just wanted me to use it and take care of myself. He sounded aloof and indifferent; like he wanted to leave my presence right away and that was just what he did.
I woke up from sleep later that day and he was nowhere to be found.
That is the last time I set my eyes on Jato, if that is his real name.
I am out of the hospital now and back home. But I am hurting and in pain emotionally.
In two years, Jato tricked and deceived me.
I haven’t seen him in three months now and he must think he had played a fast one on me and escaped. Truth is, he cannot escape. Not in this era of social media.
I have pictures of us together and in many compromising positions.
I can destroy him and I will do so if he doesn’t come out of the shadows to make the promises he made to me true.
So this is a massage to Jato; I am giving you 7 days to contact me and make your promise to marry me a reality or I am going to go public with your pictures and make sure the whole world gets to know how you lied to a young girl and played her.
I am ready to destroy your life!
You hold the button to make that happen!
