I met my fiancé, Ebuka, three years ago in Lagos. He had just relocated from Imo State and gotten a job at the office where I was serving for my NYSC. I was lucky to be retained after my service year, and a few months later, we started dating. Ebuka was everything I wanted in a man—hardworking, respectful, funny, and generous. From the moment we got together, it felt like we were building something solid. He treated me like a queen—random gifts, surprise dates, and endless conversations about the future. I believed him when he said he wanted me to be the mother of his children. But there was one thing I found a bit odd. He always posted pictures of his mom on social media but never his dad. I assumed it was just a man thing—men are closer to their mothers, right? So, I didn’t read much into it. Then, after two years together, he proposed. I said yes without hesitation. The engagement party was perfect. We picked a wedding date, printed the invitations, and started planning the traditional marriage. But there was something I could never shake off. (Story written & owned by Ajebo Writer) Whenever I asked to visit his family home, he always had a reason why it wasn’t the right time. “No need,” he said one evening, his eyes fixed on the TV. “You’ll meet everyone on the wedding day. That’s how it’s traditionally done, anyway.” I found it strange, but I didn’t push too hard. He was from a very conservative and traditional family; maybe that was their custom. I wish I hadn’t ignored my instincts—especially when he’d get so defensive every time I pushed or asked for details about his siblings. The day of the traditional wedding arrived. (Story written & owned by Ajebo Writer) Everything was set. The canopies were up, the caterers were busy. My family and I were eager to finally meet his people. Then, it happened. I remember standing in the middle of the compound, smiling as I watched the convoy of cars pull in. The doors opened, and out came his mother… and then I saw him. His father. And next to him, a man who looked exactly like my fiancé. His twin? Both dwarfs. I froze. My heart raced. My smile evaporated. The compound went quiet for a moment, and then the murmurs started. “Is that her father-in-law?” “Wait… they’re dwarfs?” The laughter from the crowd felt like a slap in the face. Someone took a picture. My heart pounded in my chest, and I couldn’t breathe. It was as if the ground beneath me had disappeared. My mother was crying, her voice shaking. “What kind of shame is this? Did you plan to disgrace our family today? How can you hide something like this from us?” My father, usually calm and composed, was red with anger. “Over my dead body,” he said, his hands shaking. “His tribe is bad enough, but a dwarf?!” I turned to Ebuka, who was standing beside me like nothing unusual had happened. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I whispered. “What is there to tell?” he shot back. “I didn’t think it mattered. Besides, why didn’t you tell me your mother is an albino when we first met?” The audacity. Comparing both conditions like they were the same. He kept saying he didn’t see what the big deal was. “Albino is not hereditary like this! What if I give birth to a dwarf?” I cried. He became very angry. “Lower your voice. So, that’s all you care about?” At that moment, that was all I cared about. I had been lied to. Deceived. He hid something so fundamental, something so big, and he was acting like it didn’t matter—yet he kept it from me for two whole years. Who hides their father and twin brother if it doesn’t matter? “If my mother can do it, why can’t you?” he said. That was it. I stepped back, ripped off the engagement ring from my finger, and threw it on the ground. I don’t know what will happen next. All I know is that I can’t go on with this marriage. Not after this. Not when the betrayal and deceit run this deep with zero remorse. Am I wrong? Or am I making a big deal out of nothing? Please advise me. The End Ajebo Writer ©️Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne