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I came upon I used to be a facet chick and quietly moved on to heal – Nigerian woman reveals ‘painful’ resolution

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I found out I was a side chick and quietly moved on to heal - Nigerian lady reveals'painful' decision

A Nigerian woman, Omoze Edadagbon, has shared that she walked away from a relationship at age 20 after discovering that the person was married.

She disclosed this whereas responding to the demise of a Nigerian girl, Pat. According to reviews, the girl had begged her husband’s facet chick to go away him in voice notes that made the rounds earlier.

The girl’s sister had mourned her whereas inserting curses on “everyone involved” in her demise.

While noting that it was a painful resolution, Omoze stated she selected to stroll away as a result of it was the suitable factor to do.

“At age 20, when I found out I was a side chick, I quietly moved on to heal. Painful but I knew that was the right thing to do,” she wrote.

“Never to confront the other woman so, if this happens while being married, I would do the same. This is common sense that the side chick is not to be confronted to “depart the dishonest husband” alone.”

I found out I was a side chick and quietly moved on to heal - Nigerian lady reveals 'painful' decision
I found out I was a side chick and quietly moved on to heal - Nigerian lady reveals 'painful' decision
I found out I was a side chick and quietly moved on to heal - Nigerian lady reveals 'painful' decision

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