LOGINI ended things with Mark after months of "I love yous" that never aligned. No fight. We just wanted different things. Six days later, I texted his brother. I didn't plan it. While I was still with Mark, he showed me his brother on a video call — "my brother cooks." I thought he was fine, but I looked away. He was off-limits. Then I saw him on my FYP. Cooking. Laughing. Soft-spoken but confident. Something in me wanted to know him. They said he doesn't have Instagram, so they gave me his number instead. Now I'm caught between guilt and something I can't explain. I have to tell both brothers the truth. But what if being alone is exactly what I need to become the woman who gets chosen, not just available? A messy, honest, healing romance about boundaries, brotherhood, and choosing yourself first.
View MoreI broke up with Mark on a Tuesday.
And by Monday, I wanted his brother. I know how that sounds. Trash. Shameless. But listen first before you judge me. Mark didn't cheat. He didn't beat me. He was a good guy. For eight months, he was perfect. He said "I love you" every night before he slept. "I love you, Sandra," he would say on the phone. "I love you too," I would say back. But my chest was empty. I was saying it because it was time to say it, not because I felt it. So on Tuesday, I ended it. "So that's it?" Mark asked. His voice was too calm. Like he already knew. "That's it," I said. "We want different things "Okay." Just okay. No begging. No drama. He hung up. I should have felt free. Instead, I felt like a thief. Like I had stolen eight months from a good man. My best friend Chioma came to my house in Diobu that evening with suya and malt. "You did the right thing," she said, chewing. "If you don't love am, you don't love am." "I know," I said. "But why does doing the right thing feel so bad at night?" She didn't have answer. For three days I did healing things. I deleted pictures. I walked. I drank water. I minded my business. Until I remembered the video call. Two months ago, Mark was cooking and laughing. "Look, my brother cooks pass me," Mark said and flipped his camera. And there he was. Plain white shirt. Sleeves folded. Stirring a pot of soup. He looked up at the camera, saw me, and gave me a small, soft smile. "Oga leave me, you dey disturb me," he said to Mark. His voice was deep. Calm. I only saw him for five seconds. I said "Hi" quickly and looked away. Because that's Mark's brother. Off-limits. But I never forgot that smile. Six days after my breakup, 1 AM, PH heat was killing me and I was scrolling T****k like a mad woman. And FYP decided to ruin my healing A guy dancing while his jollof rice was steaming. Same white shirt. Same smile. Caption: "Sunday rice with Joshua." My heart jumped. Stupid heart. I screenshotted it and sent it to Amara, Mark's cousin who linked me and Mark before. "Amara, is this Joshua? Mark's brother?" She replied in 2 seconds: "Yess! How you know am??" "Mark showed me once," I typed. Then before my brain could stop my hand, I added: "He fine sha." She sent 10 laughing emojis. "LMAO Sandra! You and Mark don break up na, you free to look now." "I no dey look jare," I lied. "You want his number? He no dey do I* o, but I get his W******p." My heart was beating like drum in Diobu market. My brain said: SANDRA! You broke up with his brother SIX DAYS ago. Have shame! My other brain said: You are single now. Single girls can collect number. It's not a crime. I stared at her message for seven minutes. My finger was shaking. Then I typed one word: "Send." She sent it immediately. Joshua K. +234 80... I saved it as Joshua K. I did not text that niaht. I put mv nhone face down like a holy girl. •l 5G (25 But I did not sleep. The next morning, 9:13 AM, my room was hot and my phone light was on. I opened W******p. Typed "Hi" - deleted it. Typed "Hey, is this Joshua?" - deleted it. Typed "Sorry, your cousin gave me your number" - deleted it. What will I even say? Hi, I'm your brother's ex and I can't stop thinking about your smile? Stupid. I boiled water for tea. My hand was still shaking. Okay, Sandra, new plan: Today you will NOT text him. Today you will heal. Today you will be decent. I was about to lock my phone and be decent, when my phone buzzed. It was an UNKNOWN number. I opened it. "Hi. This is Joshua. Mark's brother. Amara said you wanted to talk to me?" My heart stopped. He texted first.Joshua did not answer me.•l 5G' 69He looked at the 3 million envelope in his hand - his 1-year savings for ovens. Then he looked at Chief's phone showing 15 million.Then he looked at me. Sandra. Young sexy girl in bum shorts and a crop top.And he made his choice.He walked to Chief Williams."Sir, do the transfer."Silence. My heart stopped."Joshua?" I whispered.He could not look at me."Chief, transfer the 15 million. I will follow Amara to Lagos. I am tired of a small studio."Amara screamed and hugged him. "I knewyou would choose me! Daddy, transfer now!"Chief pressed his phone. Ding.15,000,000 Naira credited to Joshua.Just like that, Joshua now had 18 million- his own 3M savings + Chief's 15M.I lost him."Joshua, you sold us for money?" I cried.He finally looked at me, eyes red."Sandra, listen. If I give Mark my 3M for a fake pregnancy, my life is finished. If I stay with you, Chief will finish my business. But now - with Chief's 15M - I can save everyone. Listen we
The 3 million Joshua had was not for Mark.It was his life savings. Money he saved for 1 year to buy industrial ovens, to make his small studio a real restaurant. His whole life inside an envelope.Mark was on the phone crying for that same 3 million."Joshua, Faith's family said if I don't bring3 million for introduction tomorrow — for bride price list, cows, wrappers - they will go to our church on Sunday and announce that I impregnated their daughter and ran away. My mother will be disgraced. The pastor will suspend me. My name will finish in Port Harcourt. Please help me."3 Million. Not 500k. Real money. Family shame money.While Mark was crying, a message entered my phone.Faith.How did I get Faith's number? I got it that day at Joshua's family house. When Mark first introduced her as "my new peace." Joshua's mother forced us to exchange numbers. She said, "You people are now sisters, collect each other's numbers." | saved it as "Faith - Hair Seller." I never called her since
"Open the gate for your Amara na!"Amara's voice was still on my phone. Loud.Sweet. Like she owned him.Joshua was frozen. He did not move.I moved.I was wearing a short bum shorts and a sexy white crop top - I was cooking, my hair packed in a messy bun, no makeup, but my body was still giving. I am a young sexy girl, Port Harcourt hot babe. I don't wear wrapper in the kitchen.I wiped my hands and walked to the gate myself. I opened it.Outside was a black car. And standing beside it was Amara.Red bodycon gown, bone straight down to her waist, heels that could kill, designer bag. She smelled like expensive perfume that could buy my whole studio.She looked at me from head to toe - my bare legs, my crop top, my messy bun - and her smile disappeared."You are not Joshua," she said."I am Sandra," I said. "His girlfriend."Her eyes widened. Then she laughed. A small, wicked laugh."Oh. So you are Sandra. The girl who left the senior brother for the junior brother. I have heard about
The pregnancy test on my kitchen counter was not mine.It was Faith's. And it had two pink lines.I found it inside Mark's jacket when I went to return his family house key. The key he gave me 4 months ago when he said, "You are my wife to be."Mark was standing in front of me, sweating, even though the AC was on."Sandra, please don't tell Joshua. Please."I held up the test. My hand was shaking, but my voice was stone."Faith is pregnant?""Two weeks," he whispered. "She just told me yesterday. My mother said we must do introduction this Saturday. If we don't, Faith's brothers will come to our house."| laughed. I actually laughed. Because three weeks ago, this same Mark was kneeling in front of my own family house begging me to come back."So you called me to hide it from your brother?""No. I called you because you are the only person who will understand. Sandra, I don't love Faith. I was just using her to forget you. Now she is pregnant and my mother says I must marry her or she






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