I’m the Chief Bridesmaid Sleeping With the Groom

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I’m Chidinma, a proper Lagos girl — born and raised in the heart of Surulere.

I thought I knew everything about life, love, and loyalty…

until I fell in love with my best friend’s man.

Ifeoma and I have been sisters since secondary school.

She’s getting married in December to Obinna — the love of her life.

I was supposed to be her chief bridesmaid.

But here’s the truth that will shock you: I’ve been in a secret relationship with Obinna since January this year.

It started innocently. Obinna would come to our flat in Lekki.

We’d watch movies, play games, gist till late.

Ifeoma usually slept early — tired from work. So it was just me and him on the couch… laughing, talking, vibing.

One night, our eyes locked. I felt a spark I couldn’t ignore.

At first, I told myself: “It’s just friendship. Nothing more.”

But soon, we started stealing glances at her bridal shower.

Texting late at night. Sharing secrets we never told anyone else.

I knew it was wrong. But for the first time, I felt truly seen.

As the wedding got closer, the guilt nearly killed me.

I was living a lie. I wanted to confess… but how do you tell your best friend you’re in love with her fiancé?

Then one day, Obinna said:

“I can’t marry Ifeoma. I’ve fallen in love with you, Chidinma. I want to be with you.”

I was torn. Loyalty to Ifeoma… or love for Obinna? I didn’t know what to do.

Fast forward — it’s been one year. Obinna called off the wedding.

He chose me. We faced fire from friends and family.

People called us wicked, home-wreckers, betrayers. But we held on.

Ifeoma found out everything. She confronted us. It was messy. Tears. Shouting. Pain.

She said she never wanted to see me again. And I didn’t blame her.

For months, Ifeoma ghosted me.

I tried calling, texting, begging — no reply. Obinna and I stayed together… but the guilt was heavy.

People judged us every day. But our love? It only grew stronger.

Then one day… Ifeoma called.

“I’ve been thinking. Let’s talk.”

We met. We cried. We talked for hours. She said:

“I forgive you, Chidinma. But our friendship will never be the same.”

I understood. I was just grateful she spoke to me again.

Today, Obinna and I are still together. Our love is real. We fought for it — and we’re still fighting.

But I know I betrayed my best friend. I kept a secret that destroyed her trust.

I learned the hard way: Honesty is always better, even when it hurts. And sometimes… love comes at a price you never expected to pay.

Thank you for reading my story. No judgment, please. Just lessons.