Debby stared at her phone like it had betrayed her. The group chat was alive—no, it was a warzone. Fingers flying over keyboards, insults firing off like bullets.
“I can’t believe you did this!”
“No, YOU lied!”
“Bitch! Ashawo!”
“Fake friend! Shameless!”
The messages didn’t stop. They were coming fast, one after the other, a storm of rage, jealousy, and embarrassment. Debby leaned back, scrolling as her stomach twisted. She couldn’t look away.
“Na ogun go kpai you!”
“See who dey call person ashawo!”
“You’ve been exposed!”
She snorted, half-amused, half-mortified. It was chaos, but she knew some of the girls were just as shocked as she was.
Then—ping.
Another name appeared at the top.
Bride-to-be.
The chat froze for a second. And then her message dropped.
“I see you all are having a good time there. I know everything. Don’t worry—you’re all invited to watch me marry him. No asoebi needed. Come as you are.”
The room felt smaller. Debby’s thumb hovered over the screen. Her heartbeat was loud enough she was sure everyone could hear it.
“Wait… what? Calm? How is she calm?” she whispered.
The bride didn’t stop there.
She started assigning tasks.
“Ada, you bring wine. Chika, cake. Ngozi, small chops. Amaka, wear the red dress you think he liked—let everyone see how it looks in daylight.”
The insults and curses kept flying, but now they were tangled with fear. Pride. Confusion.
Debby felt a smile creep across her face despite herself. This wasn’t just a chat anymore. It was a battlefield—and she was in the front line.
“Debby,” she muttered under her breath, “you better be ready for this.”
Somewhere in the chaos, a new ally of the bride joined. Blessing. Calm. Calculated. She fired a single message that set the group on fire again:
“Una still dey here?”
Typing bubbles appeared everywhere. The fight escalated. The insults got louder. Fingers shaking. Eyes glued to screens.
Debby leaned back, trying to breathe. The storm was just starting.
And deep down, she knew: this was only the beginning.
🔥 Cliffhanger:
Debby is staring at the screen, surrounded by a whirlwind of anger, insults, and secrets. Who will crack first? And what happens when she decides to strike back?
Question:
If you were in this group chat, watching all your friends and exes go at each other while the bride calmly drops bombs, what would you do first—watch, reply, or block everyone?
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