If only I knew

If only I knew

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If only I knew that love could feel like a lie wrapped in a hoodie and soft hands." At 18, Tabitha thought she had found her version of forever - Zayn was charming, intentional, and made her heart believe it was safe. But when the weekend that felt like a dream begins to unravel, secrets start to bleed through the edges of their picture-perfect romance. The kind of secrets that come with other girls. With voice notes. With lies that repeat word-for-word. What happens when the truth finds you before you're ready to see it? If Only I Knew is a raw, emotionally gripping story about betrayal, womanhood, and the journey back to yourself. Told in first person, each chapter peels back the layers of love, heartbreak, and the power of healing. For every girl who's been lied to, and every woman who learned to rise from it - this one's for you. 💔 Romance | 🎙️ First-person POV | 🖤 Emotional healing | 🔥 Plot twist | ✨ Soft girl strength New chapters drop weekly. 📌 Follow for more stories on faith, growth & female power. ✍️ Written by: Ogunlaja Oluwadamilola 📍 @TalksWithUnbothered
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Started: 10/28/2025 Ended: I knew he was married, but I still let myself fall. We were friends before his wife came, not close, not strangers either. We never said what we truly felt, maybe because we were afraid to give it meaning. But fate played its cruel trick. We ended up living in the same boarding house, different rooms, the same secret. We both knew it was wrong, yet we crossed the line anyway. He was my first, my first love, my first sin, my first heartbreak. I thought I could handle it, but loving him was slowly destroying me. So I did the only thing that could save what was left of me. I left him. Because sometimes, walking away doesn't mean you stopped loving. It just means you've finally learned to love yourself.

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