My best friend’s love story that I hate – the End
After she left, I got relieved that her marriage won’t be ringing to my ear again.
While celebrating it, an idea rocked my head on what to reply her incase she returns, crying, asking who could hate her that much.
The new sim card, she doesn’t know about it, so definitely, she won’t suspect I was the one.
It was getting dark.
The time was 7:05 pm and she still hadn’t returned.
So, I figured that, maybe, she was begging him not to call off the wedding.
So I picked my phone, to call her.
I balanced comfortably on the chair, expecting to hear a sad tone of someone who has been crying for a long time, but her tone was cheerful…..
She said, she was about calling me to inform me that, she won’t be returning to the lodge that night, that she followed her fiance to his place, that they have some important things to discuss regarding their wedding arrangement.
I was surprised.
I disconnected the call, telling her that, I will call her back later.
I checked my phone, to see if the message was delivered, but it actually did.
I quickly called her back, asking about her fiance…
And she said, he was fine…
I wanted to inquire further, about his mood, but I decided to swallow it, to avoid sounding somehow.
So I feigned, asking how the preparation was going……and all that.
After the brief chat, the call ended.
I couldn’t believe that, the little act I did failed to yield anything.
I kept checking my phone, to be sure it was delivered and I kept confirming, it was actually delivered.
To summarise the whole story….
The number I sent the message to, was a wrong number. It was owned by a woman.
The person tried contacting me, but the number was off throughout, she then sent a text… I called and heard a lady’s voice.
But before I realized it was a wrong number, they were already done with their traditional marriage. It was too late to do anything.
I wanted to press further, but I decided to let her be…
But since then, my conscience has been dealing with me.
And whenever I remember what I did, I shiver in fear, on the level I could go to destroying someone I called my best friend.
I don’t know how to make this guilt go away… I have been swimming in guilt… Please pray for me to come out of this.. I am even scared of myself. I can’t believe I’m this evil.
I believe I will feel a little relief after being bashed by everyone. Yes, I deserve it…. Bash me, scold me without mercy, I deserve it.
It will help me repent.
Thank you… I wasn’t a good friend, but I promise to change. So help me Lord