Life has a way of unraveling in ways we never expect, taking us down paths we never thought we’d walk. For some, the journey of love is a sweet and beautiful tale, but for others, it becomes a haunting nightmare that lingers, refusing to let go. This is my story—a tale of love, betrayal, and despair—a journey that feels like a curse.

My name is Ama, a woman with dreams, hopes, and a heart full of love.

I was an ambitious young woman from Accra, full of life and energy. In 2018, I met Patrick, a man from the Upper East Region, who seemed to be everything I had ever dreamed of. He was kind, attentive, and promised me the world. For nearly three years, I devoted myself to him, pouring all my love, time, and resources into building a future together. I was ready to be his wife, to stand by his side through thick and thin.

But in 2021, the truth unraveled in the most devastating way. Just as I thought I was on the verge of my happily ever after, I discovered a secret that shattered my world. Patrick, the man I loved so dearly, was already married with two children. He had hidden this from me for years, leading me on with promises of marriage and a future together. The revelation didn’t come from him but from his own mother, just as we were about to finalize our wedding plans.

The betrayal was too much for me to bear. How could someone I loved so deeply deceive me so completely? I felt like a fool—my trust shattered, my dreams crumbled. But even in my pain, I chose to walk away. I left Patrick and everything we had built together, taking nothing but my dignity. I thought that by leaving, I could reclaim my peace, my life, and maybe even find love again.

However, since the day I left Patrick, my life took a dark turn.

Three years have passed, and I have not found a single man who would love me, let alone propose. It’s as if I’ve become invisible—a ghost wandering through life, unnoticed, unloved.

I tried everything. I prayed, I fasted, I sought help from pastors and spiritualists, but nothing changed. No man would even look at me twice. It wasn’t just rejection; it felt as if I had been cursed to live the rest of my life alone, unloved, and unwanted. I even reached the point of proposing to men myself, but they all turned me down. Not a single one showed even the slightest interest. I felt like I was losing my mind. How could this be my reality? How could I be so unloved that I wondered if even a madman would touch me if I were naked on the streets?

The pain I felt was beyond words. I was trapped in a life of misery, unable to escape the shadows of my past. The man who had betrayed me was living his life happily, while I was drowning in sorrow. I couldn’t understand why my life had turned out this way. What had I done to deserve this? Was I cursed? Was Patrick somehow behind all of this, ensuring that no man would ever love me again?

My thoughts grew darker with each passing day. I cried myself to sleep, my heart heavy with the weight of my loneliness. I wondered if this was my punishment for daring to walk away from a man who had wronged me. I felt like a prisoner in my own life, trapped in a cycle of despair and hopelessness.

And then, I reached my breaking point.

In a moment of sheer desperation, I contemplated the unthinkable. What if I found Patrick? What if I lured him back into my life, just to exact my revenge? The thought of stabbing him a thousand times filled me with a twisted sense of justice. Maybe then, I would find peace. Maybe then, the curse would be lifted, and I could finally be free from this torment. I knew it was madness, but in my pain, it felt like the only way out.

I worked my way back into his life, ensuring that he fell deeper in love with me than he ever was. He eventually confessed that he had used juju to prevent any man from showing interest in me, hoping that I would return to him when I hit rock bottom with all hopes lost. He expressed happiness about having me back and wanted to marry me immediately in the coming months.

His wife and children left him because I was consistently fighting with them, and he ended up supporting me despite me being the aggressor and the cause of their departure. After he lost everything, I poisoned him. Although I regret what I did, I feel a sense of justice knowing that he is dead now, and I am probably free to attract the man of my desires.