{"id":7963,"date":"2025-08-12T09:54:09","date_gmt":"2025-08-12T06:54:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/horizonnews.co.ke\/?p=7963"},"modified":"2025-08-12T09:54:09","modified_gmt":"2025-08-12T06:54:09","slug":"he-repeatedly-had-affairs-with-women-and-made-me-wash-their-beddings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/horizonnews.co.ke\/?p=7963","title":{"rendered":"He repeatedly had affairs with women and made me wash their beddings!"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I used to leave the house at 4 a.m. so I could get to work early. He knew my timetable very well. It reached a point where I\u2019d come home from work only to find out he had brought another woman into our home. They\u2019d sleep together, then leave the dirty bedding there. He knew that when I came back, I\u2019d be too tired and would go straight to bed, so I\u2019d automatically have to clean them.<\/p>\n

There was a time he came home and told me I had to leave the next day because his people were coming. I told him we didn\u2019t have money, but he said he was coming even if he wasn\u2019t bringing anything. He told me that even if he cheated on me or had other women, I was the one he loved. It turned out there was no introduction ceremony \u2014 he just lied to get me out of the house.<\/p>\n

I left for Kisii and found him there with another woman. I asked him why he had brought me shame in front of the village. I later met a relative of his, went back to Narok, and continued working. That\u2019s how my story began in November 2019.<\/p>\n

He was on an internship then, raised by a stepmother and with a hard life, so I felt connected to him. I thought I had met my Mr. Right. My first relationship on campus had been peaceful, no cheating. This was different. I gave him money for rent, for a shop, for a chemist business over 40,000 Ksh and even paid 13,000 Ksh for his license exams.<\/p>\n

I supported him in every way, despite living a hard life myself. I cooked with the little we had \u2014 sometimes just tea without milk and a few doughnuts in the morning. Lunch was plain rice; supper was maize meal and kale. Whenever I questioned him, he\u2019d say the business was new and making no profit.<\/p>\n

He hid his phone, passwords everywhere, screen always facing down. That gave me trauma \u2014 even now, if I see someone\u2019s phone like that, I ask them why. I stayed because I thought he\u2019d change, but the cheating continued.<\/p>\n

I discovered he was involved with multiple women, including a student. I confronted him, and he gaslighted me, saying I was overthinking. I cried, lost weight, and even contracted a serious STI. He never bought a single diaper for our baby, never held the child for weeks, and often left me with nothing.<\/p>\n

The emotional abuse turned physical. One night, over a discussion about rent, he beat me while our baby was just four months old. Still, I stayed \u2014 because I was a single mother of two now and had nowhere to go. But the disrespect, lies, and abandonment kept repeating.<\/p>\n

One day, after another round of humiliation and neglect, I realised I had been alone all along \u2014 ignoring red flags, fighting a battle I could never win. That\u2019s when my in-law gave me the phone number of Shaba Mangube Doctors, a group of traditional healers.<\/p>\n

I was desperate. My in-law told me they specialised in powerful love spells that could restore commitment and loyalty. They explained how the spell would work, cleansing away negative energies, binding the heart of the one you love so he would focus only on you, and restoring peace in the home.<\/p>\n

When I contacted Shaba Mangube Doctors through their phone number\u00a0+254795613711<\/a>, they guided me step-by-step. The process involved a mixture of spoken incantations, blessed herbal elements, and a symbolic binding to ensure his spirit stayed faithful. They said within days I\u2019d notice a change, and true enough, the man\u2019s attitude shifted completely.<\/p>\n

For the first time, I felt seen and respected. Whether one believes in such things or not, that spell marked a turning point in my life. And for that, I credit Shaba Mangube Doctors;\u00a0without their intervention, I would never have experienced the change I so badly needed.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n