Six Days to His Wedding… and I Was the Last to Know

 My friend Adanna called me in the middle of the night crying and I was shocked at what she told me............... 

I got a late-night call from my friend Ada, her voice shaking.

She said, “Peace, you won’t believe what just happened to me tonight.”

Ada had been dating Chuka for almost two years. Everyone thought they were perfect. Sunday church selfies, matching Ankara, the whole thing.

But last night, while she was scrolling through his phone to order a ride, a message popped up.

It wasn’t just a flirty text.

It was a wedding invitation.

His wedding.

To someone else.

Ada said her knees went weak. She could hear him in the shower, humming like nothing was wrong.

I couldn’t breathe as she told me what she did next.

Ada told me she stood there for a full minute, phone still in her hand, reading the invitation over and over.

The wedding was set for the following Saturday, just six days away.

The bride’s name was  Gladys.

Her heart raced so fast she thought she might faint.

When Chuka stepped out of the shower, towel around his waist, he smiled like nothing in the world was wrong.

“Ada, what’s for dinner?” he asked.

She didn’t answer.

Instead, she held up the phone, the message glowing on the screen.

“Who is Gladys?” she asked, her voice calm but shaking underneath.

His smile fell.

For a moment he just stared, water dripping on the floor.

Then he reached for the phone.

“Ada, it’s not what you think,” he started.

“Not what I think?” she cut in.

“You’re marrying someone else next week and you didn’t think I’d find out?”

Chuka stammered something about family pressure, about his parents arranging the marriage.

He said he loved Ada but couldn’t disappoint his mother.

Ada felt the room spin.

All the plans, the dreams, the promises they meant nothing.

She picked up her bag, walked to the door, and said, “If you can betray me this deeply, there’s nothing left to say.”

He called after her, begging, but she didn’t look back.

By the time she reached the street, I was already waiting to take her home.

Today, Ada is healing, focusing on herself, and slowly finding her smile again.

Her message to anyone reading: If someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.

Some people might try to excuse what he did, pointing to family pressure or tradition.

But love doesn’t hurt you on purpose.

If someone truly values you, they won’t plan a life that breaks you behind your back.

Real love chooses honesty, even when it’s hard.

It speaks the truth early, it fights for the relationship, and it protects your trust.

Anything less is not love—it’s convenience.