I’ve never had a boyfriend in my entire life. No matter how hard I tried—no matter how much I wished to feel the warmth, the care of a man—I never got it. All because of the way I look

. I had my own money. Yes, I worked hard every day at the supermarket where I owned. But I didn’t want a man who liked me just for money. I wanted someone who would love me—the real me. Not my money. Not my kindness. Just... me. Over time, the loneliness made me quiet and sad. I kept to myself. It hurt to see my coworkers talking about their boyfriends, sharing pictures, and going out together—while I stayed behind the table in my supermarket, always alone, with no one to hold and no one to hold me. Then he came—Chinedu.

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