From the moment I married Michael Njoroge, I believed my dreams had come true. He was a wealthy tycoon with businesses spanning Nairobi, Kisumu, and Mombasa. When he proposed, he spoke of love, loyalty, and a future filled with luxury, stability, and respect. I felt like I had won the lottery—not just for the wealth, but for the man himself. Life seemed perfect: our house in Karen was beautiful, my wardrobe rivaled those in glossy magazines, and our social life was enviable. Friends and family often commented on how fortunate I was. I believed I had everything—until the lies started to surface.
The first hint that something was off came during a casual lunch with one of his business associates. She mentioned visiting Michael’s family home in Kisumu, which I had never seen. I laughed it off, thinking it was just a small business property. But over the following months, subtle inconsistencies began to emerge. Michael’s calls would go unanswered at strange times, he became increasingly protective of his phone, and sometimes he disappeared for days with vague explanations. A part of me, despite wanting to believe in the life I had, could not shake the growing suspicion that something was amiss.
The truth hit me like a lightning bolt one weekend when I traveled to Mombasa for a family wedding. While walking near the city’s high-end hotels, I recognized Michael’s car parked outside a lavish apartment building I had never visited. My heart raced as…CONTINUE READING…https://drkashiririka.com/?swahili_post=she-married-a-rich-tycoon-believed-she-had-everything-until-she-discovered-he-had-three-other-wives-hiding-in-different-counties
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