This week’s story begins at a Lagos party and unfolds into what looked like a near-perfect relationship until it wasn’t.
Chioma* (25) recounts the shocking discovery that her boyfriend was secretly a porn star.
I dated a Yoruba man for one year, and anya m ahoola nti m—my eyes saw my ears. I saw the impossible, my fans. 
We met at a party, the kind where everyone brings someone, so different friend groups collide. The moment he walked in, I noticed him. Tall, dark, and handsome. Yes, judge me; I am a walking cliché.
He noticed me too and came straight to where I was seated. We started to gist, and, gosh, the energy was giving. It felt like we had known each other for years. Go ahead, judge me again. I deserve it.
The party ended in the wee hours, and we couldn’t leave each other. So we decided to watch a late-night movie. We held hands, hugged intimately… it took the grace of God and good home training not to follow him home that night.
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That was how it started.
In less than two weeks, we were officially a couple. We went everywhere together—church, parties, clubs, everywhere. We were inseparable. Honestly, it felt perfect.
That is, until our first-year anniversary.
The Message That Changed Everything
We were at a dinner party when he stepped out to use the restroom. He left his phone behind. Then a message dropped from a strange app:
“Have you deleted it?”
Immediately, my spirit shifted.
I realised the app was Telegram. The message was from a girl called Becca*. And I began to wonder, deleted what? Who is this Becca girl?
I felt curious, but I had to play it cool. I had never checked his phone before, and he had never been secretive with it. Still, something felt off. I just needed a way to investigate casually.
We got home that night, and, thankfully, there was no light. I asked to use his MacBook to watch a movie. He agreed and fell asleep.
That was when I logged into his WhatsApp.
I searched “Becca.”
To this day, I wish I never did.
That was the exact moment everything collapsed. I realised the past year had been a lie, and I had been sharing a bed with a public dog.
Their chats were intimate. Then I saw nude photos of her, then videos of both of them without their faces. Not to be explicit, but you recognise your partner’s body and their sounds. You just know.
And I got confused. Why were there so many videos? Were they from before we met or during our relationship? Why record so many videos?
The Truth Unravels
On the chat, I noticed a Telegram link. I forwarded it to myself, downloaded the app, and opened it.
It led me to a group.
There were hundreds of similar videos being uploaded. People were bargaining openly.
“This one is 150k.”
“Where is the 50k for the photo I sent?”
That was when it hit me.
My boyfriend was sleeping with this girl, recording it, and selling the videos on a porn site.
Long story short, I discovered my boyfriend was a porn star.
Everywhere first blur and it all began to make sense.
He worked a decent 9–5, yet always had money to spend and spoil me. It never quite made sense, but I assumed it was just side hustle things.
He also disappeared one weekend every month. He said it was “family time.” Apparently, Becca was his family, and those weekends were for sex marathons that he sold.
I felt cold and hot at the same time. I couldn’t reconcile the man in the videos with the man I had loved for a year. The man who was meant to meet my parents. The man I thought I would marry.
Yes, I noticed his unusual sexual prowess. I even felt lucky. I didn’t know it was simply a case of practice makes perfect.
Then I Ghosted…
I sent whatever evidence I could to my phone and lay beside him. I couldn’t sleep. My heart was breaking and pounding all at once.
I wanted to call my best friend, but I couldn’t risk him hearing me. So I waited. Hour after hour.
By 6am, I jumped up, made an excuse about visiting my mom, and he sleepily agreed.
At home, reality sank in. How did I miss the signs? How could someone live a double life so perfectly? Honestly, I felt unsafe. My best friend insisted I go to the hospital to run tests. I did.
Next, I had to end the relationship without letting him know that I knew. I didn’t think he would take this exposure lightly.
So I did the next best thing.
I ghosted.
I blocked him everywhere. My best friend suffered because he kept calling her nonstop. Eventually, she told him I met someone else and didn’t want to cheat.
He kept pressing for closure until she blocked him too.
It has been six months, and I am still traumatised.
I don’t trust a single word that comes out of a man’s mouth. I can’t afford therapy, and I honestly don’t know how to move on from this level of deception.
Right now, I’m not even sure I can ever trust a man again.
Looking back, I realise the hardest part wasn’t the betrayal but the loss of who I thought he was.
I am still healing, and some days are harder than others, but I remind myself that leaving was an act of self-preservation, not weakness.
Love & Delulu is a weekly love stories filled with hope, romance and sometimes heartbreak and delusion.
*Names have been changed to protect the identity of the subjects.
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