Brian, a second-year undergraduate at Kyambogo University in Uganda, never thought the woman he trusted with his heart would hurt him in such a devastating way. He met Sharon during orientation week, and she immediately stood out to him as soft-spoken, modest, and warm.
Their friendship grew naturally and soon turned into a relationship. For nearly a year, their bond felt strong and genuine. They revised together, ate meals side by side, and encouraged one another through the pressures of university life. Brian felt proud of her and even took the step of introducing her to his family back in Mbale.
Over time, however, things began to shift quietly. Sharon started pulling away without any clear explanation. She stopped coming to Brian’s hostel room, became slow to return his calls, and often blamed her absence on heavy coursework or group discussions.
Brian chose patience, telling himself that academic stress might be taking its toll. But instead of getting better, the situation steadily worsened. She changed her phone password without a word, guarded her messages closely, and shut down whenever Brian tried to talk about their relationship.
What began as subtle changes soon became impossible to ignore. Sharon grew irritable whenever Brian asked simple, caring questions. Even checking in on her mood seemed to annoy her. Her dressing style changed, she went out more frequently, and replies to messages came hours later.
The most painful part for Brian was losing their weekends together. The movie nights and shared meals she once cherished were replaced with constant excuses about meetings and late-night study sessions. Although his instincts warned him something was wrong, his love for her made him afraid to accept the truth.
One evening, Brian’s close friend Joel asked to speak with him privately. With visible concern, Joel told him he had seen Sharon getting into a lecturer’s car near Banda stage. Brian immediately dismissed the idea, reminding himself that campus gossip could destroy relationships.
He convinced himself it must have been a case of mistaken identity. Still, the discomfort in his chest wouldn’t fade. Later that night, he called Sharon to ask her directly, but she reacted with anger, accusing him of insecurity and lack of trust. She abruptly ended the call and disappeared offline for hours.
Sleep refused to come that night. Brian lay awake, staring at the ceiling, torn between self-doubt and fear of betrayal. He wondered whether his suspicions were unfair or whether the truth was far more painful than he was ready to face. He needed clarity, not half-answers or excuses. As he searched online for.To Continue Reading, Click Herea
