I was at home one day, minding my business, when my girlfriend stormed in, tears streaming down her face. I froze, alarmed. “What’s wrong? What happened?” I asked, again and again, but she just sobbed uncontrollably. I didn’t push further, giving her time to calm down.

Finally, after what felt like forever, she wiped her tears and looked at me with pained eyes. “Danny asked me to visit him because he wasn’t feeling well,” she began, her voice trembling. “I even made soup for him...but when I got there, he forced himself on me.”

Her words hit me like a truck. For a moment, I was too stunned to respond. My blood boiled with rage and confusion. Who was this Danny to her? Why had she gone to his place in the first place without telling me? But those questions took a back seat to the fury that consumed me.

“Is Danny at home now?” I demanded through clenched teeth.

“No,” she replied, sniffling. “He’s staying at a guesthouse.”

The mention of the guesthouse should’ve raised red flags—why would she even meet him there? But at that moment, I was blinded by anger. Then she dropped another bombshell: “He didn’t just force himself on me...he took pictures and videos too.”

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I could hardly see straight. “We’re going to the police,” I said, grabbing my keys.

At the station, we filed a complaint, but the officers told me they needed GH¢1000 for fuel to make the arrest. It was an absurd amount, but I didn’t care—I paid it just to get Danny behind bars. The expenses didn’t stop there. Every step of the process seemed to require more money: remand costs, follow-ups, “administrative fees.” I swallowed it all, determined to see justice served.

While Danny was locked up, his family began making moves. They reached out to my girlfriend, pleading for an out-of-court settlement. I wasn’t aware of any of this. Behind my back, she met them, and they asked her to name her price. To my utter disbelief, she agreed to settle for GH¢1000—the same amount I’d spent just to have Danny arrested.

When I found out, I was furious. “How could you settle for so little? Do you even realize how much I’ve spent trying to get justice for you?”

She shrugged, her tone dismissive. “It’s my business. They compensated me. I don’t care about the rest.”

Her indifference stung like a slap in the face. And then came the ultimate betrayal: I discovered she was dating Danny. Yes, the same Danny I had spent my time, energy, and money to have arrested.

When their relationship eventually crumbled, she moved on—to one of my friends. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but I let it go and moved on with my life.

Years later, I heard she’d married someone else. The marriage didn’t last. She’s now divorced, raising a child alone, the father having vanished without a trace.

I’m not proud of it, but there’s a part of me that feels vindicated. Life has a way of balancing the scales, and though I wouldn’t wish her current struggles on anyone, seeing how things turned out for her eases the bitterness of my past.