She Was a Better Liar Than Me (And I Couldn't Handle It)

It started with the blue tick.

She texted me: "At Java with Amina, studying for the CPA exam."

Cool. I didn't think twice. We'd been dating nine months. Why would she lie about coffee?

Except I was literally at that same Java ten minutes later to surprise her with lunch.

She wasn't there.

I checked with the barista. "You seen a girl, looks like..." I showed him her photo. He shook his head.

My stomach dropped, but not in the way you'd think. I wasn't worried she was cheating. I was pissed that I'd fallen for it.

So I texted back: "Cool, I'm here too, which table?"

Her response came in 30 seconds: "Oh babe I just left! Amina had to rush back to work. Mbona haukunishow?"

She'd gotten caught red-handed and didn't even blink. Just pivoted seamlessly into a lie about leaving.

I sat there holding my lunch like an idiot.

The second time, she said she was going to her mum's place.

"Need to help her with groceries and stuff, might sleep over."

Okay. Reasonable. Her mum lives in Kiambu. That's like...