Real Stories: How I got revenge on the best friend who stole my husband

Chioma and I met in our second year at university, and we clicked instantly. She was the loud, bubbly one. I was more reserved, but we balanced each other out perfectly. We were sisters in all but blood. We'd survived NYSC together and even got matching tattoos that read "Sisters Before Misters."  When I married Emeka in a lavish white wedding where she stood as my chief bridesmaid, she'd wept louder than my mother. That should have been my first clue. PREVIOUS: Real Stories: How a Nigerian