Growing up I had heard stories of women being violated, I’ve watched and seen cases of domestic violence. And I PRAYED, WISHED and HOPED, that I would never be a victim of such..
And God answered my prayers and gave me a good man who loved and treated me with tender loving care.. Or so I thought.
My first two years in marriage was blissful and I couldn’t have wished for anything more, I was a model and had my very own brand/fashion line, one of the biggest in the country actually and as the only child of my late parents I inherited all their wealths, Henry was also from a wealthy family so we lacked nothing, we were financially stable, and we lived in our own private house in banana island, although we didn’t have a child yet, there was love and peace in our home.
But everything changed suddenly and I was made a victim of the one thing I feared and hated..
My name is Debbie ifeoluwa Henry and this is my story..
Written By: authoress Anna(favour)