I felt as if the world had come to an abrupt end
Can you imagine the very man who I paid college fees for cheating on me using house help?
It was on June 15 2025, just a month ago, when my husband, the father of my kids, did the unthinkable and walked away. He thought that he was untouchable. He packed his things quietly while I was preparing dinner. He did not say much, only that he needed a break. That break turned into a goodbye.
And just like that, I was left standing in the kitchen with a spoon in my hand and tears I refused to let fall.
I remember sitting on the floor that night, staring at our wedding photo on the wall. I had supported this man through everything. I paid his tuition. I stood by him when he had nothing. I cooked, cleaned, raised the kids, and even gave up job opportunities to help him grow.
And he repaid me with betrayal.
He walked out to be with someone who barely knew his struggles. Someone who used to knock on my door asking for sugar and salt. Yes, it was the house help.
The days that followed were a nightmare
I barely ate. My skin broke out. I could not sleep. I tried to act strong for my children, but every night I would cry myself to sleep. My body was present but my soul was somewhere else.
I kept asking myself what I had done wrong. Was I not beautiful enough? Was I too old now? Was it my cooking? My voice? My body?
The silence in our home became unbearable. My children kept asking when daddy was coming back. I told them he was just away for work. I did not have the heart to tell them the truth yet. How do you explain to a child that their father walked away for someone else?
I thought about begging him. I even typed long messages and deleted them. I checked his social media more times than I care to admit. And when I saw them together, laughing and holding hands, something inside me cracked.
That crack became anger.
I wanted him to feel what I felt
At first, I wanted revenge. I wanted to expose him. I wanted to go to her house and scream. I even considered telling her family what she had done.
But then I remembered something a friend once told me.
She said never fight with dirt when you can rise like gold.
I knew I needed healing. But more than that, I wanted closure. I wanted to know why he would walk away so easily from someone who had been nothing but loyal. I wanted him to look me in the eye and admit what he had done.
I also wanted him to feel the regret. Deeply.
That is when I remembered a woman I had met at a wellness retreat two years ago. She had gone through something similar. She told me a love spell helped her gain her power back and shift the energy in her life.
At the time I brushed it off. I thought she was just emotional. But now, I was the one drowning. And all I wanted was something — anything — to pull me out of that pain.
What I learned about love spells
I contacted the same woman. She still remembered me. She told me I did not need to harm anyone or force anyone to come back. This spell was about clarity, healing, and inviting truth. It was about making someone realize the weight of their actions.
I was guided through a simple ritual. It was quiet, personal, and gentle. I did not need herbs or smoke or strange items. I just needed to be honest with myself.
I wrote down what I was feeling. I cried as I wrote. I admitted that I still loved him but hated what he did. I admitted I wanted him to realize his mistake. I wanted him to feel the emptiness he created.
Each night for seven nights, I lit a small candle. I spoke the words I was given. I placed a folded note under my pillow with his name and the words return with truth.
Something inside me shifted after the third night. I started walking with my head higher. I took off my wig and let my natural hair breathe. I played soft music in the house and danced while cleaning. I wore my favorite dress just to sit on the balcony. I began feeling like me again.
He showed up crying
It was the eighth night after I began the ritual. I was in bed reading when I heard a knock. It was almost midnight. I checked through the window and it was him.
He looked nothing like the proud man who had walked out weeks earlier. His eyes were swollen. He looked like he had not slept. He was shaking.
He asked if we could talk.
I let him sit in the living room while I stood by the door, arms folded.
He did not waste time. His voice broke as he said it.
I made the biggest mistake of my life. I cannot sleep. I cannot think. Everything feels wrong. I see your face when I close my eyes. I do not even know what I was chasing. She is nothing compared to you.
He cried like a child. I had never seen him like that. And even though part of me wanted to hug him, I stayed quiet.
I asked him why he did it.
He said he was stupid. That he thought he wanted excitement. That he got caught up in attention and forgot what real love looked like.
And then he begged for a second chance.
My heart was torn
I wanted to scream. I wanted to ask if he thought I was a toy he could drop and pick up again. I wanted to remind him of the nights I wept and the questions from our children.
But I also saw that he was broken. Not because I said anything. But because something in him had finally awakened.
The spell had worked.
It did not just bring him back. It brought the truth with him. The regret. The realization. The tears.
That is what I truly needed.
What happened next
I did not take him back immediately. I made him sleep in a hotel and prove he meant what he said. I watched his actions. He began calling every morning and showing up with groceries. He started joining me in picking up the kids. He wrote me a long letter that made me cry for hours.
Most of all, he became quiet. Respectful. Humble.
After two weeks, I let him come back home. Not because I missed the old him. But because he had started becoming someone better. Someone softer.
And our love now feels different. It is slower. Honest. He touches my back when I pass by. He asks about my day. He holds my hand in public again.
And the house help? She vanished. He said she was never the issue. He was.
Sometimes a spell is not about control
People often think love spells are about forcing someone to love you. But what I experienced was deeper. This spell opened a door for truth. It gave me power again. It gave me back my voice.
I used to sit and cry, wondering if I was unlovable. Now I sit and smile, knowing I am worth more than I ever gave myself credit for.
He said leaving me was the biggest mistake of his life. And I believe him.
But now I also believe in myself
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