I Paid Her Bride Price — But the Baby Was for My Younger Brother

I never thought shame could wear my face this boldly.

I met Amara through my younger brother, Chidi. She was respectful, God-fearing, and always came to our house with Chidi “as a friend.” I didn’t think much of it.

But when I started showing interest in her, Chidi backed off like a gentleman. He even teased me, saying,

“Oga, go for her if you like her o. Me, I no get money for wife.”

I took it as brotherly support.

After six months of dating, Amara told me she was pregnant. I was shocked, but also excited. I did the right thing — paid her bride price, rushed the introduction, and we began living as husband and wife.

But something always felt…off.

The baby was born two months earlier than expected — yet came out full-sized. My mother started whispering. My instincts started burning. I took the baby for a DNA test behind everyone’s back.

The result shattered me.

0.00% probability of paternity.

I confronted Amara. She broke down in tears and confessed — the baby was Chidi’s. They had been sleeping together before I even met her. She thought Chidi would never marry her, so she accepted my proposal instead.

I almost collapsed.

Now the entire village knows. My name is in mouths, and I feel like a fool. But what hurts most is knowing my own brother handed me a woman already carrying his child — and called it love.