Life Hack Stories & Experiences

I slept so deeply yesterday after completing my daily routine and night chores. I took a warm bath, feeling exhausted, and drifted off into a heavy slumber. When I woke up in the morning, I was met with a sickness that took me by surprise. I felt so weak that I could barely extend my hands.

My joints ached, My bones felt like they were broken and my muscles were weak. I couldn’t do anything for myself and lay in bed, whimpering softly, like a child in pain. Headache clouded my thoughts, making it nearly impossible for me to focus.

Just getting up to brush my teeth felt like an impossible task. Finding something to eat felt equally challenging as if each small movement was a fight. Someone who was strong before sleep and took for granted my health just the day before.

In my state, I reached out to my neighbor, hoping he could help me buy some medication. He informed me that he was heading to church, and that’s when it hit me that I had completely lost track of time and missed church service myself. The reality of my sickness weighed heavily on me.

As the minutes ticked by and no one came to my aid, I realized I couldn’t wait any longer. Picking up the smallest of strength, I decided to go out and get the drugs myself. It was quite a distance, but somehow, I pushed through. With determination, I made the journey to the pharmacy and back, feeling a mix of tiredness and heightened headache.

Once home, I took the medication and managed to eat some fruits which was the only thing in my stomach from morning until evening. My stomach felt empty, and I longed for real food, but my body was too weak to handle anything heavy.

I called my mother about five days ago to relate to her about my supervisor and how he has been incompetent and very wicked concerning our seminar differences. I had come to my mum, and she promised to take action about it. Well, first, she went to the prayer house and collected some Bible verses.

She was determined to pray for me and my situation, believing that divine intervention could help turn things around. My mother went on to share the verses with me, encouraging me to meditate on them and trust that things would improve. She always had a way of uplifting my spirits.

In the following days, I noticed a slight shift in my supervisor's behavior. While I wouldn't say he completely changed overnight, there were moments when he seemed less critical and more open to dialogue. I continued to follow my mother’s advice, praying and holding onto hope.

But I also knew I had to take some proactive steps. I started preparing for the seminar more diligently, gathering my materials and reviewing my presentations. I wanted to be well-prepared, not only to impress my supervisor but also to prove to myself that I could rise above the challenges.

My supervisor call me just some days ago, apologizing for how things had gone and a possible solution to it.
It was just a miracle! And prayers can never be overrated.

I was very tired after my lectures in the evening, and began walking back home when I met our university security officer, quarrelling with a certain guy in front of the university's sport field, to the extent that they almost exchanged blows. As tired as I was, I was forced to stop and asked what the problem was. The field has a tennis court, basket ball court, football field, and an enough space for leisure and sitout. They were the only ones there.

The guy was about entering the field to have his quiet time, as there was no one else there. The security officer walked up to him and yelled at him to leave the field, the guy picked offense at the harsh behavior from the security officer. The guy told the security officer that he is a student, and asked why he's not allowed to enter the field, the security officer continued his reply in harsh and offensive tone, refusing to give the guy a reason.

This ignited the quarrel that almost led to exchange of fist blows. The field was restricted from student's access, no one was allowed to enter there, that's because a student was raped and killed there last semester, in the dark evening. So since then, the school authority banned everyone from going there, the guy had just returned from his Industrial Training (IT), so he didn't know about it. The security officer was bent on being rude to the guy, other than nicely explaining to the guy.

I explained to the guy why the field was restricted, he was okay with it, but still pissed off at how the security officer talked to him, he didn't know because he wasn't around. The security officer mellowed down after realizing that the guy wasn't around, he apologized to the guy for being harsh to him. The guy accepted the apology and went his way, it was a small issue, but have the potentials of escalating to something very big. The security officer should have been nice in his approach.

The two of them almost fought, if not that I intervened, something a little nice and soft approach would have handled nicely. The security officer was doing his job, but the manner he went about it was offensive. Words have ways of hurting people very deeply, especially when the person is passing through tough times, some sweet words will go a long way in healing the person a bit. No matter the circumstance, the first manner of approach should be gentle and nice, else, you risk sparking a fight that should have never been.

About two weeks ago, I bought a shampoo that I wasn't familiar with. I didn’t have much information about it in terms of hair conditioning, but when I saw it, I asked the seller for recommendations. She assured me it was of high quality, so I decided to take it home and try something new. Usually, I don’t buy products that I don’t trust or haven’t used before because they often lead to problems. However, this time, I thought it would be a good idea to experiment and hoped it could become a recommendation for others.

At first, my hair felt nice after using the shampoo. It had been dry and lacking life, but it seemed to improve after the wash. Unfortunately, just two days later, my hair started to fall out rapidly. I noticed it especially when combing my hair and felt the strands slip through my fingers.

Panicking about my hair, I called my sister, who is passionate about cosmetics and hair products. She suggested a simple remedy: the water extracted from parboiling rice. I was skeptical, but I decided to give it a try. I used it once, then again, and my hair looked better than it had in a long time.

Initially, I didn’t want to give any credit to the conditioner, but now I wonder if using the conditioner along with the water from parboiled rice might really be the secret. For those who know, I think the water from parboiled rice works wonders for hair.

I was so bored today. After exhausting almost everything on my phone, I started early in the morning with a novel I had read, a particular one that had just a few pages left to finish. Once I finished that, I looked at the last movie I had on my phone. Then, I went online on Mindviewers, where I browsed through some headlines and acquainted myself with the updated news. After that, there was nothing more left to do; I was so bored, and my phone seemed very empty.

I entered TikTok, but I just couldn't feel the excitement from it. They had clogged up my feed with old videos I'd already watched and uninteresting clips, so I had to exit the app. As I couldn't find anything to do, I scrolled through my app menu, and that's when I discovered a new app.

It was a game I had downloaded about three months last year but hadn't played until now. I had spent around 500MB trying to download it because the advertisement looked awesome, and I was eager to try it out. Now that I noticed the game again, I decided to play it and see what it was like.

I was impressed by the graphics and overall design. The only bad thing about it was that it required data to play, which limited its usability for me. I didn't want to use up all my data just because I was playing a game. However, it did occupy my time for several hours, giving me a fun distraction while I postponed doing other things.

There is this laundry guy that lives in the same compound with me, he graduated about a year ago, he has a laundry shop which he didn't take seriously back then. He paid one boy like that to work for him, because he felt too lazy to handle his own business. At the end of the week, the boy normally hands him 6k, that it's all he made for the week, and at the end of the month, he will still have to pay the boy his monthly salary.

This laundry guy literally did nothing, he stayed in the house all day, playing games and gisting and flexing his life, something that someone in his early 30s shouldn't be doing. And idleness has a way of making someone look useless and miserable, the guy got into so many quarrels with other tenants several times, and got himself involved in unnecessary gossips that later escalated into something unexpected. It continued like this right from the time I moved into the compound.

A month after he graduated, I don't know what transpired, but he suddenly changed and started taking his life more seriously. The boy he employed to work for him ran away with his money and people's clothes. He started handling his business full-time, and he made over 30k in a week, compared to the 6k the boy always brought to him, meaning that the boy has been syphoning over 80% of the money made. He had no time to waste in the house all day, less time for play and gossips, which is better.

He always had money problems back then, but now he has even bought a new phone, fridge and TV, gets to show that you can't fully trust somebody with your business, you must fully supervise it. He is currently making plans to marry, which is very big development. He had to leave his comfort zone to be able to achieve all this, if not, he will still be there at home, without thinking of the next step in life. And I have really observed closely, he hasn't got into a quarrel with anybody since then.

He now enjoys the business, I don't know what he was thinking as at that time, there's money in the business, he just had to determine to do it himself. I relate it to other things, you can't sleep at home all day and expect progress, you must leave your comfort zone and enter into the tough zone, that is where all the gold is. A new year, there should be a dream, if there was already a dream, push on till you achieve it. There is no two ways about it, it's either you succeed or you fail in life.

For the past two weeks, the Harmattan season has been harsh, with its dry and dusty air making me prefer staying indoors. Since I traveled, I’ve barely stepped outside the compound. The weather makes it difficult to even think about going out, but today I have no choice. There are important things I need to buy before school resumes and academic activities kick off in full.

I already expected prices to be higher than last year, so I wasn’t shocked by the inflation. I had prepared my mind and my budget, which made the shopping trip less stressful. The real challenge, however, was finding a store that was open. Most shops were locked, and my brother and I had to walk a little farther than usual to find one.

Eventually, we found a small store that had everything we needed. We quickly grabbed the necessary items and wrapped up our shopping in about 20 minutes. On our way back, we greeted neighbors and exchanged cheerful “Happy New Year” wishes. The walk back felt much shorter as the streets were lively, and the festive spirit was still in the air.

Now that I’m back home, I’m thinking of frying some of the fish I bought for lunch. Breakfast time is long gone, and I’m starting to feel hungry. A plate of fried fish might just be the perfect way to reward myself after braving the Harmattan and completing my errands.

woke up early, feeling excited and ready for my trip. I had everything planned, and it seemed like the perfect day to travel. But when I got to the bus park, my excitement quickly faded.

The place was packed, and there were hardly any buses in sight. I found out that the holiday season had just ended, and everyone wanted to travel at the same time. The few buses that were there were taken in no time, leaving many people, including me, without a ride.

Before I could even reach the ticket counter, the last bus was fully booked. I stood there in shock as the driver closed the doors and drove away. My plans were ruined, and I had to postpone my trip until tomorrow.

Feeling disappointed, I walked back home, thinking about what the situation could be the next day. As I make my way home the feeling of the unexpected delay was just all over my head. Tomorrow was going to be another day to try again

I just finished serving my family egusi soup and went to my room to eat mine alone. I wanted to hear what they would say about the soup from there. Not long after, I heard my dad say, "This soup is 100/100 minus nothing," and the others burst out laughing. I smiled to myself, happy they enjoyed it.

The laughter didn’t last long because the room became quiet again. My dad loves silence whenever he’s watching the news, so everyone settled down quickly. I relaxed, thinking the evening was back to normal. Suddenly, I heard my dad’s voice again, "China, una don start again," and my elder brother added, "Which one be HMPV? This one na season 2 of 2020."

I rushed out of my room to see what was happening. The TV screen showed a headline about a new disease in China called Human Metapneumovirus (HMPV). They showed people wearing face masks, just like the early days of COVID-19. My heart skipped a beat as the memories of lockdown, fear, and uncertainty came rushing back.

I stood there for a moment, unsure of what to feel. After a while, I went back to my room and sat quietly. “God, please don’t let this turn into another lockdown,” I prayed. I didn’t know what else to do, so I just sat there, hoping this wouldn’t be a repeat of 2020.

The festive period is over, now our regular lives continues, the decisions people took during the season is already taking a toll on some people, it's not going to be funny, January will have 70 days to some people. People spend and forget that they have a life after the season. Most people gather money from January till November, with the sole aim of lavishing it all in December, and start all over again the next year, how much more pathetic can it get.

Just the first day of a new year, somebody is already asking me to help him out with transportation fare, to travel from his village back to where he normally stays. This is the same person that was busy oppressing other people, with pictures of outings with girlfriend and friends, spending money as if Elon Musk is his father. I thought that he did really have more than enough to spare, but now it's clear that he was trying to impress people and feel among too.

Ever since I learnt to spend accords to my pocket, I have not had any problem that has to do with money. I spent money during this season, yes, but it was according to my capacity, not more than I have. The guy can't subject me to pressure now, I won't displease myself to please him, so I simply told him "No". I didn't lend him any money, I told him that I'm also traveling back to school, which is money draining, I won't face the penalty for his deeds.

Now if he successfully gets the money from somebody, and travels back to where he stays, has he thought about how he will feed? Certainly his own January will have up to 100 days, still he won't learn, he will repeat the same mistake again this year's December. If this January looks tough to anyone, the person should assess the way he spent during the festive period, he will agree with me that he spent too much. The guy now seems to be angry with me, for refusing to help him out with the transportation fare, hmm.

I told the guy many things; this is a new year, and if you don't have any big dream you have made up your mind to achieve, you're not going to get much out of this year. Write it down if possible, set targets for yourself or you will end up joining the general target; which is to work and save up to lavish all in December. There are people that their lives evolves round this cycle, not nice. Living under pressure is not my kind of thing anymore, that's the only way to have all round peace of mind. Have a wonderful year.

I didn’t have the chance to tell you all how I ended up managing my savings and Christmas expenditures.
Yes, I had withdrawn some cash about two days before Christmas, and my aim was to cover just the necessary basic needs. Things like food stuffs and some beverages for preparing things like salads and the rest during this festive period.

Well, it went as planned; I won’t lie. The money I had saved in my wallet, along with contributions from mindviewers, played a huge role in making my Christmas an awesome day. Even though prices had skyrocketed in the market, I had to bargain a lot before I could manage that money and come home with something tangible.

For the new year celebration, I didn't save anything in my MindViewers wallet, but I'm glad that I'm seeing the new year, and everything I need for the celebration is already ready. All thanks to the Lord! I'm feeling grateful for the blessings and looking forward to what this year will bring.
Next year must be great.

I was really tired of listening to my friend gossip about his roommate. It bothered me, not only because I didn’t like the way he talked about this guy, but also because gossip just felt so petty. Typically, I’m more of a listener than a talker, and I found myself stuck in this conversation while he rambled on, believing I was enjoying it. I gave him what he thought was my full attention, but inside, I was struggling.

It was hard for me to speak up. I wanted to tell him to stop gossiping and also to remind him that he was a man and should rise above this. I wanted to say that we all make mistakes, and his roommate wasn’t worth all this negativity. Yet, I couldn't find the words to confront him. He was so cheerful, laughing loudly and turning every little evdnt that he narrated into something funny. But I couldn’t join in on the laughter.

So there I was in silence, listening as he continued to share his ridiculous stories. It felt like no matter how much I didn’t want to hear it, the conversation kept going on. And when it finally came time for him to leave, I just sat there, still thinking about how a full grown man visited me just to gossip and talk about his fellow man.

What happened yesterday still makes me laugh when I think about it. I was on my way home from work when I noticed a woman selling star fruit by the roadside. I decided to stop and buy some. After choosing what I wanted and agreeing on the price, I brought out a 1,000 Naira note to pay. But as soon as I pulled the money out of my bag, a small boy grabbed it from my hand and tried to run away.

Before he could get far, a very muscular man who had been standing nearby stopped him. He grabbed the boy with so much force and even lifted him off the ground. I couldn’t stop laughing at how the situation was playing out. The man seemed ready to teach the boy a serious lesson, but I felt sorry for him. Maybe the boy was just hungry, I thought.

The 1,000 Naira was returned to me, and I quickly paid for my star fruit. I asked the woman to add a few extra pieces so I could give them to the boy. It felt like the right thing to do, and I wanted to let him know I wasn’t angry. The muscular man stood there the entire time, making sure the boy didn’t try anything else. He even gave him a few light knocks on the head to warn him not to misbehave again.

In the end, we all laughed about it, and the situation ended peacefully. The boy got some star fruit, the muscular man seemed satisfied he had done his part, and I left with my money and my fruit.

It's the season of the celebration of the birth of Jesus, celebrations of different forms is at play currently. This is the best Christmas celebration I have ever had, in the sense that I am not under any kind of tension, I'm celebrating according to my capacity, and above all, I am not pleasing anybody and displeasing myself. Christmas is about the celebration of the birth of our Saviour, and not going into depression to please people, but sadly this was my case.

My friends have always looked up to me, in seasons like this, to take them out, fund their Christmas celebration and buy gifts for them. I can not remember ever looking up to any of my friends during this season for any kind of benefit, I was always the one in the spotlight. And it was not as if I had more money than them, it was just that I loved putting smiles on people's faces. But I was doing all this at a high cost; displeasing myself and sending myself into depression.

Most times, nothing will be left for me after this season, as I would have spent everything to make my friends happy. What am awful life. I have promised not to pass my limits in spending, and this Christmas is evidence that I've kept my words. What I find funny is that as usual, my friends have contacted me and asked me if I'm take them out, good for me I learnt how to say 'NO' to people. More funny how about three of my friends have sent their bank account details to my WhatsApp.

I didn't tell any of them to send their bank account details, I've told them that they are the ones to host me this season, but unfortunately, no one has invited me to anywhere, not even to share a plate of rice. It's now as if I was always the one moving the motion, and nothing would be done without me. Well, it's not bad to be the only one giving out and making others happy, but that will only happy when I'm capable enough, not spending more than you have.

I have a lot of plans for next year, so I'm not going to spend more than I'm supposed to. I have still been able to split some amount and celebrate this season with my family members, and I'm not feeling depressed like other years, no kind of tension, I'm perfectly alright. My account has not been wounded. Moving forward, I'm never displeasing myself to please others again, it's Christmas, and we're even supposed to share with others, and show love and peace and care, not extorting from others

Enjoy the season!
Happy new year in advance!

I returned home for Christmas about two days ago, and I must say that these past two days have been some of the best two days of my life. I never knew I could sleep before 11 PM, but in the last two days, I have been asleep by 8 PM, which really baffles me. I’m quite surprised by this change.
Seemed like the thought of school was cleared of my head and allowing me the freedom of enjoying quality sleep.

I had always thought my body couldn’t handle sleeping any earlier than 11 PM, but these two days have proven me wrong. I’ve been getting quality rest and finding myself waking up around 5 AM each day. This early wake fills me with energy, and I can even see a glow in my skin! Honestly, nothing pleases me more.

School can be really stressful, but I know it’s something that must be completed. After all, one must finish school to find their purpose in life. Until then, I wish you all a joyous Christmas! Do celebrate well, and please don’t forget to leave my chicken!

It's always funny how it becomes so hard to keep saving when you actually have access to that money at any point in time. Well, I decided to accumulate a little bit of cash here on MindViewers. It’s been quite a challenging task to reserve the money and watch it grow daily, from nothing to a little something.

We all know how the economy has been. Even with #100,000 now, the probability of celebrating a stable Christmas still feels a bit shaky. So, I’m actually planning for my Christmas to focus on being happy and making my siblings and those who look up to me happy as well on that day, rather than overspending or stressing over material things.

It's very hard to save. Each day, I look at the money and think about taking out #10,000 or even #5000, But consistently, God has been helping me.

I had the biggest fight in my 7th journey about 3 days ago, or maybe it was 2 days ago; I can't remember exactly which day it was. On that day, I had some bills that I needed to settle, and I looked at this money. It took me several hours contemplating whether to make a withdrawal for the next day or just pretend like the money wasn't there. I'm very glad that, after everything, I actually chose to pretend like the money wasn't there, and it worked for me. I was able to fix the bill and continue with my life. I pray that God continues to give me this grace so that Christmas will be as joyous as anticipated— not too much, but just beautiful and something worthy to remember.

I am someone very conscious of the kind of soap that I use to take my bath. I’ve realized that some soaps, which I used while growing up, had a noticeable effect on my skin and even on my entire mood for the day. At around 18 years old, I decided to stick with a particular soap that has been good to me: Eva soap.

The other soaps I tried always led to either a skin reaction or inexplicable mood swings that I couldn't quite understand or explain scientifically. That's just the way it is for me. Soaps like Ivory soap, Imperial Leather soap, Premium soap, and Hawaii soap, despite their pleasant scents, cause irritation and rashes on my skin.

I went to my friend's place about a week ago, and while I was there, I noticed the super pack of soap that he had bought. The name of the soap was Premier Cool. I looked at it and admired its features. I examined the ingredients used in making it, and they all seemed simple, so I decided to take a piece of the bath soap and bring it home with me.

After I tried the soap and used it for my bath, I found that it was actually great! I really enjoyed the menthol or, should I say, mint scent that it left on my body. The sensation was out of this world. I used it on a sunny day, and after my bath, I felt cold and refreshed. It was just so awesome! However, I did worry about possible skin reactions.

After taking my bath, I went to bed. The next morning, I woke up and checked my body and fortunately there was no rashes.
Premier cool is cheaper and under this our current capsizing economy, cheaper things takes up first place.

Early this morning, one of my good friends who lives overseas called to let me know he was back in Nigeria and needed someone to fix his satellite. After hearing the details of the job, I assured him I knew someone who could handle it perfectly. Once we hung up, I quickly called another friend who’s an expert installer and told him someone would be contacting him soon for a job. He agreed, and I ended the call.

I then called my overseas friend back and gave him the installer’s contact details. He thanked me and said he would reach out right away. But not long after, he called me again to say the installer’s line wasn’t going through. Curious, I decided to try the number myself. To my surprise, it wasn’t connecting. I even borrowed other people’s phones to try, but the line still refused to go through. We kept trying from morning until evening, but nothing worked.

Unfortunately, my overseas friend couldn’t wait any longer, and the job had to be given to someone else. I was frustrated because everything had been planned out so smoothly, yet something beyond our control ruined it. I kept wondering what could have happened to the installer’s phone.

Finally, close to midnight, the installer called me back. He told me he had lost his phone in the morning. I felt so bad for him. I knew he was skilled and really needed the job, and I had done everything possible to help. But it seemed like bad luck had its own plans that day.

I bought my favorite food, and after eating, I started feeling some stomach pains. At first, I didn’t think much of it, after all, it was something I loved eating. But the pain got worse, and soon, I could barely breathe. It was clear that I needed help. I rushed to the nearest clinic, hoping to get some medicine to ease the pain quickly.

When I got there, I met a woman who was clearly dealing with a lot herself. She had suffered a stroke, and her office door was wide open. Her movements were slow, and even talking seemed difficult for her. Seeing her struggle like that broke my heart. This was someone who had spent seven years studying medicine, and yet here she was, suffering with disabilities. I felt deep sympathy for her.

As I waited for her to prescribe my medication, she asked for my name. I told her, and it took her almost 20 seconds to repeat it back to me. Each word seemed to take so much effort, but she kept going. Her hands moved slowly as she wrote down my details, and I could feel the frustration of how long it took.

Finally, she finished writing and handed me the medicine. In that moment, all I felt was gratitude and respect for her. Despite her struggles, she was still there, helping others in any way she could. As I turned to leave, I couldn’t help but say, “God be with you, ma.” She looked at me and said softly, “Thank you, my son.”

Walking out of the clinic, the pain in my stomach didn’t seem as bad anymore. My mind was filled with thoughts of her strength and endurance.

Mixing my project with work, exams, seminar topics, and literature reviews has been utterly exhausting. I barely have any time for myself each day. Every second feels so precious, and I think I'm enjoying it, if not for the overwhelming fatigue that engulfs me afterwards. Right now, I'm battling my eyes as they threaten to close on their own, weighed down by a mix of fright and awe at the tasks ahead. I will make sure that doesn't happen.

Last week, we wrote two exam papers, and more still await us before we can retire for the holiday. In addition to that, we have two more exam papers to complete. The project is particularly time-consuming, consuming my days from morning until night.

I want to take a moment to thank God for a website that I discovered today. This project has helped me in various ways that not everyone sees or understands. I’ve gained access to an array of tools: many website tools, editing tools, generative tools, and assisting tools that make my work much easier.

Particularly speaking, I found out about this incredible website just yesterday, and I must say, it’s been the best resource I could have hoped for. I was able to write an entire chapter in less than an hour, complete with thorough screening and proper references attached.

After only a day of using it, I'm starting to truly enjoy the process. The ease and efficiency it brings to my writing make it a game-changer for me.

Being haunted by the dirty things someone did in the past is just the way to describe this story, we have to learn now or we "learn the hard way", according to VeryDarkMan. Just the other day, my neighbor who just signed out from the university, was following up a dispute between her coursemates, which escalated to something, and is still escalating to something bigger. It's just like someone about to receive a crown, but then a coffin of dirty secrets that was buried for years, got exhumed and opened.

My neighbor's coursemate, a girl by name Cynthia, who is pregnant and was supposed to get married to the father of her baby on the 28th of December, 2024, had a little misunderstanding with her fellow female coursemates, they confronted their selves physically and Cynthia slapped one of them. The coursemates, who were once her friends and partners in crime, knew in and out of her and vowed to bring her down with the information they had about her.

The coursemates released stuffs about Cynthia public, with evidence which includes pictures and videos, and also sent them to her husband to be. In Cynthia's past, she has worked as an escort girl, stripper, worked in a prostitution company, has slept with married man, several abortions and has slept with numerous lecturers. Her friends had evidence of the things they presented against her. She was even said to have slept with a lecturer of recent, while preparing for her wedding.

All this were sent to her husband to be, which raised a big question; whether truly the guy is the father of the baby. The guy called off the wedding, and wants to do a DNA test after the child is born, to confirm if it's his. I doubt that Cynthia still sees the sky as blue, it must be looking like black to her. The disgrace is huge, her family is very disappointed, her father even disowned her, people are scared that she might commit suicide.

Wedding that was supposed to happen in less than a month, shattered right before her eyes, everything has crapped on her. She upsetted her friends and they decided to spill her buried secrets and ruin her life, they succeeded. But then I feel that if she was able to open up to the guy before now, and tell him everything, the guy would have forgiven and believe that she has changed. Instead, she still continued in the act while preparing for wedding, see where it's landed her.