I’ve been writing about love and the regrets of men who chase fantasies that leave them trapped in painful love triangles. But behind these men are women who don’t just slip into infidelity. Some go even further — using spiritual, psychological, or emotional manipulation to create chaos in another woman’s life.
When I wrote “The Diabolical Third Wheel” and “I Remember What You Did”, those pieces focused on stories women shared about their men’s weaknesses, their wandering spirit, the trap of what people call love spells, and the devastations that followed.
Now, lets talk about the elephant in the room —the women behind the scenes.
The ones who believe that borrowing another woman’s happiness will lead to their own. The ones willing to hurt another woman if it means getting what they want.
The ones who confuse desire with destiny.
Borrowed Happiness: Wanting a Life That Isn’t Ours
In “I Remember What You Did”, I describe how fragile a marriage becomes when “another woman” enters with longing, envy, or the simple hunger to feel wanted again.
Borrowed happiness is subtle. It can look like:
- admiring another woman’s marriage until admiration becomes obsession
- believing her blessings should have been yours
- convincing yourself you can step into her life without consequences
- dreaming that another woman’s man will soothe the ache in your own heart
But over time, I’ve learned something deeper: many women go to great lengths — sometimes for years — to manipulate energies, circumstances, and relationships so they can claim what belongs to someone else.
I’ve seen women fight in the streets, clawing at each other for a man. I’ve seen messy, loud battles. But I’ve also seen quiet, spiritual, and strategic maneuvering — like a million-dollar boardroom chess game.
In “The Diabolical Third Wheel,” the mistress became the family’s close friend for years. She studied the wife, copied and mirrored her, and positioned herself as the perfect replacement. And when she found a moment to twist the spiritual energy in her favor, she took it.
The fallout was devastating for everyone involved.
What we often forget is that many partnerships are divinely orchestrated. They’re not random. People come together because there are lessons to learn, souls to grow, wounds to heal, or destinies to fulfill.
Longing for another woman’s path — her luck, her partner, her joy — pulls you into spiritual territory that is never stable. Because the truth is simple:
You can’t wear another woman’s shoes without feeling the stones meant for her feet. And you can’t step into her chapter without inheriting the pages that shaped her story — the beautiful ones and the painful ones.
Why Some Women Try to Trap Love
Most “other woman” stories don’t begin with wicked intentions. They begin with emptiness.
With needing validation. With wanting to be chosen. With someone showing up at the worst moment and saying all the right things.
- Some women chase love because they’re tired of waiting.
- Some because their life feels stagnant.
- Some because jealousy eats at them.
- Some because revenge feels easier than healing.
- Some because heartbreak twists their judgment.
And some… some simply want what another woman has because they believe her happiness will fix their own pain.
Here’s a truth whispered with softness:
If you must destroy another woman to get a man, it isn’t love — it’s hunger. And hunger never stays satisfied.
No woman — not even the one who “wins” — walks away whole from a love built on someone else’s tears.
Why Love Can’t Be Trapped
In “This Looks Like Love”, I described how real love feels like grace — free, gentle, unforced. And in “Divine Partnership”, I wrote about how people enter our lives with purpose, not coincidence.
Love, at its core, is fluid.
One time while meditating, I saw love as a current — a frequency shifting colors and shapes. Purples, pinks, reds, golds. It was moving like water. Alive and vibrant. It looked something like this image.
But the moment I tried to control it — to hold it still — it vanished.
That small moment taught me something big:
Love cannot be trapped, and anything trapped is not love.
A man who can be taken from his home can be taken from you.
A man who can be manipulated will be manipulated again.
A man held by fear or spells belongs to no one — not even himself.
Love meant for you arrives without destruction.
Love borrowed from another woman storms into your life with chaos attached.
Borrowed Happiness Destroys More Than It Gives
I once told a story about a man who prayed for wealth — not realizing the blessing was tied to the woman beside him. When he harmed her, the blessing vanished.
His downfall wasn’t random. His wealth was not his alone. It was part of the partnership, part of the divine pairing.
Now imagine another woman entering a story like that.
She sees the man’s success, the glow of his relationship, the stability he projects. She believes the marriage is the source of her envy because she sees him through another woman’s light.
But the moment she breaks that union, the moment she steps into the center of a story not written for her, the blessing collapses — for him and for her.
Because the blessing was never in the man. It was in the partnership.
Reaching for borrowed happiness means inheriting borrowed destruction. Carrying karma that was never yours.
This isn’t punishment. It’s spiritual order.
Destinies are wired like electrical systems. Pull one wire, and everything flickers.
And…Why It’s Never About the Spell
People love to talk about love spells, as if they are shortcuts to devotion. But most spells don’t create love. They activate wounds.
The same wounds I described in “Don’t Jinx Yourself” — blind spots, trauma, insecurities, patterns he never healed.
A woman casting a spell isn’t pulling him toward love, she’s tapping into the cracks already in him.
But here’s the thing:
When you open a crack, everything eventually falls through it.
The woman who “wins” the man becomes the one sitting in the middle of his demons — the ones he refuses to face.
She didn’t trap him, his wounds did.
And wounds don’t stay loyal. They wander. They look for new hosts. They cause turmoil wherever they go.
What feels like a short-term victory becomes a spiritual bill that arrives years later with interest.
How Do You Find Love That’s Truly Yours?
Real love doesn’t require competition or manipulation. It doesn’t require erasing another woman. It arrives when you are aligned with yourself.
Divine love comes when:
- your healing softens you
- your fear loosens its grip
- your self-worth takes root
- your spirit is open but not desperate
- your identity stands tall on its own
If you ever find yourself wanting another woman’s life, ask:
Why do I believe her blessing is the only version of happiness available to me?
You don’t need a borrowed destiny. You can build your own.
I know this from experience. Even when the wrong man tried to dim my light, the foundation of my strength wasn’t in him. It was in me, in my education, career, resilience, and the woman I kept becoming despite him.
Your destiny is portable.
Your blessing is mobile.
Your timing is still divine.
The True Break in the Cycle: Women Supporting Women
We are not each other’s competition even when life tries to convince us otherwise.
When we envy another woman, we shrink.
When we learn from her, we rise.
Borrowed happiness collapses under its weight. But shared wisdom multiplies.
Imagine if:
- we asked women in healthy relationships how they built them
- we admired without coveting
- we celebrated without comparing
- we believed divine timing has room for everyone
Imagine the world we’d build if we stopped stealing from each other and started listening to each other.
A Gentle Closing
If you’ve been the wife whose world broke, I see you.
If you’ve been the other woman caught in something deeper than you understood, I see you too.
If you’ve felt lonely, tempted, or insecure — you are human.
This isn’t about blame. It’s about clarity.
Your happiness has your name on it.
Your destiny has your fingerprint.
Your love story has your divine signature.
You never need to borrow what’s already yours.
