It was love at first sight when I approached her and tried to get her number. A woman like her—I thought getting her number would be difficult, but once we talked for a while and I asked her for it, she gave it to me. I didn’t intend to give her mine, but she asked, “Aren’t you going to give me your number too? Isn’t that how it’s done?” So I gave her my number.......CONTINUE READING THE ARTICLE FROM THE SOURCE>>>>>
That evening, I called her. She was responsive and attentive to a T. We talked and talked until the clock struck midnight. We said goodnight and picked up again the next day. By the time we met again, we were so deeply in love it was practically dripping off our skin. She came over with gifts. The women I’d dated never brought gifts, but she did. We talked, ate what she cooked, and also enjoyed what she was born with.
When she left, everything changed. She wasn’t as responsive as she used to be. I wanted to visit her, but she kept rescheduling. She took her time responding to my messages. “Dear, is everything alright?” I asked her. She responded, “I’m good. Don’t worry about me.”
Then I saw a photo of a child on her WhatsApp status. The resemblance was so striking I couldn’t ignore it, so I asked, “Is that your baby?” She answered, “Yeah, my second child.”
I was like, “Huh? You have children?” She responded, “Sorry, I didn’t tell you. I have two of them.” I was shocked, but because I loved her, I didn’t let that change anything. I thought she was being distant because she hadn’t told me about her children. I told her it was alright, and she seemed to come back to life.
She came to visit not long afterward, bearing gifts. The women I’d dated never brought gifts. Or have I said that already? Yeah, she came with a handful of gifts. She cooked, we shared laughter, and we shared passion. It was even better than the first time. We even did it again before she left.
When she left, again, everything changed. I thought, “Nah, there’s something wrong with this lady. Why does she change after we’ve had such a great time together?” This time was worse. She wouldn’t answer my calls. When I texted, she gave me one-word responses. I decided to pull away and watch her from a distance.
One day, she posted a photo of herself holding her first child in her left arm. I noticed a ring on her finger—not just any ring, but a wedding ring. I quickly called her, but she didn’t answer. I texted, “Are you married?”
She left me on read. I sent her a voice note before she finally replied, “Yeah, I’m married. Where do you think I got those children from? Things haven’t been good for a while. We were getting a divorce when I met you, but now we’re good. Marriage restored.”
To be honest, I thought she wasn’t well in the head. I mean, all this, and she didn’t tell me while we were busy talking from night till dawn? From that day on, she stopped talking to me altogether. I only witnessed her life through the reels of photos she posted on her status. I saw her husband—a nice-looking gentleman. I was going to send her a message to insult her or even threaten to expose her.While typing, her profile picture disappeared. My message showed one tick. My call didn’t go through. I had been blocked. Here I was, a man who swore never to get involved with another man’s wife. Even women with boyfriends—I stayed away from them. I was haunted by “what-ifs” for weeks until I finally decided to let it go because, after all, it wasn’t my fault.
