Ever since we started dating, he always joked that he would marry two women. I often laughed it off and filled it as, “One of those things he likes to say.” I was convinced he had eyes for only me. That’s how intense our love was. Because I felt it so deeply, I assumed he felt it in the same measure.

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I am currently doing my top-up in nursing. The plan is for us to get married after I am done. The tentative date for our wedding is in March 2026. And I can’t lie, thoughts of marrying him fill me with so much excitement.

I love him in ways I cannot describe with words. Even more than myself. How could I not? He is an amazing boyfriend. He has been good to me in so many ways. For instance, he is the one who paid my school fees.

Every month, he pays my subscription for my monthly data package. It doesn’t end there. He provides me with anything else I need. All I have to do is name a need or a want: “How much is it?” He would ask and then send me money to take care of the cost.

Sadly, my wonderful boyfriend dismantled the joy in the relationship with the dreaded phrase, “There is something I need to tell you.” It’s been a turbulent two months since then.

He confessed, “Babe, I didn’t mean to but I impregnated another lady.” And there I was, thinking he was rather going to say, “I want us to travel outside the country.” Instead, it was a news that wrecked my world. I couldn’t be any further from reality.

I asked how it happened and he said, “I am not even sure it is mine. I remember pulling out. And I bought her the morning-after pill.” Hearing him talk about his intimate relations with another woman left me feeling shocked, confused, and speechless. That betrayal remains a knife sticking out of my chest.

He said he is sorry. The lady doesn’t live in Accra so they did it only once. It happened in October, and he forgot about her until she reached out this year and announced that she was five months pregnant.

Initially, he was determined not to get involved with the pregnancy journey. “Maybe it’s my money she wants. I won’t give her a dime,” he declared.

I was the one who quieted the storm that raged within him. “I know this changes everything for you but be patient,” I said, “You have to be present for her and do what is expected of you. Send her money to go to the antenatal clinic. Provide for her needs. When the baby comes you can do a DNA test.”

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Now, the lady’s family have seen that my fiancé is a giver so they are no longer settling for him to take responsibility for the pregnancy. They are asking him to marry her. He refused flatly at first but I can tell he is beginning to crack under their pressure.

He hardly checks up on me these days. When I asked what was going on, he told me he was also going through a lot.

I understand that these are big changes for all of us. That’s why despite my depression and the pain of his betrayal, I am still here for him. I want him to talk to me so that I can help him in any way I can.

He hurt me when he cheated but I forgive him. I don’t want to lose him. I am thirty-one. At my age, I  don’t know where or how I am going to start over if he leaves me. Please keep me in your prayers, and leave a word of advice for me.

—Sese

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