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I married a married man and brought him to the UK, but you see, that’s not the whole story. There’s more. The last of it happened just three months ago. My whole life was turned upside down, looking at chaos and heartbreak right in the face. In the end, when everything came to light, he blamed evil forces.

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It’s going to be a long story with many twists and turns, but stay with me. Who knows, you might find a friend in me along the way. I didn’t think a day would come when I would have the courage to tell my story, but now that courage is here, please bear with me while I tell it all. This story is about a man who burned the little world beneath my feet just to keep himself warm.

I met Kyei through a friend during my national service in 2020. We started talking. I saw where he was trying to take the conversation, but I wasn’t interested in him, so I didn’t pay much attention. In one of our conversations, I realized he was married. It didn’t affect me because I wasn’t interested in him or his story. He said his marriage was falling apart. Things had gotten so bad that he was on the verge of divorcing his wife.

I listened but didn’t judge. I just nodded and brushed it off as one of the tales married men tell when they want to have a conversation. Emotionally, I was far away from him to be affected by his tales.

We lost touch until, in 2021, the universe brought us back again. This time, when we met, things turned on their head. I mean, emotionally. We started getting intimate. In my mind, it was just a casual affair, so I didn’t bother to ask about his marriage and how it was doing, whether it was in the ICU receiving special care or in a coma.

We had this thing going until one day I received a text from his phone. The message didn’t read like it was coming from him. It read like it was coming from a woman trying to warn me. It said, “Stay away from him. He’s a married man.”

Immediately, I felt awful. Like, how did I become the woman who steals another woman’s husband? I responded, “Sorry,” and decided to cut all contact with him.

But he came back stronger. He apologized for the message and told me his wife was troubled about the divorce and was doing everything to destroy his happiness. He sounded sincere. He looked like the victim who needed to be picked up from the floor. In my mind, all was not well, but out of naivety, I didn’t think through his excuses very well. I accepted his explanation, though something felt off about it.

I didn’t give him much space in my life until, in 2022, we reconnected and started being intimate again. By this time, I was planning to relocate from Ghana to the UK to pursue higher dreams in my career. He became more like a boyfriend to me, even though he hadn’t officially proposed.

He never took me to his house. We would meet in hotels, and when I once asked to visit his place, he said he lived with his sister because of the divorce and that it wouldn’t be ideal for us to have fun at a place he was perching. I believed him and let it go.

When the time came for me to travel to the UK in 2022, he was the one who drove me to the airport. Honestly, I thought that would be the last time I’d see him. Our relationship in Ghana was only physical, just ‘knack’ and bounce. It wasn’t even fulfilling. No cuddling, no touches; he never spent the night. We would just knack for about twenty-five minutes, and then he’d leave.

I still liked him, so I didn’t complain. He rarely texted or called. I was the one always initiating conversations, and at some point, it felt like I was forcing myself on him. So when I moved to the UK, I made up my mind to move on with my life and never look back at him again.

Surprisingly, once I arrived in the UK, he became very communicative. He was constantly calling, texting, and video calling. Out of the blue, he was confessing his love for me and doing things he never did while we were together in Ghana. I was confused. I told him, “When I was in Ghana, you never made me feel wanted. What we had didn’t go beyond knacking. What has changed?”

He insisted that he had only realized how much he loved me after I’d left and that being near me made him take me for granted, and it was my absence that had opened his eyes.

His explanation didn’t sit well with me, so I ended things with him and started a new relationship with Ryan. Men and their wahala. Just when I was thinking about Ryan as the man to steady the ship of my love life, he got his ex-girlfriend pregnant, and to make matters worse, he decided to build a life with his ex.

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He left me for her. Heartbroken, I picked up my phone and texted Kyei. I apologized for not believing him when he said he loved me. He welcomed me back without hesitation. That’s when I unknowingly walked into the lion’s den.

Part two comes up at exactly 10 a.m.

—Amanda

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