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When he returned from Ghana in October 2024, I started asking him about our official wedding plans. I had given birth, and my family was expecting the next step. But his responses were vague and dismissive. He even said the divorce wasn’t finalized yet. That was my wake-up call. Questions started flooding my mind:

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“Is this man truly divorced as he claimed?”
“Have I made a mistake?”
“Why haven’t I spoken to his parents all this while?”
“Do they even know I exist?”

He was always on his phone, making long, private calls in the other room or stepping out to talk. I never questioned him because I didn’t want to seem insecure or controlling. But my gut kept telling me something was wrong.

Then I remembered that message I received in 2023 from the supposed wife. I had blocked her number but never deleted it. I decided to investigate. One night, I got access to his phone, dialed her number, and saw it was saved under a man’s name.

I searched the name on WhatsApp, found their chat, and opened it. My mouth stayed open the entire time. I was shattered.

They had messaged each other just two hours earlier, professing love for each other. I scrolled up and saw endless messages, calls, and love confessions. I was shaking. I couldn’t believe it. I took screenshots as evidence.

When I confronted him, he said, “Oh, those chats? I was just pretending with her. It’s advice from my lawyer just to make her sober and convince her to agree to the divorce.”

I was stunned. Nothing made sense anymore. I started recognizing inconsistencies in his stories. He had forgotten some of his own lies. That was when I realized I had been manipulated.

I called the police twice, trying to get him out of the house, but because he hadn’t physically abused me and was on the tenancy agreement, they couldn’t remove him. All this happened in December 2024. In January 2025, I found out I was pregnant again.

I looked up and said to myself, “Naaa, I can’t bring another child into this mess. I have to let this one go.” It was painful and heartbreaking, but I had no choice. I let it go so I could have a sane mind and a little liberty to handle the situation at hand.

He kept apologizing and trying to win me back. He said I could call his wife myself if I didn’t believe him. That made no sense to me. I just wanted him out of the house.

Eventually, I contacted the Home Office and canceled his visa. It was the hardest decision I had to make, but it was necessary. I couldn’t live with someone who was still married.

Surprisingly, after the visa cancellation, he was still kind to me. He bought me a new laptop and suggested a trip together. He became more caring than ever. I got confused again. I thought, “Was I wrong to take him off my visa? Did I act too fast? But if all he wanted was a visa, why is he still so nice after it’s been canceled?”

I still cared for him, and I was scared of being alone, especially as a working mother. I asked him one night about his plans. He said his company didn’t sponsor visas, but he wanted to ask me to help reinstate it for the sake of our child. Hmm, I know you’ll be angry, but guess what? I agreed to reinstate him but told him to move out once it was done. We agreed to co-parent while he sorted out his divorce.

After reinstating his visa, this guy wouldn’t leave. He kept saying he hadn’t found the right place. I was patient with him until April when something else came up.

While he was cooking, his phone rang. It was a WhatsApp call. I saw the profile picture. It was his wife again. He had re-saved her number under a different male name this time.

That was it. I knew I had to do something. I mustered the courage and reached out to his wife, asking if she and her husband were still together as a married couple.

At first, the conversation was rocky. She didn’t understand why I was asking. I had to be careful with my words because, by then, I was beginning to wonder if this was a scheme between both of them to use me as a route to the UK. After a few messages, she finally opened up.

They were still legally married. Not only that, outside their marriage, Kyei had another family. He had another woman with whom he had a two-and-a-half-year-old son.

His wife was kind enough to share screenshots and photos of the other woman and the child.

She said she had known about that for years. Before they got married, the woman was already in the picture and had been in the picture years after marriage. She only found out they had a child after stumbling on the naming ceremony pictures of the child on his phone.

My world stopped. I think my heart did too. Did I ever know this man at all? I spoke to his wife on the phone for hours. She told me that since marrying him, she’d known nothing but pain. The man this woman described was a total stranger to me, even though I was living with him.

When I confronted him, he couldn’t even look me in the eye. He walked out on me and hid in his room. I knew there was no point seeking explanations again. He would only lie.

So I took the biggest step I should have taken long ago. I packed up and left the house with my son. I contacted a lawyer to begin the divorce process. I had to move out alone, packing with no help, no one to hold my eight-month-old baby. I stayed with a friend for two weeks, my belongings in their garage, until I eventually found a small place for just me and my baby.

Even when I left the house, he didn’t try to stop me. He stayed in his room. Ashamed.

And to add to my heartbreak, I later found out that the family he went to my house with for the marriage introduction wasn’t even his real family. He hired people to act as his family. That whole ceremony was fake.

In the midst of all this pain, I decided to reach out to the baby mama in Ghana. She was shocked too but not entirely.
She revealed that every time Kyei traveled to Ghana, his first stop was her house, not even his own home where his wife lived. The baby mama also narrated the same story Kyei had told me about divorcing his wife and went ahead to show her countless pieces of evidence to prove that he was serious about the divorce. He even went to the baby mama’s family to do the knocking rite, just as he had met my family for the marriage introduction. If he showed me nine, he showed the same nine to the baby mama, but this time turned the nine to make it look like six.

The day I met him in Dubai and he gave me a ring he called our wedding ring, he got to Ghana and gave the same type of rings to the baby mama and knacked her on top. Through the baby mama, I discovered there were two other women involved. I contacted them too. And yes, he was sleeping with all of them. When he went to Ghana for the October trip, he visited them one by one and knacked all of them.

I couldn’t breathe. I was drowning in shock, pain, humiliation, betrayal. The man I built my life with turned out to be a complete fraud. A serial liar. A master manipulator. Today, I live alone with my son. My family now knows the full story, and they support my decision fully. He is once again removed from my visa.

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After a few months of silence, he finally reached out. He apologized again. But this time, he blamed everything on spiritual forces. He was hoping I would be stupid again to take him back. Not this time. I’ve learned lessons I never deserved to learn. But I’m still here, still doing my best to stay strong for my son.

—Amanda

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