I made a comment on Facebook and she followed me to ask questions in my DM. That’s how we became friends. We talked for days in the DM until one day I asked if I could get her number. When I got her number, I called that same day. We were on fire. We talked until day turned to night and still had a lot to say. When we said goodbye, I couldn’t sleep so I texted, “I can’t sleep.” She responded, “Wait, when my girl sleeps, I will call you again so we talk.”

She had a three-year-old girl. According to her, she started having issues with the man when she got pregnant. The man wanted her to get rid of it. She wanted to keep it. It turned into a huge argument that ended up becoming the last argument they would have. They broke up after that argument but she told me the man was present in the child’s life and paid all expenses concerning the child.

I’d already come to love her and was expecting to start a relationship with her. She showed me her daughter’s photo through messages. When we had a video call and the girl was around, she brought her in and we talked. She called me Uncle Charles, just like every child calls an adult.

The first time I was in her house, I asked, “And you live here all by yourself? In this big house?”

She had everything in the house. For a single mom, I thought she had more than she needed. She told me the place was rented for her by her baby’s daddy and because it was already big, she had no option but to fill it up with things that make a house a home.

I had questions. If a man could do all that for a woman, what would then prevent him from marrying her? I felt there was more to the story than just what she had told me. In my mind, I concluded that she had an affair with a married rich man and the man decided not to marry her but put her in a better place.

When I asked about the man, again she showed me photos she said she downloaded from the man’s Facebook page. I said, “He looks like he has it all.” She answered, “When I met him, he didn’t have anything. Money makes you see the true colours of a man. When he started making money, he changed until the pregnancy put us asunder.”

I loved the way she took care of me. She threw kindness at me as if they were a currency running out of fashion. When I was in her house, she took care of me like she would a husband. On weekends, she would send her daughter away to her parents so she could have all the time for me.

I could spend many hours in her house but she didn’t allow me to spend the night there. She told me, “I can spend the night at your place and it wouldn’t bother me but you here? I don’t know. The day he sees that I have a man in my life, he would stop supporting us. Of course, that’s how you men are.”

The relationship continued for four months until one afternoon, I went to visit and was playing with her daughter. My shoes were off so I stepped into a pair of slippers nearby and walked to the bathroom. When I was coming her daughter looked at my feet and screamed, “Why are you wearing my dad’s slippers? Take it off, it’s for my dad.”

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She ran towards me and started taking the slippers off my feet. She was in the kitchen but she might have heard what was going on so she came out to stop her daughter from taking the slippers. By the time she got there, I had already taken it off and the girl was holding them and saying, “It’s for daddy.”

“Does that mean the man has been coming around? If not, what is his slippers doing here?” I asked myself.

She sought to play the whole scene down by telling me not to mind her daughter. She asked her daughter the last time she saw her dad to know the slippers belonged to him. I was listening to her and smiling but I wasn’t happy. Something was wrong and I decided to fish what was wrong out.

It was hard getting someone to talk to because I didn’t know any friends of hers or any family members. The only one I knew was her daughter. I went to her church one Sunday and spoke to a lady I saw her interacting with. She didn’t know I was around. Immediately after she left the scene, I went to see the lady. I joked that I wanted to marry her friend. She asked who and I mentioned her name. This lady got angry. She asked, “Who are you again? Do you belong to this church or you came to visit today? Don’t you know she’s a married woman with a daughter?”

It was that lady who, out of anger, spilt everything out. I asked, “If she was married, then why does she come to church alone every Sunday? Where’s her husband?” She shook her head in disbelief. She asked, “Do all men attend the same church with their wives? Her husband is not even here in Ghana. Yes, he comes to church with her but he’s currently out of the country.”

When I visited and asked her about my findings she said, “That’s my baby daddy the person was talking about. We are not married. Who are you talking to?” I looked at her from her hair to her toe without saying a word. She said, “I’m not forcing you to be with me. If you think I’m married and don’t want it, you can walk away. I can’t tolerate gossip.”

She said she didn’t owe me any explanation. When I pushed her to the wall she said, “You know what? It’s over. Whatever existed between us. Why are we here if you can’t believe me? What do I get from you that I will lie to get it? Just leave and not come back.”

Her daughter was sitting there watching TV. I told her, “When Dad comes, tell him Uncle Charles was sleeping here.” Then it dawned on me that I’d never slept in that house before.
“Oh, now I get it.”

I had the intention to pay her back for the love fraud. I thought I was building something with her. I was invested because she was good to me. What hurt me the most was the way she got me discarded as if I didn’t mean a thing in her life.

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I want to tell her husband. I want to show him the side of his wife he doesn’t know.  I want to let him know what she had been up to ever since he had been away. I don’t know him or know any family of his so I’m here hiding in the dark, looking for every opportunity to let him know that her wife cheated with me and probably others while he was away. Only time will tell if I will ever get the opportunity to do that but I won’t give up. She’ll pay.   

—Gray

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