He Loved Me While He Had A Wife All Along

I Realized I Was the Other Woman the Day I Told Him I Was Pregnant

March 25, 2018
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I was nursing a broken heart when Uzo entered my life. My boyfriend of three years had just left me for someone else. He had fallen out of love with me to pursue another relationship. The suddenness of it all threw me off balance emotionally. I withdrew into myself, letting the world continue its drama without me.

My friends encouraged me to rejoin the world. I told them, “It’s hard to get back on your feet when someone you love walks away.” They insisted I should come out of my shell and be the person they once knew. I eventually listened and began to socialize with them again.

During one of those outings, I met Uzo. He sat near our table, observing the festivities. While my friends were enjoying themselves, I chose to remain a wallflower. Then he greeted me, and I replied. Our conversation quickly blossomed from a simple hello into a lively exchange. He was charming and had a knack for making me laugh effortlessly. We spent the evening engrossed in conversation, as if we had known each other forever.

“I want to see this guy again,” I thought to myself. I was eager to meet him again but decided not to ask for his number unless he asked for mine first. When the party ended, my friends approached me, and that’s when he introduced himself as Uzo. “Uzo is short for Uzoha,” he explained. We all took turns introducing ourselves, and he asked for my number, which I gave him without asking for his. I didn’t want my friends to get any ideas.

We returned home late that night, and I anticipated his call. But he never called. Not the next day, nor the day after. “Don’t get your hopes up, girl. He’s not going to call,” I told myself. I shifted my focus back to the boy who had shattered my heart. It was a challenging time trying to forget the three years I had invested in that relationship. I knew I had to move on, but it wasn’t easy.

One morning, I received a call from an unfamiliar number. I answered, and a male voice asked, “Are you the woman who sells eggs at the junction? My chicken just laid some eggs, and I want to sell them.” “Sorry, you have the wrong number,” I replied. Then he laughed and said, “This is Uzo, and I apologize for taking so long to call you.” I was thrilled, shocked, and confused all at once.

I managed to respond calmly, “Uzoha, how are you? I didn’t expect you to call.” He apologized, and we began talking again. Our conversation lasted about forty-three minutes, filled with light banter and no specific topics.

From that point on, we started chatting regularly, and the following weeks were filled with conversations with Uzo. I learned he was a marketing officer for a well-known brand in Nigeria. He shared stories about his life, his travels, and his aspirations. I opened up about my work, my life, my friends, and my future goals. Throughout our discussions, we avoided talking about our relationships.

We became close friends and began visiting each other frequently. We enjoyed going out and having fun together. Every Friday after work, he would pick me up from my office, and we would either go to my place or hang out somewhere.

Eventually, he proposed, and I accepted.

Our love was wonderful. He lived alone, so I spent most weekends with him. I also lived alone, so he would come over on some weekdays to spend the night.

Eleven months into our relationship, I found out I was pregnant. I was unsure whether to feel happy or anxious, and I didn’t know how to break the news to him, fearing his reaction.

I called one of my girlfriends to share the news, and she was equally uncertain about what to do next. The question arose: “Are you going to have the baby even though you’re not married?” I knew Uzo and I were in a stable financial position, so I thought we could figure something out and perhaps get engaged before my pregnancy became noticeable.

One Saturday night, he came over, and I told him I was pregnant. “Pregnant?” he asked. “Yes, I’m one and a half months along.” He fell silent for a moment and then asked, “So what do you think we should do?” “You’re the man. Come up with a plan, and let’s figure it out,” I suggested, hoping he would take charge of the situation.

He mumbled about how surprised he was and how having an unplanned child wasn’t ideal. He asked for some time to think it over, and I agreed. The next morning, I woke up to a text message that read, “A child at this stage of our lives would complicate things. Why don’t we terminate the pregnancy and start fresh? That way, we can plan our lives better.” I replied, “I’m not going to do that. We can move forward from here instead of starting over.”

He called, trying to persuade me to abort the pregnancy. I stood firm, insisting I wouldn’t do it, even if it meant raising the baby alone. We argued heatedly until he hung up. Moments later, I received a WhatsApp message: “I’m sorry to tell you this, but I’m married and have three kids. I don’t want another.” The message was accompanied by two wedding photos and a picture of him with his wife and their new baby.

In that instant, it felt like my heart was being crushed. My heartbeat grew louder, and I began to tremble. Everything around me faded into silence. I clutched my phone tightly, my mouth agape as if I were staring at a ghost. I managed to find my bed and sat down to call my friend. When she answered, I asked her to come over immediately. I lay on my bed, wishing I could disappear.

I had always viewed women who dated married men as foolish and immoral, yet here I was, doing the very thing I had condemned. When my friend arrived, I handed her my phone to read the message, and she gasped, “What!” I was at a loss for what to do, sobbing and reliving the pain of my previous heartbreak.

“Love wasn’t meant for me,” I told myself. In that moment, I knew what I had to do. He continued to call, but I didn’t answer. A few days later, I made the decision to terminate the pregnancy so I could move on with my life.

He kept calling and coming around, asking for forgiveness, but I assured him of one thing: someday, I would find his wife and tell her everything he had done to me, even showing her the messages.

-Story by Adaego
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