The Call That Ended My Secret Affair Story

When I first met George, there was nothing to indicate that he was married—no ring on his finger, and he lived like a bachelor. When he proposed, I suspected he might have a girlfriend, but I decided to give it a chance. I said yes, and thus began our tumultuous affair.

He was often there for me, and when he couldn’t be, he usually let me know in advance.

About five months into our relationship, I sensed something was off. Whenever we were together, a specific number would call, and as soon as he received that call, he would rush to wrap things up and head home. I asked him about it multiple times, but he always dismissed my concerns—until one night…

He was asleep when the number called. I answered the phone and stepped into the bathroom. As soon as I pressed ‘answer,’ a woman’s voice came through, saying, “It’s almost 11 PM, and every responsible married man is home with his family, but men like you shamelessly spend their nights with mistresses before returning.”

I was speechless, terrified, and hung up. “George is married?”

I returned to him and asked, “George, are you married?” He looked at me, confused, and replied, “How did you come to such a ridiculous conclusion? What have you seen or heard?” I handed him his phone and said, “Your wife called… she wants you home.”

He panicked at the mention of his wife. Checking his call log and realizing I was serious, he asked, “What did she say?” I didn’t respond. He kept pressing for an answer, and finally, he said, “It’s unfortunate to find out this way. I meant to tell you but couldn’t find the courage…”

“So, you are married?”

“Yes, but my marriage is nearly over.”

“Why didn’t you tell me from the start?”

“I didn’t want you to say no to me…”

I started sobbing. I had remained calm throughout, but my heart was breaking. I didn’t want to lose George, and discovering he was married was devastating.

He left that night, and I told him never to come back. But he did return, trying to explain the complexities of his marriage and how he believed I was the right woman for him, promising to get a divorce soon so we could be together.

I knew he was lying, but the hopeful part of me wanted to believe him. “Yes, he’s married, but he treats me better than any single guy I’ve met,” I reassured myself. So we resumed our relationship.

Things felt normal between us. Although I didn’t ask about his divorce progress, he felt it necessary to keep me updated. One day he said, “I’ve told my parents I want to leave my wife.” The next day, he mentioned, “My wife brought her family to plead with me not to divorce her.” He continued to explain himself.

Then one morning, I received a message from him: “My wife is getting angry. She took your number from my phone and will call you. Don’t answer.” I replied, “She knows about me? How?”

He didn’t respond, but I decided not to answer her calls. For an entire week, she called, but I ignored them. I deleted her messages without reading them, not wanting to hear anything that might hurt me or provoke a confrontation.

After sending me that message, George disappeared for a week. He didn’t answer my calls or texts. I grew worried, fearing something terrible had happened. I kept trying to reach him, but there was no response.

I went to his office, but I was told he wasn’t there. I sensed he was avoiding me. That’s when I realized he didn’t want to see me anymore.

While he ignored my calls, his wife continued to call me daily, and I didn’t answer.

One morning around 4:27 AM, I received a call from George’s wife. I hesitated, watching the phone ring, torn between wanting to answer and fearing what she might say. Just as the call was about to end, I picked up.

“Good morning, young woman,” she said. Before I could respond, she continued, “I didn’t stop calling because I knew you’d eventually answer. I’m George’s wife, and I know you’re aware of that. I know who you are to him, but I hold nothing against you. He has lied to you just as he has lied to me since we got married. You’re new to this; don’t let someone like George control your life. He’s selfish and only cares about what he can take, not what he can give. I’ve told this to four other women he’s involved with. I don’t know if they’ll listen, but if you do, you’ll save yourself in the end.”

I was speechless, overwhelmed. All I could do was sob and respond with “Yes, ma’am” to everything she said. After she finished speaking, I felt compelled to explain myself, but she reassured me, “Don’t worry, you don’t need to explain. I’m leaving him soon, but don’t become his next victim.”

When she hung up, I lost it. I cried uncontrollably, hitting myself in frustration. “How could I do this to such a kind woman?” I should have walked away when I had the chance, but I was selfish and heartless.

Gradually, I began to piece my life back together, but I never forgot her words: “You’re new; don’t let someone like George control your life.” But who or what is “someone like George?”

Now, anything that isn’t good for me is labeled as George. I’ve learned to reclaim my life from everything and everyone that holds me back. The old me is gone, and I’m now a woman determined to escape all ‘Georges,’ thanks to one woman who forgave my mistakes and saved me with her kind words.

-Firyari  
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