After I ran into my sugar daddy, Keith’s, wife at the airport, he stopped communicating with me, and for the duration of his trip in my city, I heard nothing from him. I was heartbroken. For days I would cry myself to sleep and I just felt like I wanted to die. I couldn’t focus and I didn’t even want to work. I didn’t want to eat or shower. I just didn’t want to exist.
When I finally heard from him, he cursed me and called me every vile name in the book. After all, he had just found that I had been cheating on him the whole time. But it didn’t matter what he called me, because I was happy enough just hearing from him. He had changed his number, so I could no longer reach him back home in England. He was angry and he was hurt. He told me that his wife had told him everything and that he felt so betrayed by me. I felt so guilty. I knew he loved me, but he was in such turmoil. He had always begged me not to cheat on him, and I did.
I decided to confess everything and I told him about the robbery his wife organized and about Peter, the man his wife had hired to befriend me. Since everything was out in the open now, I decided that it was pointless to hide anything. After I had finished telling him my story, he knew then that his wife had set me up. Though he was not pleased with what I had done, he told me he would get to the bottom of it. He had asked me to describe Peter and told me that he sounded like someone who worked for him.
Keith told me that he would be back in summer and that I shouldn’t tell anyone about what I had found out about his wife. I didn’t hear from him for months, and the whole time I just felt lost. My friends and family all wanted me to forget him. After all, it had gotten risky and if his wife could set up a robbery, the next time she could be successful in trying to kill me. But the problem was that I loved him. I was truly and deeply in love with him and I could not let go.
I was modeling in a runway show one weekend and I decided I was not going to go. After my sister convinced me finally, I went and hours before the show started, Keith finally called me. I told him where I was and he showed up. I met him in the parking lot of the hotel and we both broke down. He looked so tired and worn, but he was still so angry.
Keith was convinced that “Peter” was one of the men who had worked for him. He told me to wait where I was and that he would be right back. When he came back, Peter was with him, and as I lunged at him, he told Keith he did not know me. “You don’t know me? You lying bastard!” I yelled. Keith pulled out a bible from his glove compartment and told us both to swear on it. I was stunned when Peter had the nerve to put his hand on the bible and swear that he didn’t know me.
Keith looked at me in the eye and told me he thought I was lying. I had never felt more betrayed. I cried and told him to take us to the station so that the police could identify him. He finally agreed, but to my horror, the officers who had taken our statement weren’t there. I was officially on my own. As we drove back, I was livid and asked Keith to drop me off at a cab stand—I no longer wanted to be in the presence of Peter. When Keith dropped me off, he didn’t even look at me. He just stared straight ahead, with no emotions. I had officially lost him.