It was during the trip to visit my sugar daddy, Keith, in England that I got to know a lot more about him. Although by then we had been seeing each other for over a year, I still didn’t know much about what I really wanted to know. My emotions were now invested in this man, and even though I would not want him to leave his wife, I wanted to know what was going to happen to us. At this point, I was not seeing anyone else—yet.
He started out by saying, “Don’t feel guilty, as I don’t.” He continued. “Eva knows what I’m up to. She mentioned it the last time I was back at home and I couldn’t deny it. You’re not the first woman I’ve cheated on her with. There have been quite a few over the years because she and I were never compatible. It’s just that you’re the first one that she sees that I’m in love with.”
Keith went on to tell me that his wife thought he had changed and asked him to leave me. “I told her I can’t,” he said. “I truly can’t, because I have never loved anyone as much as you. You are well beyond your years and I feel like I am finally living.”
Did I hear him correctly? My heart was pounding and I felt ill. There I was thinking that this woman had no clue about us and then he’s confessing to me that she knows everything. He jolted me even more when he said, “I told her she can have everything.”
“You told her she can have everything?” I blurted. “Does that mean you are planning on leaving her?”
“It’s all up to her,” he replied.
I was angry and shocked. How dare he not tell me what had gone on! That night, we argued for the first time in our relationship and I asked him to leave by packing his stuff and putting them in the hallway. The rest of that night was long and hard. I felt so betrayed. I was not the first woman he had been with other than his wife, but I was the first one he refused to let go of. The thing with me is that I can have an affair as long as no one will find out and no one will get hurt. His wife had found out. She was getting hurt and that had gone to my conscience.
One day passed and we didn’t speak—that has never happened before—but I ignored his phone calls. I needed a bit more time to think of what to do, as I felt he should have discussed what his plans were ahead of time. A part of me wished he had let me go rather than tell her that he’s in love with me and that he was fine with her leaving; I would have been disappointed, but she was his wife.
He came back the following night after I had calmed down. We spoke about it and actually ended up laughing at the fact that I threw him out. He convinced me that she was not the kind of person who would want a confrontation, so I had nothing to worry about.