One night, my new sugar daddy, Chad, and I had gone to a wine tasting that his friend was hosting, and it was that night that I discovered he had lied about his relationship status—he had more than just a girlfriend at home.
I was having a conversation with his friend when I mentioned something about “Chad’s girlfriend,” and his friend corrected me. “You mean to say Chad’s wife.”
I stuttered when I repeated, “Wife? He didn’t tell me he was married.” After my experience with my ex, Keith, I swore that he would have been my first and last married affair, but this time I was tricked into it. Granted, maybe Chad never expected our relationship to get this serious, but when he saw us progressing, he should have said something.
“Listen, I won’t tell him that you told me, but this isn’t something I can do,” I told his friend. “So, I’m going to break it off. If I knew he was married, I never would’ve pursued this.”
His friend told me that it was fine if I told Chad how I found out about his wife, because he had warned him to let me know, since he saw us together constantly and he could tell that I had feelings for him.
For the duration of the wine tasting, I tried to remain as positive and upbeat as I could, but Chad could see that something was wrong—I was never good at hiding my anger. He excused himself and ushered me outside. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I replied bluntly.
“Nothing? You have been behaving funny all night,”
“Yes, nothing,” I replied. Thankfully, he dropped it. We stayed at the wine tasting until it ended, and when he suggested that we go for a bite to eat afterwards, I declined. When he insisted, I finally lost my cool.
“How could you allow me to believe that you just had a girlfriend at home, and that you weren’t married when you are?” I yelled. “I wasn’t given a choice, because you selfishly took that from me. I don’t know if I can continue this. I don’t want to be caught up in any relationship with a married man.”
Chad kept pleading with me to give him another chance, but I insisted that we were done and told him that I wanted to go home. On the drive back, all he did was try to explain and apologize.
As we pulled into my apartment parking lot, my heart stopped. While I was seeing Chad, I was technically still in a relationship with my boyfriend, Lex, back home. And there, sitting in my driveway, was Lex’s car. As he slowly backed out, he looked right in my eyes as I pushed off Chad’s effort to kiss me. I had just been caught…