The Scandalous Affair I Didn’t Know I Was Having with a Rich Older Man: Part 1

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…