20/07/2025
I was married to a married man for 8 years... and I didn’t even know.
Ten years ago, I met the man I called my husband when he returned from abroad. We dated for two years, and when I got pregnant, he came to see my family. He came to Nigeria twice a year, called me morning, afternoon, and night never once gave me a reason to doubt him.
He never let me work. He said I should rest and raise the kids while he placed me on ₦300k monthly for upkeep. I gave him three beautiful children a girl and two boys. I was faithful, I was loving, and I thought I was building a future with the man I loved.
Six months ago, he said he wanted to relocate us to Canada. I was overjoyed. He started processing our papers, but later told me my own was delayed. My children's visas came out, and he came to Nigeria and took them with him. I kissed them goodbye with hope in my heart, not knowing it was the last time I’d hold them as mine.
Since that day, he changed. Stopped picking my calls. Called once in three days, and even that felt forced. Then three days ago, he called and added another woman to the call. My heart dropped. He said he was sorry. That he has been married for 15 years, that his wife couldn’t have children, so he came to Nigeria to father his own and now that he has them, he’s fulfilled.
He said I should take the house and ₦10 million in our joint account… and move on with my life. That he will take care of the kids, but they are staying with him. Full custody. End of story.
I ran to my father in tears. My father called him, and he confirmed everything. I am broken. Used. Betrayed. My womb gave him what he was missing, and now that he has it, I’m no longer needed.
Please… what should I do?