He was 56, married, rich, and everything my struggling 23-year-old self wasn’t used to.
Every alert from him came with a new wig, new iPhone, weekend trips, or shopping sprees. He never promised marriage. I didn’t care. I was just “enjoying life” — or so I thought.
Then it happened. I missed my period.
At first, I laughed it off. But after four tests, it wasn’t funny anymore. I was pregnant. For a married man with grown children.
I tried calling him for two weeks. No reply. Then one night it happened, I was about to. Don’t stop halfway—tap now to read the full article with all the facts!
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