He told me he was separated. He wore no ring. He had his own apartment in Lekki. He introduced me to his friends. On our 8-month anniversary, a woman called me. "I am his wife. We have been married 12 years. We have three children. He is not separated. He is at my house every weekend." I was the side chick without knowing. I was not a home wrecker; I was a victim. But society will call me stupid. "You should have known." How? He performed singlehood perfectly. He had a whole bachelor aesthetic. Should women now hire private investigators before dating? Or should men just stop lying?
