A Confuse Cheater Episode 2

Raymond pov

I made Chioma comfortable in our relationship. Very comfortable. I rented an apartment for her in a quiet estate. I bought her a car red, shiny, expensive. I paid her bills, supported her business ideas, and showed up whenever she needed me. To her, I wasn’t just a boyfriend; I was the future.

She believed I would marry her one day.

And the worst part?

I never corrected that belief.

Sometimes, I would leave my house in Ikoyi early in the morning, kiss my wife on the forehead, tell her I had an early meeting, and drive straight to Chioma’s place. Other times, I would say I was traveling for work and spend the weekend wrapped in another woman’s arms, laughing, drinking, pretending that the world I left behind did not exist.

Right now, as I tell this story, I am with Chioma.

She is lying beside me, her head on my chest, scrolling through her phone, smiling occasionally, completely unaware that the man she trusts has built his happiness on lies. The room smells like her perfume sweet, tempting, dangerous. She talks about the future with so much confidence. She talks about kids. About marriage. About growing old together.

Each word tightens something in my chest.

She doesn’t suspect a thing.

To her, I am Raymond the hardworking man who loves her, spoils her, and promises tomorrow. She doesn’t know that another woman, my wife, is probably at home right now helping our children with homework, waiting for my call, believing in my faithfulness.

Sometimes, when Chioma laughs, I feel joy. Other times, guilt punches me so hard I struggle to breathe. I am living two lives, and both of them demand all of me. I am a husband and a father in one world, and a lover with promises in another. I keep telling myself I can manage it, that I am in control.

But deep down, I know the truth.

I am confused.

I love my wife. I truly do. She has stood by me through struggles, supported my dreams, prayed for me when things were rough. Yet, with Chioma, I feel excitement, desire, and a kind of freedom that scares me. One gives me peace. The other gives me fire.

And I am foolish enough to think I can hold both without getting burned.

Every day, I fear exposure. Every knock on the door, every unexpected call, every question feels like a threat. I live in constant calculation what lie to tell, what excuse to give, where to be and when. I am tired, yet I keep going.

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