I was a side chic for 8 months and I didn't even know he was married

Met him at a wedding in Ikoyi. Fine boy, smelled like money, told me he was a consultant. He'd pick me from Lekki every Friday, take me to this quiet spot in Victoria Island where nobody we knew would see us. I thought it was romantic. It was hiding.

Eight months. No sleepovers. No calls after 10pm. No photos. Every time I asked about his place he'd say his mum was staying with him. My friend kept asking me why I was so secretive about him and I couldn't even explain.

Then one Saturday I saw a car seat in his back seat. A small pink bag. He said it was his niece's. Two weeks later I saw the wife's Instagram. Same car. Same pink bag. Same wedding ring he always took off before he came to see me.

I didn't cry. I just sat down in my parlour and looked at my phone for one hour. The worst part? He still texted me after. Like nothing happened. Like I was supposed to keep being the other woman quietly. I blocked him. But I still think about how easy it was for him to lie to two women at the same time.