I was the side guy for 8 months and I only found out from her husband's phone

Her name was Bimpe. We met at a coworking space in Yaba, she was doing product design for some fintech. She told me she was single, no ring, nothing. I ran the numbers and they checked out. Eight months of sneaking around, lunch dates that turned into hotel runs in Ikeja, the whole thing.

Then one Saturday she left her phone on my table when she went to buy suya. A message dropped. "Babe, I'm coming home early today, make we go see my mum." From a contact saved as "Hubby." I sat there looking at that screen for what felt like an hour. The man had a picture of their wedding as his profile photo. I was the side guy and I didn't even know it.

I didn't confront her. I just blocked her that night and changed my route to work so I wouldn't run into her. Eight months of my life, and I was the other man the whole time. She still sends me messages sometimes from new numbers asking what happened. I never reply. The lesson? Ask for the person's surname early. Not the pet name. The surname. Check if it matches anything on social media. I learned that one the hard way.