Dear GhanaWeb,
I’m writing with a heavy heart and a story that has shattered my world. I met my wife 15 years ago when she was a 25-year-old single mother with a 4-year-old son.
Despite her situation, I admired her strength and determination to provide for herself and her child. I was 30 at the time and searching for a good woman to build a future with.
I didn’t let her past define how I saw her. I embraced her child as my own, showing them both love and respect.
She told me the man responsible for her child abandoned her during pregnancy, and I believed her. After we got married, I legally changed the child’s surname to mine.
I gave her everything I could, love, support, stability. I enrolled the child in a good school and helped her establish a thriving business.
I never once took a penny from it; instead, I invested more to help her expand and succeed. In 2021, she bought her own car (in addition to the one I gave her) and started building a house she claimed was for her mother.
Together, we had two more children, making three in total. I’ve worked hard to be a committed husband and father.
I run my own business and make sure I’m present at work every day, just like she does. I’ve never interfered in her work, always encouraging her growth and independence.
Sometimes, I would visit her at work unexpectedly, only to be told she had stepped out to check on materials. I trusted her completely and believed every excuse.
Three months ago, a conversation at work changed everything. An employee shared his story about conducting a DNA test after suspecting his wife was still in contact with her ex.
His results confirmed the children were his, but his story planted a seed in my mind.
Out of curiosity and caution, I decided to do a DNA test too. I didn’t think much of it initially, but I wanted to be sure. After all, I had raised the children as mine, especially the one I renamed.
A week ago, the results came in. To my shock and devastation, none of the three children were biologically mine.
I didn’t confront her immediately. Instead, I disappeared for three days to gather my thoughts. When I returned, I invited both her family and mine for a meeting. She had no idea what was coming. I handed her the DNA results and asked her to read them aloud to everyone.
What followed was a painful confession. She admitted that all three children belonged to the same man, the one she had claimed abandoned her years ago.
Not only had she continued her relationship with him, but she had also been using my money to support him. The house she was supposedly building for her mother was actually for him. And he had known about me the entire time.
She would spend hours at his place, pretending she was at work, and then return home to me. I felt humiliated, betrayed, and used.
I took everything back; the car, the house, every single investment I had made for her.
I told her she could take me to court if she wanted. I sent her and the children to live with their real father. The only thing I didn’t touch was her personal bank balance, assuming she still had one.
Fifteen years of my life were built on lies. I was nothing but a stepping stone for her.
Now I’m left wondering: Was I wrong to take everything back? Am I supposed to start all over again at this stage in my life?
FG/EB
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