Kenya, Oct. 8 -- Back when I first crossed paths with Collins, he casually mentioned being separated. There was this easy, steady vibe about him that had me hanging on his every word. We clicked right away, hanging out more and more, and suddenly, bam, I was head over heels. Behind closed doors, he made me feel like royalty, but out in the world? I might as well have been a ghost. It took months for the truth to hit: he was still very married. My stomach dropped, but by then, my heart was all tangled up. Walking away? Not an option. For what felt like forever, I bounced between his shiny promises and the gut punches of reality.
"I'm leaving her soon," he'd whisper, but the days blurred into nothing. I'd toast my own birthday with a sad glass of wine, sob through holidays solo, and cling to those sneaky, stolen scraps of time together. Whenever I'd muster the strength to bail, his smooth words would reel me back in. Sure, I knew I was playing the side role, but admitting it? That would've shattered me. Love's a tricky beast like that. Then one quiet evening, my phone buzzed with a voice so steady it chilled me to the bone.
"Hi, I'm Mercy, Collins's wife," she said, all soft and sure. "I know exactly who you are. Come to our anniversary dinner?" My mind raced. Trap? Drama? Worst-case meltdown? But something. Maybe nosy curiosity or a spark of stubborn grit made me say yes. I slipped into my fanciest frock that night, nerves jittering like crazy, and showed up anyway. Mercy greeted me at the door with this warm, puzzling smile - no fire, no frost, just poise that threw me off. Continue Reading https://drbokko.com/2025/10/08/i-was-the-side-chick-for-five-years-then-his-wife-invited-me-to-their-anniversary-dinner/
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