02/03/2025
My name is Chukwudi, a 55-year-old businessman from Anambra State. I was married for 25 years before my wife passed away, leaving me with our only child, Adaeze, who is now 19 and studying at the university. After years of loneliness, I was blessed to find love again—or so I thought.
I met Ifunanya, a beautiful 35-year-old single mother of two, at a restaurant in Enugu where she worked as a waitress. She had this charming smile and a humble demeanor that drew me in. We got to talking, and soon, one thing led to another, and we started a relationship. From the very beginning, I was deeply committed to her. I wanted to take care of her and her children, to provide them with a better life.
I rented a comfortable apartment for her in Independence Layout and furnished it beautifully. I bought her a car, paid her rent, and provided her with money every week. I made sure she and her children never lacked anything. However, she was firm about not allowing me to stay at her place. She said she didn’t want any man around her children until she was sure the relationship was serious. I respected her wishes, even though I was the one footing all the bills.
We spent most of our time together at my house, but she never slept over. No matter how late it got, she would always leave, saying she needed to be with her children. In the four years we were together, I never once set foot inside her apartment. Yet, I remained devoted to her.
My daughter, Adaeze, was never comfortable with the relationship. She felt Ifunanya was using me, but I refused to listen. I was in love and believed I had found happiness again after the loss of my wife.
After four years of this arrangement, I decided it was time to take the relationship to the next level. Her children already knew me, and she claimed to trust me, so I saw no reason why we couldn’t build a home together. I planned a perfect proposal and rehearsed my words repeatedly.
That evening, I took Ifunanya to a high-end restaurant in New Haven. She looked stunning in her red dress, and as I watched her, I felt like the luckiest man in the world. I had initially considered making a public proposal but decided to do it privately instead.
As we sat at our table, I got down on one knee, brought out a beautiful ring, and asked her to be my wife.
She looked me straight in the eye and said, “No, you’re too old.”
I was stunned. My heart shattered into pieces. But I quickly picked myself up, sat back down, and forced myself to remain composed. Meanwhile, she continued eating, even ordering more food and dessert, as if nothing had happened.
I was too hurt to speak. After dinner, I quietly drove her back to the… Am I the bad guy here ?
