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I’m a 26 year old woman and I’ve been making a man live a lie by making him believe that he is the father of my 7 year old daughter. A few years ago, I met a man let’s call him Charles, I really liked him and he knew exactly how to take care of me. we dated for about a year and during the course of our relationship, I had other boyfriends that he didn’t know about.

Charles really loved spoiling me, he would buy me fancy clothes and even took me to fancy places. Charles never cheated on me and he always made me happy with his amazing gestures. I had never met a man like him. He was a stable man and I felt Happy being around him. Charles made it very clear to me that he didn’t want to have kids before marriage, I didn’t think he was being serious.

Despite him being good to me, I never stopped cheating on him. I later discovered that I was one two months pregnant and he wasn’t responsible for it. I also didn’t know who impregnated me because I was seeing three other men. I saw this as an opportunity to trap him. I thought if I lie that it’s his, he would accept it and marry me. I told him about it and he got very angry and he shouted at me. He explained to me just how clear he was about not wanting kids before marriage.

He told me it was over and that I should never call him. He stormed out of the house and left me in disbelief. I decided to give him some time to cool off and after two weeks, he came back and apologized. He told me that he didn’t want anything to do with me because I didn’t listen to him and that he could never trust me again. HE was a man of principles. He said he would take care of the baby.

I was sad but happy that at least he accepted to take care of my unborn child. Throughout the years, he has been providing everything for my daughter. my child hasn’t lacked anything since the day she was born. I’ve been receiving maintenance money from him. I feel really bad at this point but i can’t tell him because he might stop providing for my daughter or he might even kill me. I want to stop but money is the problem.

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