The reason you have judged me even before hearing my full story is that I am a woman. If I were a man, people wouldn’t be carrying all kinds of rumours. It is true that I am pregnant and true that the person who owns it is my son’s friend. But be honest with me, if I were a man, would you come and ask me questions?

Dear Bunmi says this predator knew full well the torment you would suffer as his secret sexual toy, and is happy for your pain and confusion to continue, as long as he can get into your pants.

“At the university, I hooked up with a woman who virtually went to pieces at my slightest touch. My ego was inflated, and I thought I was God’s gift to women”

“Throughout our marriage, he has always asked me to dress more sexily. He’d love me to wear skimpy, low cut tops to enhance my boobs, and tight fitting trousers. He even buys me eye-popping gears when he travels and gets very upset when I won’t wear them”

But it’s simply not me. I’d look silly dressed like a teenager in heat

“Dear Bunmi, I ran into a friend of hers who confessed a few of them had sought the services of some Aristos, aka Sugar Daddies, to make ends meet. I was shocked, to say the least”