I was a young, ambitious professional working in a highly competitive office. My career was taking off and I was determined to make a name for myself. I had no idea that my ambition would lead me down a path of deceit and heartache.
It began when I met a Malaysian woman in the office.
She stays in Singapore on weekdays and returns to Malaysia on Weekends.
She was attractive and had a certain air of sophistication about her. I was immediately drawn to her and we began flirting. Before long, we were spending a lot of time together and I began to feel a connection between us.
We started seeing each other on the side, away from the office. We kept it a secret, as I was aware that she was married. I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. I was falling in love with her.
We continued our affair for several months until she became pregnant. I knew that the baby was mine, but I was afraid to tell her husband. She was adamant that the baby was his, and that she would never tell him the truth.
I felt terrible about the situation and was filled with guilt and regret. I didn’t want to be the cause of a broken marriage, but I also couldn’t deny that I was the father of the baby.
The months passed and the baby was born. I was filled with a mixture of emotions; joy, fear, guilt and love. I desperately wanted to be there for her and the baby, but I was too scared to take the risk.
The baby was growing up and I had lost all contact with the woman. I had no idea what was going on in her life, or if the husband knew the truth.
I was filled with guilt and regret every time I thought about the baby. I was his father, but he would never know me or recognize me as such. I was a part of his life, but I was sure I would never meet him.