Hardguy

DOUBLE LIFE SYNDROME🔞
(The Art of Living Two Lives)

Chapter Thirty: The Revelation

Prior to the day Hardguy arrived home and saw Kitty sitting in his living room, several events had already unfolded behind the scenes, events he believed would either protect him or at least buy him more time before everything collapsed around him.

That Friday night when Kitty broke the news, ruining Cathy’s plans and denying her the fun she had been anticipating, it completely destroyed Cathy’s mood. By the following morning, she wasted no time calling Hardguy over.

“How can you even be inviting me over when you know I have a serious issue on ground?” Hardguy snapped immediately after picking up the call, irritation thick in his voice.

“Well, I’m not calling you for my satisfaction,” Cathy replied sharply from the other end. “I want us… sorry, I want you to talk about how to protect your home. Because with the way your wife loves and trusts you, this thing will break her completely.”

Hardguy let out a short, bitter chuckle.

“Guess who we are to blame,” he fired back.

“We don’t have time for blame right now,” Cathy replied impatiently.

For a few seconds, silence settled between them. Hardguy rubbed his forehead slowly as tension coiled tighter inside his chest. Since Kitty’s revelation, his mind had barely rested. Every possible outcome felt dangerous. Every decision felt like a trap waiting to close around him.

Eventually, he sighed.

“Fine. I’ll come.”

They met later that afternoon at a quiet lounge tucked away from the usual busy spots around town. The atmosphere was calm, soft music playing faintly in the background, waiters moving about casually, but neither of them looked relaxed.

Cathy sat across from him, her fingers tapping lightly against the table before she finally leaned closer and lowered her voice.

“You need to drug Kitty.”

Hardguy’s eyes narrowed instantly.

“Are you serious?” he asked, staring at her in disbelief. “I won’t do that. I’ll talk to her and we’ll sort it out somehow. That’s too extreme.”

Cathy exhaled in frustration, clearly already expecting resistance.

“So with the way she acted yesterday, you really think she’s the kind of person that’ll agree to terminate the pregnancy or calmly discuss it?” she asked.

“There will always be another way,” Hardguy replied firmly. “But I can’t drug her. What if something goes wrong? What if she dies or something happens to her? Who would I blame?”

Cathy folded her arms slowly, studying him carefully.

“So you prefer a broken marriage instead?”

Hardguy leaned forward immediately, his voice colder this time.

“And you prefer her dead?”

The question landed heavily between them.

For the first time since the conversation started, Cathy went quiet.

Hardguy shook his head and leaned back into his seat, breathing deeply. Despite all the reckless choices he had made over the past months, there was still a line in his mind he refused to cross. His marriage was already hanging by a thread, but the thought of harming Kitty, even accidentally, filled him with a fear he could not explain.

“Well, do whatever feels right to you,” Cathy finally said, her tone calmer now but still firm. “But as for me, I won’t advise that route. That girl doesn’t look like someone ordinary talking will work for.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Hardguy replied dismissively as he stood up. “Leave that for me to handle.”

But even as he said the words confidently, his mind was far from settled.

For the first time since their affair began, since the secret meetings, hotel rooms, and reckless nights, Hardguy was the one who reached out to Kitty first and asked to visit her apartment.

That alone showed how serious the situation had become.

Later that evening, he drove through the busy Lagos streets until he arrived at her place, a small self-contained apartment tucked inside a modest compound. The kind of place many young Nigerian ladies rented when they first came to Lagos to hustle and survive on their own.

The compound was quiet except for the distant sound of a generator humming somewhere nearby and a neighbour’s television playing faintly through an open window.

Kitty opened the door slowly.

The moment Hardguy saw her face, his expression shifted slightly.

Her eyes were swollen and red.

Not the kind caused by stress alone, but by hours of crying—possibly through the entire night and most of the day.

For a brief second, guilt flickered inside him.

“Why are you like this?” he asked quietly as he stepped inside.

Kitty stared at him in disbelief, almost offended by the question itself.

“What do you expect me to do?” she burst out emotionally. “How do I explain to my people that I came to Lagos to hustle, and instead of making something meaningful out of my life, I’m now pregnant and the father of the child is asking me to terminate it?”

Her voice cracked midway before dissolving into another round of tears.

Hardguy remained near the door, watching her silently.

Kitty paused after a while and looked up at him through teary eyes, almost expecting comfort… sympathy… something.

But he simply stood there.

Cold.

Conflicted.

Emotionally distant.

The realization hurt her even more.

“So what exactly do you want me to do?” Hardguy finally asked, his voice heavy with frustration. “You obviously know I’m married. Marriage isn’t even an option here. And what do you expect my wife to do when she finds out? How do you think she’ll feel, huh?”

Kitty wiped her face with trembling fingers before speaking again.

“I don’t mind being a second wife,” she said softly. “Or even a secret wife. As long as you acknowledge me and take care of me and my child… I’m okay with that.”

The desperation in her voice hung painfully in the air.

Hardguy stared at her for a moment before slowly moving closer.

Then he gave a faint sarcastic smile.

“But isn’t that against your religious belief?” he asked mockingly.

Kitty lowered her eyes immediately. That question hit differently because both of them already knew the answer.

The room suddenly felt smaller, heavier, almost suffocating.

Kitty slowly lifted her head and looked at Hardguy without saying a word. The tears that had filled her eyes moments ago were gone now, replaced by something colder… something more dangerous.

Then she spoke quietly.

“Well then, get ready for your wife to know everything.”

Hardguy’s expression hardened instantly.

“Is that a threat?” he asked, his voice low and sharp.

Kitty gave a faint shrug.

“Only one way to find out.”

The response irritated him immediately.

“You dare not try that rubbish,” Hardguy fired back angrily before turning around and storming out of the apartment.

The door slammed behind him.

Kitty remained standing there, breathing heavily as silence swallowed the tiny room once again. Outside, the noise of Lagos life continued without pause, but inside her apartment, everything had changed.

And somehow, both of them already knew it.

Back to the Present Day

“Sorry, I’ll only take water,” Kitty said calmly to Teny, a slight smirk playing at the corner of her lips. “You know pregnancy and alcohol don’t mix.”

The statement hung in the air deliberately.

Hardguy, who had just walked into the sitting room, paused immediately.

“What’s going on here?” he asked cautiously, scanning the room.

Before anyone could answer, Belinda stood up and walked toward him with her usual warmth. She wrapped her arms around him briefly, unaware of the tension slowly tightening around everyone else.

Then she turned toward Kitty.

“She said she has important information for you,” Belinda said casually.

Kitty smiled faintly.

“Sorry,” she corrected softly, “I said for both of you.”

Something about her tone made the atmosphere shift instantly.

Hardguy forced out a laugh and casually walked toward the couch before sitting down, trying to appear relaxed even though his chest had already begun tightening.

“And what exactly is this glorious information of yours?” he asked.

Kitty stared at him in disbelief. That reaction was not what she expected.

No panic.

No fear.

No attempt to stop her.

Instead, he looked almost too calm.

The realization annoyed her even more.

She inhaled slowly before finally speaking.

“Well… I’m pregnant.”

The room froze.

“Pregnant?” Belinda repeated slowly, confusion all over her face.

Kitty nodded and looked directly at her.

“Yes. And the child belongs to your husband.”

Silence crashed heavily across the room.

Even the air suddenly felt tense.

Hardguy locked eyes briefly with Belinda before glancing toward Cathy, who remained unusually quiet.

Belinda turned back to him immediately, her face pale with disbelief.

“Babe… what is she saying?”

From where she sat, Kitty scoffed lightly.

“Oga, so you still no go talk now?” (So you still won’t talk now)

Before Hardguy could respond, footsteps approached from the kitchen.

Teny walked into the sitting room slowly, removing her apron as she spoke.

“Well, since everything is already hot now,” she said casually, “I’m also pregnant for oga.”

Belinda’s eyes widened instantly.

The shock hit her so hard she nearly lost balance.

Her gaze moved from Kitty… to Teny… then finally back to her husband.

“Babe… what are they saying?” she asked again, her voice weaker this time.

For a moment, nobody spoke.

Then Hardguy slowly stood up.

His face remained strangely calm despite the chaos exploding around him.

He adjusted his sleeve slightly before speaking.

“Well… news flash,” he said coolly, “I’m not responsible for any pregnancy here.”

Everyone stared at him.

Then he delivered the final bombshell.

“Because I’m impotent.”

Silence.

Complete silence.

The kind that suffocates a room.

Even Kitty’s confidence cracked for a split second as confusion flashed across her face.

Belinda looked frozen.

Teny blinked repeatedly, trying to process what she had just heard.

And Hardguy simply stood there, watching the confusion spread across the room like wildfire, knowing fully well that one shocking revelation had just changed the direction of everything.

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DOUBLE LIFE SYNDROME🔞
(The Art of Living Two Lives)

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Dead End

“You’re married, Hardguy. Being with different people like this isn’t just mentally stressful… it’s emotionally and financially draining too,” Cathy said carefully.

She paused afterward, studying his face as though trying to measure how deeply her words had landed.

For a brief moment, silence settled across the office.

Then Hardguy let out a soft chuckle filled with disbelief.

“Wait… did I hear you correctly?” he asked, staring at her with amused confusion.

“Yeesss,” Cathy replied slowly, already sensing the dangerous shift in his mood. “I’m serious.”

Hardguy laughed again, but this time the sound carried a darker edge.

He genuinely could not believe what he was hearing.

Slowly, he rose from his chair and walked toward the mini bar tucked neatly into the corner of the office. The faint clink of glass echoed through the quiet room as he poured whiskey into a crystal tumbler with controlled irritation.

“So you’re actually serious about all this?” he asked without looking at her.

“Come on, Hardguy,” Cathy replied, leaning forward slightly. “I’m genuinely serious right now. We need to straighten these things out. You can’t just keep moving around from one woman to another like...”

“Hey!”

Hardguy cut her off sharply.

He turned immediately, whiskey glass in hand, his expression no longer playful. The amusement on his face had disappeared completely, replaced by something tighter… colder.

“Can you even hear yourself?” he asked, his voice hardening. “You introduced me to all this. You practically pushed me into becoming this kind of man.”

Cathy frowned instantly.

“No. Don’t blame me for what you’re doing now,” she fired back. “You agreed to it.”

Hardguy gave a bitter laugh and took a slow sip from the glass.

“Agreed?” he repeated, shaking his head. “Not like I had much choice.”

The atmosphere in the office thickened immediately after those words.

Cathy stared at him in disbelief, her brows pulling together as irritation slowly crept into her expression. She had expected resistance from him, but not this level of deflection.

“What exactly is that supposed to mean?” she asked carefully.

Hardguy exhaled through his nose and walked toward the large glass window overlooking the city. Evening lights glimmered outside, stretching across the skyline like scattered stars, but his attention was nowhere near the view.

“You know exactly what I mean,” he muttered.

“No, I don’t,” Cathy replied firmly. “Nobody forced you to continue this lifestyle, Hardguy. At some point, you stopped being a victim of temptation and started enjoying it.”

That statement hit harder than she expected.

He turned slowly.

“And what’s wrong with enjoying it?” he asked bluntly. “After everything? After the pressure, the lies, the stress from work, from marriage, from pretending every single day? At least this part of my life feels real.”

Cathy’s expression softened briefly, but only for a second.

“Real?” she echoed quietly. “You call this real?”

Hardguy scoffed.

“Yes. Because nobody here is pretending to be perfect.”

A tense silence followed.

The air conditioning hummed softly above them, but it did little to ease the heat building inside the room.

Cathy folded her arms and leaned back into the chair.

“You’re changing,” she said at last, her tone quieter now. “And honestly… it’s starting to scare me.”

Hardguy looked away immediately after hearing that.

“So what now?” he asked coldly. “You want to suddenly become my moral instructor?”

Cathy sighed tiredly.

“That’s not what I’m doing, and you know it.” She paused before continuing. “I’m just saying this lifestyle always comes with a price. Maybe not immediately… but eventually, something always gets destroyed.”

His voice hardened further as emotions he had clearly buried for months finally began rising uncontrollably to the surface.

“My wife was pregnant and dealing with complications,” he said, each word sharper than the last. “And you used that promotion to tie me down to your demands.”

He paused to take another sip of whiskey, the amber liquid burning down his throat.

“And you didn’t stop there.”

Cathy remained silent.

The silence itself felt guilty.

“You pushed me into doing crazy things just to please you,” he continued, pacing slowly across the office like a man trying to outrun his own thoughts. “Starting from Ghana… then every other thing after that. Wanting to have s3x in my matrimonial bedroom and all.”

His jaw tightened visibly as the memories replayed in his head.

“So don’t sit here acting like some saint suddenly trying to save my marriage.”

The words landed heavily between them, dense with resentment and buried truth.

Cathy looked away briefly, discomfort flickering across her face because deep down, she knew there was truth in what he was saying.

But she also knew another truth.

Hardguy was no longer doing these things because of pressure.

He enjoyed them now.

And that was the real problem.

“I’m not saying. . .” Cathy stopped midway and exhaled sharply in frustration before waving the sentence away. “You know what? Suit yourself.”

She stood up abruptly from the chair, irritation written plainly across her face.

“When you eventually get someone pregnant, I won’t be the one to blame,” she snapped. “And I never told you to start running around with small girls, so stop throwing blame around.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

“Because honestly, that isn’t even what should worry you.”

She turned toward him briefly, her expression suddenly more serious.

“Menopause, baby.”

The statement carried weight far beyond the single word.

And both of them understood it instantly.

A brief silence followed.

The air inside the office suddenly felt heavier, tighter, as though the walls themselves had absorbed every ugly truth thrown across the room.

Cathy adjusted her blazer and began walking toward the door, clearly done with the conversation.

But just as she reached for the handle, Hardguy’s voice stopped her.

“Don’t worry about pregnancy,” he said casually from behind her.

Cathy paused without turning around.

“Pregnancy sef might even be the better problem.” He let out a dark chuckle and lifted the whiskey glass slightly. “Imagine say I carry virus… (Imagine if I contracted a virus…)”

He paused deliberately, then laughed.

“Hahaha… guess who likes it raw?”

The laugh that followed echoed awkwardly across the office, sounding emptier than he intended. Then he dropped lazily back into his seat and swirled the whiskey inside his glass like the conversation meant nothing.

Cathy slowly turned to look at him.

For a brief moment, she barely recognized the man sitting in front of her.

The confidence.

The recklessness.

The complete absence of fear.

It unsettled her deeply.

And somewhere beneath that discomfort sat another painful truth, she had helped create this version of him.

Without another word, she pulled the door open fully and stepped out.

“See you on Friday,” Hardguy added behind her with an easy smile, almost like they had just finished discussing ordinary office matters instead of dismantling each other emotionally.

Cathy stormed out of the office, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled hallway floor.

Her anger was obvious.

But beneath the irritation, something else still lingered.

Feelings.

That was the complicated part.

Hardguy had always been one of the few men capable of making her genuinely feel alive. There was something dangerously intoxicating about him, even now, with the recklessness slowly consuming him from the inside.

And maybe that was why she was scared.

Because the very thing she once awakened in him was beginning to spiral beyond control.

Back inside the office, Hardguy sat quietly for a while, staring into his glass as Cathy’s words replayed endlessly in his mind.

Part of him knew she was right.

But another part of him, the louder part, had already gone too far to turn back.

Walking away now would feel like losing something.

And Hardguy hated losing.

The office remained silent except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the distant noise of Lagos traffic filtering faintly through the glass windows.

After a few more seconds, he reached casually for his phone and scrolled through his contacts.

Then he called one of the girls.

Not because he needed her.

Just because he wanted distraction.

Something to drown out the thoughts in his head.

****

Friday finally came, and as usual, Hardguy drove to their regular spot to meet Cathy and Kitty.

But the moment he stepped into the room, he immediately sensed something was wrong.

The atmosphere felt heavy.

Uncomfortable.

Especially Kitty, who sat quietly with a deep frown on her face, avoiding eye contact completely.

“Sorry I’m late,” Hardguy said casually as he shut the door behind him. “Traffic was crazy. But that’s by the way…”

He spread his arms dramatically with a grin.

“Daddy is here now.”

He leaned toward Kitty to kiss her lightly, but she moved away instantly.

That caught him off guard.

Hardguy slowly leaned back and looked between both women, the smile fading from his face almost immediately.

“Okay… what’s going on here?” he asked.

He turned toward Cathy.

“Don’t look at me,” she replied at once. “Ask her.”

Hardguy exhaled slowly and dropped into the chair opposite them.

“Alright, ladies,” he said, trying to sound calm. “Can somebody tell me what’s happening?”

The silence that followed felt painfully long.

Kitty kept staring at her fingers, rubbing them together nervously while Cathy folded her arms and looked away.

Then finally, after what felt like forever, Kitty spoke softly.

“I haven’t seen my period.”

The room went completely still.

The words landed like a bomb.

For a moment, even the air itself seemed frozen.
Hardguy stared blankly at Kitty, almost like his brain refused to process what he had just heard.

Even Cathy, despite all her suspicions, looked visibly unsettled.

For nearly two full minutes, nobody spoke.

The silence in the room became suffocating.

Kitty looked nervously from Cathy to Hardguy, her fingers tightening anxiously around her handbag as though she were bracing herself for impact.

“Someone should say something,” she whispered at last.

“He should talk,” Cathy replied coldly, without even looking at Hardguy. “Was I the one that got you pregnant?”

Hardguy finally leaned back into his chair and rubbed his jaw slowly, trying to maintain composure even though his mind was clearly spiraling underneath.

“So… you’re getting rid of it, right?” he asked nonchalantly.

Kitty’s eyes widened instantly.

“Hell no,” she shot back immediately. “I’m not doing that. It’s against my beliefs.”

The irony of the statement hung heavily in the air.

Hardguy and Cathy exchanged a quick look before both of them let out short, almost involuntary chuckles.

The reaction only irritated Kitty further.

“So sleeping with somebody’s husband isn’t against your belief, I guess?” Cathy asked dryly, folding her arms across her chest.

Kitty’s expression hardened immediately.

“Just know you’ll be welcoming a new baby,” she fired back sharply.

Hardguy shook his head at once.

“Baby girl, I have a wife,” he said firmly. “I won’t be doing that with you.”

The statement hit harder than he intended.

Kitty stared at him for a few long seconds, hurt and anger battling openly in her eyes. The vulnerability on her face disappeared little by little, replaced by something colder.

“Well then…” she said quietly, gripping her bag tighter. “Get ready for me.”

The warning in her tone was unmistakable.

She stood up immediately, grabbed her handbag, and walked out of the room without looking back.

The door shut behind her with a soft but final sound.

And somehow, the silence she left behind felt even heavier than before.

Cathy slowly turned toward Hardguy.

“Was this not what I. . .”

“Don’t even start,” Hardguy snapped sharply before she could finish.

His irritation exploded too quickly, almost like he needed someone else to blame before reality fully settled on him.

Without another word, he stood up angrily and stormed out as well, leaving Cathy sitting alone in the tense, suffocating silence.

****

Three days later, Hardguy returned home from work exhausted.

His shoulders ached from stress, and his head felt heavy from days of barely sleeping. As he stepped into the sitting room, he froze.

Kitty was sitting comfortably in the living room like she belonged there. By her side was Belinda also sitted calmly.

And standing nearby was Teny, holding a bottle of red wine while preparing to serve her.

The scene instantly sent a wave of panic through his body.

His eyes widened slightly.

“What the hell…” he muttered inwardly.

“Oh… sorry,” Kitty said calmly with a faint smile, lifting a hand politely toward the wine bottle. “I can’t take wine because I am…”

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