The days that followed were like walking through a cemetery.
Quiet. Cold. Full of ghosts.
Inemesit had changed. Something had shifted in her, something I could not name, and the silence between us grew thick enough to touch.
For two weeks, she became a shadow in my own house.
Even when my wife was not around — even when the coast was clear and there was no one to perform for — Inemesit hardly came to the sitting room anymore. She would wait until she heard my footsteps climbing the stairs, and only then would she emerge from her room to clean. Like a mouse waiting for the cat to leave.
And when I came downstairs — when I needed water, when I needed to check the mail, when I simply wanted to feel the sun on my face — I would hear it. The scramble. The soft thud of hurried feet. The click of her door closing just before I turned the corner.
She was avoiding me.
The realization sat in my chest like a stone.
She is avoiding me.
At first, I told myself it was fine. That she needed space. That I had been too forward, too bold, too reckless with that question.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
What was I thinking? A married man. A house help. A woman who had been used and discarded by men who promised her the world and gave her nothing but scars.
Of course she was scared. Of course she was hiding. Of course she was building walls between us — walls I had helped her build with my own foolish hands.
I felt guilty. Deeply guilty.
🔥💖OGA I WAN KNACK💖 – EPISODE ELEVEN – THE WALLS COME DOWN 💖🔥
