🔥💖OGA I WAN KNACK💖 – EPISODE ELEVEN – THE WALLS COME DOWN 💖🔥

Not because I had asked the question, but because I had asked it without thinking about what it meant for her. For her future. For her heart.

She had already told me she was scared of falling in love with me. She had already told me she knew exactly how this would end.

And I had ignored her. I had pushed. I had asked anyway.

Fool, I told myself. Foolish, selfish man.
Emma isi okpo!
I wished I had never said anything. I wished I could reach back through time and grab my own hand before it pressed send. I wished I could undo the words that had made her retreat into herself like a snail pulling back into its shell.

But I could not undo.

So I decided to give her the space she wanted.

I started avoiding downstairs completely. The sitting room became a forbidden territory, except when my wife was home. Then I would sit there like a normal husband, pretending to watch television, pretending everything was fine, while Inemesit moved around us like a ghost — silent, invisible, untouchable.

I took my breakfast and lunch upstairs. I ate alone at my desk, staring at my screen, tasting nothing. I ordered delivery when I could, so I would not have to go to the kitchen. I listened for sounds before I came downstairs — the shuffle of her feet, the hum of her gospel song, the click of her door — and only moved when I was certain she was safely inside her room.

I hardly went out. Nothing urgent came. No delivery man knocked. The world outside seemed to understand that I was in a self-imposed exile.

We continued like that for two weeks.

Fourteen days of silence.
Fourteen days of shadows.
Fourteen days of walking on eggshells in my own house.

Then, one Saturday night, my wife came to me while I was working on my computer.

She stood behind my chair, her arms crossed, her face wearing an expression I had not seen in a long time. Concern. Real concern.

“Babe,” she said, “I need to talk to you about something.”

I turned in my chair. “What is it?”