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Confessions of a Cheating Wife (5)

He was like a bed bug, hard to get rid of.

I almost screamed on seeing him.

“Why are you following me?” I asked in a whisper.

He gave a smirk. If we weren’t sharing space with other people in the elevator, I would have punched him.

I curse the day I met him. I stood still watching the numbers on the elevator go up as we rose up each floor. It stopped on the eight floor and the doors pulled open, a gentleman who had his ear phones on walked out and two young girls with pig tails got on the elevator with us. One of them punched the elevator button fifteen with her right hand and the elevator doors swung shut.

Osas was watching me. We stood beside each other in silence. I wonder what was running through his mind. When the elevator got to the twelfth floor. I got out, he followed me.

“Osas, what do you want from me? Leave me alone.” I yelled.

“You want to cause a scene.” He said calmly not caring if people watched. No one was watching to be precise.

“Anything to keep you away from me, I will do.” I responded sharply as I strutted off angrily. I hoped he wouldn’t follow, but I was wrong.