Some minutes later, the gateman opened the gate and led me into the house. The house was beautiful; the sitting room was tastefully furnished.

I stood in the sitting room waiting for him to come out. He joined me few minutes later and we exchanged cold greetings.

"How did you know this place?"

“Walls have ears you know! Do you expect me to just fold my hands and do nothing about us?"

“Why are you here?” he asked.

“Tunde, I'm here for just one reason: where did I go wrong?”

“Pamilerin, you didn't do anything wrong. I know I promised to visit you but I've been very busy of late."

"I think by now you should have a better excuse than 'busy', or what do you think?"

"I wish you could understand," he said.

"Understand what? That you left because of all these!"

"This has nothing to do with my present status."

"Really?"

"Just give me some time to clear my head, because right now I don't even know what I want." He said.

"I get it, after five years... you want something new, right? You are bored with me."

"Don't put it like that. Please give me some time."

He was still trying to explain himself when a lady walked down the stairs. She wore a crop top on a bum short. She's fair in complexion; her skin glowed like that of a super model. I'm not bad looking – that's obvious – but this lady is one of those who spend every penny they earn to enhance their looks.

“Baby, can you please give us some minutes, I'll meet you upstairs,” he said to the lady.

"Baby?!" I exclaimed.

“I'm sorry! I can't go upstair right now. Who is she anyway?” she asked Tunde.

“She's a friend.”

“A friend? So she's the baby and I'm the friend, right? I now get it." I said.

“I don't care who she is, but I need her to leave this place this very minute before I call security to throw her out,” she yelled.

“Tunde, I'm not leaving this place until you answer my question. Or don't you think you owe me an explanation? You got a new job and even relocated without telling me. God knows I didn't deserve this from you."

“Stop right there gold digger! Is that why you are here... to reap where you did not sow?" the lady launched at me.

“That should be my line. Don't you know you are the gold digger here... reaping where you did not..."

Before I could finish my statement, her hands had already landed on my cheek. I stepped forward and returned the slap. Tunde hurriedly stood in between us.

“You watched her slap me and did nothing about it?" She lashed at Tunde.

“Antonia! But you slapped her first.”

“Really! I know what to do.”

She went out and called the security man. He came in and ushered me out of the house. Tunde said nothing; he watched as I was been led out of his house.

I took a cab that carried me straight to my house; thank God I had enough money on me. I cried silently in the cab.

I got a message from him on way home. He apologised for what happened in his house and promised to check on me.

I got home and cried bitterly. This is the guy that I love wholeheartedly; a guy I made so many sacrifices for. I spent five years of my life nurturing this relationship. He was the only guy I've dated all my life. I cast my mind back to the abortion I did earlier on in our relationship and I wept the more. I still live with that guilt. Even after the abortion, I still went on to satisfy his sexual desires because I wanted to please and keep him. I've done things I wish I could undone now, all because of him.

Now I admit that sex won't make men stay; they leave when they feel like leaving and they stay if they want to stay, regardless of sex.

That night, I wiped away my tears, took my bath and encouraged myself to forget about him and move on. I told God that night to strengthen me and help me move on because five years of relationship is not a joke.

I ended our relationship within me, declaring myself officially single. It's obvious he doesn't want this relationship either, so I'll just sit back and wait for the day he will come around to give his breakup speech.

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