The wall between us is not the brick that separates this room from the restroom, its pain and hurt and betrayal. His trust for me is dead, and I am the murderer.
My heart breaks as I hear his sobs from the restroom; I only hope that someday, he can find it in his heart to forgive me. The day I made the mistake that led to this will forever remain etched in my memory, forming a pathetic story I’ll rather forget.
I grew up a goody two shoes, raised by very strict religious parents. I was ignorant of the ways of the world. My father pastors a small Pentecostal church in Lagos and my mother is a nurse at a public health centre. From an early age, I was taught that pre-marital sex is a sin…
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