Dennis just finished getting prepared to go to the office when he heard a commotion at his gate.

He rushed out and saw his gateman arguing with someone on the other side of the gate.

"Tunde what is all this noise about?" He asked

"Sir it's madam oo, I have been trying to explain to her that I can't allow her in because of the instructions you gave, but she is not listening" The distressed gate man explained.

Dennis sighed and ordered the gateman to open the door for her. Immediately she got in she started shouting at the gateman.

"You this foolish man, how dare you stop me from coming into my husbands house? Ehn" she shouted with her hands akimbo.

"Would you stop this nonsense!" Dennis said feeling agitated

"Baby! I came to see you and he wasn't letting me in" She whined and hooked her arms to his.

"Step away from me and state your reasons for coming here while I'm still in control of my temper" He calmly stated

"What do you mean darling, this is my house as well and I can come and go whenever I please" she smirked

"You either speak or leave my house this instant" Dennis replied.

The gateman felt uncomfortable listening to their conversation and left for his room, leaving the couple to discuss.

"Why are you acting this way Dennis? I already told you why I'm here" She whined in a high pitched voice.

"Since you have nothing to say....I'm done here. Musa!" He glared at her and turned to face Musa who rushed out of his room.

"Get her out if my compound, I don't want to ever see even her shadow in this house" He said and made his way to his car.

He opened the car and was about to get in when Patricia rushed to his side and grabbed his arms.

"Dennis you can't do this to me, what have I ever done to you to deserve this ill treatment?" She shouted

He looked at her with a cold glare. He wished he could just beat her yo a pulp and make her feel the pain she inflicted on him but he was not that type of person. He liked being in contril of his emotions at all times even though it kills him.

Patricia irritated him and the feeling of her arms on his body made his skin crawl with disgust.

The thought of ever being in love with her made him feel sick to his stomach and the fact that his foolish heart is still not willing to let go made things harder for him.

It was a fight between his heart and brain but he had made up his made to follow the guidance of his brain and not his heart. Not this time around.

He roughly snatched his hand from hers and got into his car, slamming the door in her face.

"Madam u no hear watin Oga talk? Abeg comot for here" the gateman said. Dennis horned and the gateman rushed to open the door leaving an angry Patricia behind.

Dennis didn't even spare a single glance at Patricia before driving away.

"Madam! Come and be going nah" the gateman said. He wanted to go into his room and watch the replay of yesterdays football match and Patricia was wasting his time.

"Madam! Alele carry your leg dey go, Oga don comot a beg dey go" He said in a rush when he saw that she made no move to leave but on closer look he saw that she had tears rolling down her cheeks.

He had pity on her but at the same time he didn't. In his opinion she deserved the treatment she got from his boss, after what she did to him. And he had to do his job no matter what.

She bowed her head in shame as she walked out of the house. The gateman closed and locked the door after her.

Her phone started ringing, she looked at the caller ID which says 'Private Number' and sighed she already knows who owned the number and the person made her so angry.

She wiped her tears and composed herself before bringing to phone to her ear.

"What?" She asked in a harsh tone

"Easy tigeress" the caller chuckled from the other side.

"Easy my foot. You better start talking or I'll hang up the fucking phone!" She yelled

"I'll control myself if I were you Patricia...you wouldn't want something to happen to a certain someone now do you?" The voice mocked

"No please!..." Patricia pleaded

"Did you complete your task for today?" The voice asked in a serious tone

"I did" She sighed with a heavy heart.

"And what was the result?" The voice asked

"It was exactly what you wanted" She solemnly replied

"Good" the voice replied

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Dennis was sitted in his office, the sunlight beaming through the glass wall. He was reading a contract file that was just brought to him by his secretary.

He loosened his neck tie and used his handkerchief to wipe a patch of sweat glistening on his forehead.

He used his hand yp fan himself and unbuttoned his coat.

"Why is it so hot in here" he mumbled as he dropped the papers on the table.

He looked in the direction of the LG air conditioner placed on the wall and squirted his eyes in the direction of the power switch.

"You've got to be kidding me!" He groaned and picked up the remote.

He turned on the Air conditioner and immediately felt relieve as the cold air touched his skin.

"Wonder who turned it off" He heard a knock on his door, accompanied by his secretary's voice.

"May I come in?" She asked

"Yes Jane" he responded and got back to going through the papers.

"This package came in for you" She placed a small brown envelope before him and excused herself.

He picked up the envelop and looked at it curiously, it had only his name written in italics. There was no address or senders name.

He shrugged and opened the envelop expecting a letter but was greeted with an image that caused him to drop the whole content on his table.

He felt rage and sadness build up within him. The more he stared at the picture the more he felt his broken heart, break into smaller pieces.

He felt as though someone was using needles to pierce his heart over and over again.

He felt tears building up in his eyes, he  looked up willing the tears to go back.

Just when he started coming to terms with his wifes betrayal someone thought it was a good idea to remind him with more pictures that proved Patricia was never loyal.

The pictures in the envelop were that of Patricia with different men in hotels and restaurants.

He had so desperately tried to erase the image of Patricia and that boy in his bed from his brain. But now he had more images.

He sagged in his chair and closed his eyes.

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