I didn't kill my asshole ex-boyfriend.
I knew I might've said I would countless times in the text I sent before we broke up, and I wasn't the calmest person.
But I really didn't kill him.
I, however, am the number one and only suspect of his murder since to everyone else he was a sAiNt. But hey, let's not talk ill of the dead.
The point is, I was stuck at the station being questioned about something I didn't do. And I thought it was the worst thing that could've possibly happened to me.
That is, until I set eyes on the detective of the case.
I may just play along for a while. See where this thing goes....
The story unravelled a young man in his early twenties. He boarded a bus enroute Aguda in Surulere from work. As the journey progressed, he was in thoughts regarding how he would take care of his domestic needs that weekend.
He reached home only to be met with the deteriorating situation at home.
That weekend, there was a heavy down pour of rain and as a result, his foam was drenched in the rain due to a leaking roof. He went to call his best friend cum neighbor to help him wriggle out the water but was directed to the chairman's house where he was and that was where he met the woman who changed his life.
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