Lunga was right, I did give birth to a beautiful baby girl, and she was so much like me. Come to think of it, out of all my children, Owethu was the only one who was the spitting image of his father. After the incident, I did not press any charges against Lunga. He still tried getting me back though, but I would never fall for his traps again.

After everything, I moved to my own apartment, and my children and I were very happy. When my daughter turned two months old, Lunga came by to see her, and he brought her gifts and a cake. He was very delighted to finally have a princess.

Siyabonga and I saw each other afterwards, but only as friends. We both agreed that I needed to heal first, and maybe after a year we could try the relationship route. So, at that moment, we were just good friends. He sometimes brought his daughter over to my house, and I would do the same with my children. He was a wonderful man, and I hoped we would get married someday. He wanted the same thing too, and he desperately wanted to make me his wife.

Lunga did not get to take the kids to his house, but he saw them every weekend and on holidays. He was attending Alcoholics Anonymous meeting though, and I hoped he got the help he needed because he could not afford to be abusive in his next relationship.

As for me, my life was thriving without Lunga. He might as well have forgotten about me and stopped sending me gifts to remind me how good things used to be back when we were young and naive.

I was still young, with a petite body, a beautiful face, and I did not look a day over 25. Honestly speaking, I was looking forward to my life with Siyabonga, my kids, his kid, and the kids we would have together. We were going to be one big happy family, and I was sure of it. So, as the six of us slept in my bedroom, Siyabonga, his daughter Simbongile and my kids, I just knew that we were going to be alright.

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