Melusi



The house resembled a war zone, a chaotic battlefield where fragments of my once cherished possessions lay strewn across the floor. Melokuhle had left nothing untouched, shattering every object I had ever bought for her. As I surveyed the wreckage, my mind was awash with bewilderment, desperately seeking an explanation for this devastating scene. Just a couple of hours ago, we had shared a blissful night out, and now my sanctuary had been reduced to ruins.

Clutching my phone tightly, I made my way to the kitchen counter, intending to call Melokuhle and try and apologise. But before I could dial her number, a message notification caught my eye. With a mix of anxiety and curiosity, I opened it, only to be confronted by a video that materialized before me.

My heart raced, pounding within my chest, as I looked at the visual evidence of my own betrayal: a video capturing intimate moments between me and Zandile.

Suddenly, everything became clear. The reason behind Melokuhle’s explosive anger lay bare before me. I had violated the vow of our marriage, by shamelessly cheating on her with the very woman we had shared a meal with, on our honeymoon. A wave of guilt surged from the depths of my stomach, threatening to engulf me as the video continued its damning display. There was no escape from the truth; the undeniable proof of my infidelity lay mercilessly exposed.

Fury coursed through my veins, mingling with regret, as I threw my phone against the wall in a fit of rage. I was furious with myself for jeopardizing the very foundation of my marriage, for succumbing to temptation when I had the strength to resist. Driven by a burning anger, I stormed out of the house, making my way towards Zandile’s place. My gut had warned me but instead I chose to ignore it, but my own lust had clouded my judgment, leading me astray.

Ignoring the speed limit, I raced through the streets, the scenery a blur of colors and lights. The weight of my actions bore down upon me, the gravity of the situation sinking in with every passing moment.

When I finally arrived at Zandile’s residence, I unleashed my pent-up frustration on her door, pounding it with a force that threatened to tear it from its hinges.

As the door swung open, revealing Zandile standing there, her eyes glassy and expression filled with a mixture of surprise and sorrow, I was confronted with the consequences of my actions, leaving nothing but remorse and despair in its wake.