Melokuhle



My heart pounded in my chest as I heard a voice I never expected to encounter again. Melusi stood before me, and my anger surged, mixed with a whirlwind of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me.

I avoided looking directly at him, afraid that the mere sight of him would bring back painful memories of his betrayal with Zandile.

“I’m sorry,” he uttered, and I could feel almost feel the sincerity in his words, but it isn’t enough for my heart to accept it as the truth.

“I told you not to come after me,” I replied surprisingly calm despite the storm of emotions brewing inside me, I tried to maintain my composure.

My father approached, seemingly determined to drag Melusi away, but Melusi resisted, insisting that my father was behind all of this. My father froze in place, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “No,” I protested, unwilling to believe that my own father orchestrated this betrayal. “Is it true?”

My father didn’t deny it, admitting that he did it for me, believing that Melusi was not right for me. The revelation shocked me to my core, leaving me feeling betrayed not only by Melusi but by my own father as well.

“It doesn’t matter, Melusi,” I asserted, my voice firm. “You are the one who slept with Zandile. No one forced you. Now, get out.”

He looked at me defeated as he left, no longer apologising or pleading for forgiveness. I watched him go, my heart aching with the knowledge that our marriage had been shattered beyond repair.

Turning to my mother, I shook my head in disbelief. “Did you know about this?” I asked my mother.

She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. “No, honey, how could you, Steven?”

But my father remained defiant, insisting he had done it for my own good.

“I need some fresh air.” I said standing up, everything is just happening too damn fast, making it hard to grasp at what is happening at the moment.

I need time to process everything, to breathe and understand the depth of deception that had unfolded before me.

Snatching my phone from the couch, I walked out of the house, needing space to clear my head and make sense of the chaos. As I stepped outside the gate, frustration boiled within me, and I kicked the ground in a futile attempt to release my pent-up emotions.

Suddenly, someone covered my mouth and nose with a cloth soaked in some kind of drug. Panic surged through me, and before I could even close my eyes, I recognised the person responsible for this betrayal.