Chapter Sixteen.

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Sydney's P.O.V.
After Keith left, I went straight to Andre's room, leaving the remaining guests to the others. I'm not in the mood for people right now. I'm too mind-occupied about whether or not Andre is going to come back.

I take a long sip from the champagne bottle I had gone to fetch from the guest room. I then brush my fingers against my lower lip.

I laugh at the thought of how much I enjoyed kissing Keith. Having his muscular arms around my waist. His hands...how I wish they'd been to more places than just my butt cheeks.

God forgive me for my sinful thoughts.

I toss the empty champagne bottle onto the carpet. A knock sounds at the door. Nthabi pops her head in. "Honey. Seng'yolala, uzobaright(I'm going to sleep, will you be okay)? I smile at her and nod.

"Well, everyone is going to bed now. Sebehambile abantu(everyone's gone)." Nthabi informs me. I nod again and blow her a kiss. "You should sleep. You look drunk." She laughs.

I laugh too. "Go to bed already." She blows a kiss and shuts the door. When I hear her door click shut, I leave the room and the house is definitely quiet now.

I sigh and head to the kitchen, hoping for another drink. I open the fridge and smile at an open bottle of white wine. I don't drink like this, but tonight I will. And I will surely live to regret my decision.

The front door opens. I pause for a moment and take the bottle out of the fridge before closing it. My heart is racing at the thought that it could be Andre.

I hold the bottle with one hand and leave the kitchen. I probably should've taken my heels off because I feel like I'll kiss the floor very soon.

I find Andre locking the front door. I take a long sip from the bottle in my hand as my eyes remain on his back that is faced towards me.

He sighs and pursues for the stairs. "Going somewhere?" I ask him. He freezes for a moment and turns to look at me.

I drink from the bottle again. "I-" "Where are you coming from?" I cut him off. He plays with his car keys. "I took Elizabeth home because she didn't bring her car."

My upper lip twitches. "You couldn't ask anyone else to do it for you? Get her an Uber? Or at least tell me that you're leaving?" He sighs and walks my direction. I watch him as he nears me. "You better stay where you are." I say with clear annoyance in my tone. Andre stops.

"You left me here, on our wedding night for another woman. I looked like an idiot at my own after party. Our after party."

Andre looks down. "What you did was wrong. You shouldn't have done what you did." I frown. "What did I do?" He looks right at me. "You were verbally harrassing her, Sydney. It looked like you were threatening her. For you, that's low!"

The fury within me builds up. "Are you kidding me? Fine! I told her to leave you because I am sick and tired of sharing you with her and being second best. You're always with her! You're always talking about her! You don't see me anymore Andre! You don't even want to have sex with me anymore.

And whenever something bad happens to her, you're always to her rescue. If I'm involved, it's either you defend her or you pick her before me."

My face drops as I feel my eyes tear up. "You don't choose me anymore. And I don't want to be your second choice. You let me leave for Seattle and nothing has been the same since I got back. I mean, what was I thinking getting married to a married man?!"

My tears fall. I lean against the nearest wall. Andre steps forward. I look up and throw the bottle before his feet. "Don't come near me!" I cry.

Andre sighs. "Sydney, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do this to you or make you feel this way. I love you more-"

I scream and shut my ears. I uncover my ears and stand up straight. "Ungang'hlanyisi(don't drive me crazy). Don't f*cking tell me you love me because this is not love!"

Andre looks at me shockingly, his expression sad and shocked all at once. My crying turns into a sob. I place a hand against my aching chest.

The rush of footsteps coming down the fleet of stairs sound. My mother, Nthabi and Karen are now with us downstairs. Jason joins us seconds later. "Is everything okay? I heard screaming."

Nthabi is now in front of me, hugging me. I sniff and nod my head. She let's go off of me but remains at my side. I glare at Andre who's now looking at the floor.

I walk up to him, careful of the liquid and glass pieces on the floor and leave a gap between us.

He looks into my eyes which I'm sure are red and spoilt by make-up. "If this is how we're going to start our marriage, then I no longer want to be a part of it. And if it is that you still want to be with me, you'll leave her. I'm not threatening you, nor am I demanding you. I'm telling you."

I click my tongue at him before walking up the stairs. I enter my mom's room and take off my shoes before collapsing onto her bed.

I cuddle up with a pillow and cry. My mother's door closes and soon after, a pair of hands are pulling me close. I give in and cry into my mother's arms.

"Mama, it hurts." I say. She rubs my back. "I know ngane yami(my child). It'll be fine." I quiet down and look up at my mother.

I think about telling her about Keith but decide against it and cuddle my head onto her chest. I close my eyes and fall asleep.

Andre's P.O.V.
I knew Sydney was harbouring a lot of anger inside of her but as she spoke, I could hear a lot of resentment in her tone.

Nthabi walks up to me, her arms crossed. "Why? She loves you so much and has done so much for you and this is how you do her?" I don't make eye contact with Nthabi. "I'm disappointed Andre. I really am. Just pray you don't lose her if you haven't already." She says before she disappears.

I hear my dad sigh and follow Nthabi back upstairs. I can sense my mother's presence is still in the room with me. "Just say it." I say, lowly. I look at her and she only shakes her head before heading back to her room.

Her silence hits harder than I thought it would. I expected her to yell at me or give me her judgemental opinions just so I can feel better about myself. But her silence just made me feel crappier.

I move from my spot and head to my room. I enter it and I'm disappointed to find my bedroom empty.

What was I expecting anyway? I sigh and take off my shoes, suit and shirt before dozing off.

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