Chapter 9

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Simamkele's pov:

"So everytime you touched me you thought of her?" I ask him calmly. I'm not mad at him for loving someone else,I'm upset because he pretended to love me. That day he begged me not to leave but after agreeing to stay,he went out and drank his life away. He never slept in our room,left early and came back at night. It's been three weeks. I'm not even feeling well to be dealing with all this drama. I've had so many suicidal thoughts since he has left

"No. Believe it or not mama,I like you for you. You have that thing that she doesn't have and I can't pinpoint what it is" so all of a sudden he likes me?before she came along I used to hear the word 'love' day and night. I'm not jealous,I'm just wondering what changed.

"It's fine" I say and he wraps his arms around my waist. I put my hands on his bold arms. He looks at me for a very long time and the whole time I was looking at his t-shirt. I was really delusional for thinking we could fall for each other. I don't see a way forward in this marriage. He kisses my forehead and then tucks my hair behind my ear. I straightened my curls in the morning.

"You are my wife,mother of my children,nobody can take your space in my life" he whispers but he has lost my trust. I was honest with him from the beginning,that I've only had one boyfriend and maybe I might have lied about sleeping with him instead of being raped,but he didn't have to know that yet. He is still going to show me his true colors

"We have to go,we're going to be late" I say and he kisses my lips. He looks at me when I don't respond to his touch. I look at him shyly

"One round and then we can go,ngiyakucela mama" he begs. I nod. I am his wife and everything he wants,I should give him. He kisses me again and I respond "cha kube ushilo kuthi awufuni(you should've said so if you didn't want to)" he says rolling his eyes. He lets me go and walks away. I also walk out to the kitchen. I'm hungry and I'm probably going to cook at the in-laws so fuck him and his moods. I finish making breakfast for us and eat my plate. I've been calling him but he's been ignoring me. I want to pee so bad so I rush to the toilet. Ugh!fuck! I hate being a girl. Why did I have to start my period today of all days?where I'll be working my ass off the whole day.

I wipe myself and look in the cabinet for some tampons. I find them and utilize only one. I take the rest and make sure the toilet is clean. I leave the bathroom and I head to our room. I find him changing in the closet. I change too into my white summer dress and sandals. We're going to Lukhanyo's welcome home party. He's been in hospital for about 4 months and he's been out since three weeks ago...but they are only having the party now. Weird. He walks out and bumps into me,I stumble back and hold onto the closet door for support. What the hell? He clicks his tongue and walks off. I sigh,will I ever rest?

"Simamkele hurry up!" he shouts from downstairs. He sounds sexually frustrated so I'll let him be. I take my handbag and walk out of our room after checking if I have all the necessities. I take the gift we bought for Lukhanyo since he left it on the counter. I walk outside to his car and he locks the house. The radio is playing 'If I were you by Tamia'. I didn't know this song before today but I'll definitely add it to my playlist. Not that I'll ever have someone who loves me the way she explains it but,I don't think I can also love back at this point. My phone rings in my hands. Yes,Thami bought me a Samsung Note 20,and I didn't need a phone this expensive but it has great camera quality. He stares at me for a second and looks back at the road

"Ma we're on our way" I say giggling because I know how she is

"Simamkele,you guys should've been here ages ago" she sulks making me laugh

"I know,we were still busy" she laughs

"Busy making babies" I give out an uncomfortable chuckle before bidding her goodbye. Thami looks at me once again and then averts his eyes back to the road. What is up with him? We get there and he takes the present from the backseat. I take my handbag and our phones,he holds my hand-the yard is already full of different cars-I look at him. He pulls me gently towards his parents house.

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