Zamageda his heart

Chapter 30

I'm struggling to believe him after all the lies he's told me with a straight face. My mind is racing with all the deceit and manipulation. He claimed Yandi was responsible,  the note confirmed it was her. I'm tempted to call Nyezi and vent, but her nonchalant attitude and condescending tone would only make things worse. In moments like these, I wish Landiwe was still in South Africa; she worked with my father and might know something about this mysterious woman.Namisa breaks my train of thought as she cuddles up on my lap, clinging to her teddy bear. 'Hi, baby,' I coo, peppering her face with kisses. She giggles and excitedly shares her day's adventures.

She's the only Mabaso I can tolerate right now, which reminds me I need to return Xoli's calls.'What would you like for dinner?' Zipho asks, pulling me back to reality. My smile vanishes as I glance up at him; I'm still reeling from his lies. 'I'm fasting,' I reply flatly, unsure if I can trust him even with my food.He chuckles and walks away, a habitual response whenever I show emotion, as if he wasn't responsible for my pregnancy. His chuckle grates on my nerves, and I feel a surge of resentment. How can he be so cavalier when I'm drowning in doubts and fear? Namisa senses my tension and snuggles closer, her tiny hands wrapping around my thumb. I force a smile, trying to shake off the anxiety for her sake.

As the evening wears on, his attempts at conversation fall flat. I respond with monosyllables, my mind elsewhere. Namisa and Iyana's chatter fill the silence, but even their usual enthusiasm can't penetrate the thick tension. After dinner, he retreats to his study to work on his dictionary of lies, leaving me to bathe his kids and put them to bed. As I rock Iyana to sleep, my thoughts drift back to Landiwe. I need to reach out to her, see if she knows anything about this mysterious woman. As she drifts off, I gently lay her down and pull out my phone. My fingers hesitate over the screen, wondering if I should call Landiwe now or wait till morning. Just then, my phone buzzes with an incoming text from Xoli: "Hey, sis. Been trying to reach you.. how are you holding up?"

My heart swells with gratitude. Xoli's always been a good listener. Maybe it's time to confide in her. "Hey, Xoli. Need to talk. Can i call tomorrow?" I type, hesitation gone. The response comes quickly: "Sure mama." I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing I have someone to turn to. As I settle into bed, my mind begins to unravel the threads of Zipho's deceit. I settle into bed, anticipating a sleepless night, and begin working on my laptop. He emerges from the shower, water droplets glistening on his chest. He knows I dislike the wet footprints he leaves behind, but he doesn't seem to care. As he lotions and dresses, his slow movements ignite a spark within me. His chiseled chest and bulging shorts leave me breathless. My gaze follows him, and I feel an undeniable yearning.

"What are you working on?" he asks, peering at my laptop as he settles into bed."I'm not at liberty to share that," I respond, my voice lower than intended. "Oh?" his eyes lock onto mine, filled with seduction. "What are you at liberty to share, then?" My cheeks flush as our familiar routine unfolds. Pregnancy has awakened a newfound desire within me, and he revels in exploring our deepest passions. He gently removes my laptop and pulls me into a fervent kiss. Our bodies entwine, driven by need and desire. A soft moan escapes my lips, inviting his tongue to dance with mine. Our lips move in sync, the passion between us palpable. Zipho's hands roam my body, rekindling the spark that never truly fades. I melt into his touch, my senses heightened.

As we break apart for air, Zipho's eyes burn with desire. "You're so beautiful" His words send shivers down my spine. He gently lifts my shirt, exposing my swollen belly. His lips trail kisses along the curve, sending waves of pleasure through me. I thread my fingers through his hair, guiding his mouth back to mine. The connection between us intensifies, our love and desire merging. In this moment, all doubts and fears fade away. Zipho's love and adoration envelop me, and I surrender to our passion.