SHATTERED DREAMS

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

Hlelolwenkosi's Point of View

It had been about three days since Sibusiso and my husband, Sbanisethu, reunited. Those first few days were filled with an overwhelming mix of emotions—joy at the discovery of my husband's long-lost twin and a sense of bittersweet loss as I watched the bond grow between them. I had welcomed Sibusiso and his family into our lives with open arms, but now I felt like an outsider looking in.

We had returned to Johannesburg, but things felt different. The home that once buzzed with our family’s laughter now felt strangely quiet. It was as if a shift had taken place in our little world, one that I struggled to understand. Sbanisethu spent most of his time with Sibusiso, leaving me to manage the home and care for our baby, Phiwokuhle. It seemed that the reunion had consumed him, and I could feel a growing distance between us.

I glanced at the clock, feeling a mix of frustration and sadness as the minutes ticked by. Today was supposed to be a special day—Phiwo’s six-month check-up. It was an appointment I had looked forward to, but Sbanisethu was nowhere to be found. He had promised he would be there, but the day had come and gone, and he hadn’t shown up. Instead, my driver, Mthandeni, had to take me to the clinic.

As I sat in the waiting room, cradling Phiwokuhle in my arms, I couldn't shake off the feeling of anger mixed with heartache. “How could he do this?” I thought bitterly, biting my lip to suppress the frustration rising within me. “He never misses any of Phiwo's appointments. This is so unlike him.”

I watched other mothers with their partners, each one supporting the other as they cooed over their babies and exchanged loving glances. My heart ached at the thought of Sbanisethu’s absence. I had always believed that we were a team, but lately, it felt as if he had chosen Sibusiso over our family. I felt a lump form in my throat as the reality settled in.

“Mrs Khumalo?” the nurse called my name, and I stood up, forcing a smile as I walked towards her, my heart heavy with disappointment.

“Hello, how are you today?” the nurse asked, her voice warm and welcoming.

“I’m fine, thank you,” I replied, though I didn’t feel it. I took a seat on the examination table with Phiwokuhle on my lap, forcing myself to focus on her health rather than my turmoil.

As the nurse checked Phiwokuhle’s weight and height, I couldn’t help but glance at my phone, hoping for a message or a missed call from Sbanisethu. Nothing.

“Everything looks great,” the nurse said, smiling as she recorded the information. “She’s growing perfectly.”

“Thank you,” I managed to say, though I felt detached from the joy of the moment. As she continued to check Phiwokuhle, my mind wandered back to my husband. What was he doing right now? Was he with Sibusiso? Did he even care that he missed this important milestone in our daughter’s life?

After the check-up, I drove home with Mthandeni, the silence in the car deafening. My mind raced as I replayed the events of the past few days. Sbanisethu would come home late, often claiming he had work, but deep down, I could sense that there was more to it. He had become a man divided—torn between his new-found family and the one we had built together.

When I arrived home, I placed Phiwokuhle in her crib, her innocent coos reminding me of the joy she brought into our lives. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. I loved Sbanisethu deeply, but I felt like I was losing him to a past I couldn’t understand.

Later that evening, Sbanisethu walked through the door, looking tired but happy. My heart sank as he greeted me with a wide smile, oblivious to the storm brewing within me.

“Mkami!” he said, his eyes lighting up as he approached. “How was the check-up? I’m sorry I couldn’t make it.”

I could hear the sincerity in his voice, but my anger bubbled to the surface. “It was fine,” I replied, trying to keep my tone even. “But I was hoping you’d be there. You always are.”

He looked taken aback, and I could see the realization dawn on him. “I know, and I’m really sorry. I had some important things to discuss with Sibusiso. I thought I’d be back in time.”

“Important things?” I echoed, the hurt evident in my voice. “Is that more important than our daughter’s health?”

He frowned, his expression shifting to one of confusion. “No, Hlelo, it’s not like that. I’m just trying to reconnect with my brother, to understand my past.”

“And what about us?” I interjected, my heart pounding. “What about our family? It feels like you’re putting him before me and Phiwokuhle.”

Sbanisethu ran a hand through his hair, the tension evident in his posture. “That’s not true! I love you both more than anything. I’m just trying to process everything that’s happened. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I looked into his eyes, searching for the connection we once had. “It’s not just about you, Sbani. This is about our family. I need you here, not just physically, but emotionally too. I can’t do this alone.”

He stepped closer, reaching out to touch my arm. “I’m here, Hlelo. I promise I’m not going anywhere. I’m just trying to navigate this new reality, and I want you to be part of it. I want to make it work.”

“Then you need to show me,” I said softly, tears threatening to spill over. “You need to show me that I’m not competing with your brother for your attention. I want to support you in this, but I need to feel valued too.”

Sbanisethu sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping. “You’re right. I’ve been so focused on this new discovery that I neglected what’s right in front of me. I’m sorry, mkami. I’ll do better.”

I nodded, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the hurt. “I want to believe you. I just need you to make that commitment to us.”

“I will,” he promised, pulling me into his embrace. “I love you, Hlelo, and I love our daughter. I don’t want to lose what we have.”

In that moment, I felt the warmth of his love surround me, easing the ache in my heart. “I love you too, Mbulazi. Let’s make this work together.”

As we stood in our living room, holding each other, I realized that while the road ahead might be challenging, we were willing to fight for our family. I was determined to find a balance between Sbanisethu’s past and our present, and I hoped that together we could create a future filled with love and understanding.

But I also knew that we had to face the complexities of his newfound relationship with Sibusiso head-on. I needed to ensure that while he explored this connection, he didn’t forget the family we had built together.

As the days unfolded, I would make sure that we stayed anchored in our love, even as we navigated the storm of emotions that accompanied Sbusiso's return into our lives. I was ready to embrace the challenges and joys ahead, as long as we faced them together.

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Reader's Thoughts Needed!

As you dive into the this chapter, I’d love to hear your thoughts on Hlelolwenkosi's perspective. Do you think she’s exaggerating her feelings about Sibusiso's presence in their lives, or is her concern justified? Is Sibusiso a genuine threat to her marriage with Sbanisethu, or is she perhaps overreacting to the changes happening around her?

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