Spurned
/spɜːnɜd/
-To refuse to accept something or someone because you feel that thing or person is not worth having.
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Itumeleng Nthabiseng Mashaba
A single wife- she's married but she's not... Her life is slowly falling apart, She's stuck in a loveless marriage. A marriage that was once filled with joy and passion, turned into lies and cheating. But she can't leave him... he's all she has apart from her children, She want to give them the perfect family but he's finally pushing her over the edge.
"You say that you love me but still find it in your guts to cheat on me, not once or twice but multiple times"
Kwenzokuhle Onkemetse Dlamini
He loves her but does she know that? But he also loves the streets, a little too much that he's not willing to give up his whoring ways for the love of his life. He's slowly loosing her- he's also loosing himself and without her, everything will come crumbling down.
"I love you, Tumi... I really do, just hear me out"
Join Itumeleng and Kwenzokuhle as they convey around their arrangement and try to make their marriage work, or not- Divorce is always an option.
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⚠︎ Contains South African Languages ⚠︎
⚠︎ Contains Grammatical Errors ⚠︎
⚠︎ Contains Mature Content ⚠︎
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A young divorcee finds love but there's secrets and betrayals that will be discovered.... will Nkanyezi be able to handle Malibongwe's secrets and will he be able to handle hers?
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"You need to stop sending me gifts, it's creepy." I say to him .
He looks at me and chuckles.
"Why are you coming closer Malibongwe." I give him a stern look.
He smiles and continues coming closer towards me.
He was standing by the door and now his standing in front of me, infront of my desk in my office.
He swiftly moves his right hand to my waist and his left moves to my weave.
"You smell good."
oh gosh, his voice.. It's... magical.
"Thank you."
He leans in towards me and whispers in my ear, "I'll pick you up at 5pm tomorrow for dinner."
He kisses my neck and leaves.
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