You bqstard
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Nomadlozi and Adam were ready to head out when she realized she’d forgotten her phone. She rushed back inside to fetch it. But when she returned, Adam was already on a call.
> “Ok, hablaremos pronto,” he said in a calm, foreign tone before hanging up.
His face shifted slightly when he saw her—like he hadn’t expected her back just yet.
Nomadlozi paused at the car door, intrigued.
Spanish? That was new.
> “And then?” she asked playfully as she fastened her seatbelt.
> “Nothing. Let’s find something on the radio,” Adam replied quickly, fiddling with the stations.
> “You speak…?” she pressed, a little smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
> “Spanish,” he said with a grin, starting the car.
She raised an eyebrow, waiting. A full story better follow that little plot twist.
> “It’s just a friend I met at a Spanish class in London,” he said casually, eyes on the road. “We always speak Spanish to each other.”
But why did he seem... off? His body language didn’t match his words. Still, she let it go.
> “So, are you ready to face them?” she asked, changing the topic.
> “No,” Adam replied nonchalantly. “We’re just going to get your ring and leave. You did agree to be my wife, Sisi.”
His voice had returned to its playful lilt.
Nomadlozi’s heart fluttered, but she turned her face to the window to hide her smile.
> “No, I didn’t,” she said softly.
> “Then why are you smiling, MaKhoza?” he teased, his hand resting gently on her thigh.
She placed her hand on his, warmth spreading through her chest.
He had no right to be this disarming.
Not when he’d caused this much chaos in her life.
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Later, they arrived at The Capital hotel. Nomadlozi had asked Nomafu to meet for brunch. She couldn’t ignore the guilt anymore. She had to face her sister.
Her palms were clammy, her heart loud in her chest.
> “Don’t worry. It won’t be that bad. You guys are sisters,” Adam said, kissing her hands.
> “Exactly why I’m nervous,” she murmured, adjusting her sunglasses.
He kissed her cheek, gave a little wave, and drove off.
Inside the hotel, just as she reached the lobby, her phone buzzed—a bank notification followed by a sticker on w******p.
When she opened it, she chuckled. The sticker was dramatic. Typical Nomafu humor.
But her smile faded the moment she looked up.
> “So you called me here to gloat?” Nomafu’s voice cut through her.
> “No… I… I’m sorry,” Nomadlozi stammered.
Nomafu rolled her eyes and walked ahead into the dining area. She deliberately picked the table in the center—knowing how Nomadlozi hated attention.
She sat like a queen. Dominant. Unmoved.
Nomadlozi walked over, every step heavy.
> “Mntase... hi,” she greeted softly.
Nomafu scoffed and looked away.
> “Wow. I didn’t know snakes could talk. Oh wait—you must be Mamlambo.” She waved over the waiter.
Nomadlozi swallowed her pride, blinking back tears.
Nomafu ordered two bottles of their finest champagne.
Nomadlozi, too overwhelmed to even glance at the menu, asked for bottled water with ice.
> “I’m sorry, Fufu. I really am,” she whispered.
> “Sorry for what? That you embarrassed me? Or that you stole my life, you pig?” Nomafu’s voice trembled with rage.
> “Why are you being so mean?” Nomadlozi asked, voice cracking. “I know you’re angry. You deserve to be. But this… this isn’t you.”
> “Oh, you think I’m mean?” Nomafu laughed darkly. “You haven’t seen anything, sisi. I will squash you.”
Before Nomadlozi could respond, Nomafu stood, grabbed the ice bucket, and hurled it across the table. Cold water splashed all over Nomadlozi, soaking her dress and dropping her jaw.
Then—CRASH.
Both bottles of champagne tumbled and shattered.
> “And good luck paying for that,” Nomafu sneered, pointing at the shards on the floor.
Gasps echoed through the restaurant. Phones were lifted. Videos began recording.
Eyes burned into Nomadlozi.
Panicked and humiliated, she fled the restaurant.
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Back at home, Nomafu stormed in, slamming her keys and bag onto the couch. Her chest heaved as she paced the living room.
> “I’m going to kill her. She messed with the wrong b***h,” she seethed, voice trembling with rage.
Lily stood calmly in the kitchen, sipping wine and chopping vegetables like nothing had happened.
> “Mom!” Nomafu shouted when she realized Lily hadn’t flinched.
Lily finally turned. She walked toward her daughter slowly, drying her hands on a kitchen towel.
She cupped Nomafu’s face with unsettling gentleness, smiling as if she understood.
And just as Nomafu began to relax—
SLAP!
A sharp, echoing hit across the cheek.
Nomafu’s eyes widened, stunned.
SLAP! Another one landed before she could even react.
> “Ma—!” she whimpered, hands raised in defense.
> “Don’t ‘Ma’ me!” Lily roared. “I don’t have a stupid daughter!”
She raised her hand again, and this time Nomafu jumped back, terrified.
> “I brought you into this world,” Lily growled, pointing a trembling, furious finger at her. “And I can take you right back out.”
Tears spilled down Nomafu’s face as she turned and ran to her room, slamming the door behind her.
Lily returned to her wine. Calm. Collected. Humming softly as she continued chopping vegetables—like nothing had happened.
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