Episode 3
We were repeatedly warned to stay away from each other. Her family, especially her sons, did everything in their power to tear us apart. But it was impossible, no matter how much they tried to drive a wedge between us.
The force that pulled us together was undeniable, magnetic.
It wasn’t just love it was a need, a deep, primal hunger that neither of us could resist.
It burned in our chests, a wildfire spreading with every glance, every touch.
No matter how hard they tried to separate us, the pull only strengthened, as if the act of defiance fueled the fire even more.
We were trapped in its flames, bound by something far more potent than reason, a raw, insatiable desire that no one could extinguish.
We found ourselves meeting in secret, crossing paths at places we both knew would lead to trouble. Every time her sons found us, chaos erupted.
There were heated arguments between us all. Her sons, those towering figures of rage, would drag her away forcefully, their hands gripping her arms as they spat venom in my direction.
She’d shout at them, tears of fury in her eyes, “This is my life! You don’t get to decide! I’m old enough to choose who I love!” But they wouldn’t listen.
They filled her head with lies about me, painting me as some gold digger, whispering that I was only with her because of her wealth.
The insults they hurled stung like knives, but I knew they didn’t understand. What we shared wasn’t based on money or convenience. It was raw.
It was real. I had found in her the warmth of a woman’s love something they could never comprehend. We were in love, and no one, not even her blood, would keep us apart.
When my mother decided to move back to her hometown, she left me and my younger brother behind. We stayed in the outbuilding, trying to figure out how to survive.
With no experience in cooking or much else, we were left to fend for ourselves. It was a lonely and harsh existence, but I had her. She was my light in the dark, the one thing that kept me going.
She would sneak over to spend the night with me despite the risks, despite knowing her sons were hunting for any reason to tear us apart.
One morning, her eldest son found us. He stormed in like a hurricane, his face twisted in anger. I could see the disgust in his eyes, but more than that, the betrayal.
It was like he couldn’t believe his mother would choose me over the life they had built for her. He lunged at me, fists raised, intending to beat me down, to make me submit.
His punch came hard and fast, but I dodged. His fist slammed into the wall, cracking the plaster and sending debris to the floor.
“You think you’re good enough for her?” he spat, his voice trembling with rage. “You’re nothing. She deserves better than a sponge like you.”
His words were poison, meant to tear me apart, but I stood my ground. I met his eyes, unwavering.
“You won’t keep her from me,” I growled. The air between us was electric, thick with tension. He glared, his hands clenched into fists, ready for round two.
But then, realizing the futility, he stepped back, his face a mask of fury and frustration.
He turned, grabbed her by the arm, and yanked her toward the door. “Let’s go,” he demanded.
She hesitated momentarily, looking at me, her eyes filled with fear and apology. She didn’t want to leave, but the pressure was too much.
She followed him to avoid a more significant scene, disappearing into his car as they sped off.
But I wasn’t going to let it end there. I wasn’t afraid of him, or anyone else for that matter. No one was going to keep us apart.
That day, I said it to him and meant every word: “You won’t keep her away from me.”
As time passed, my brother finished his studies and decided to leave, heading back to our mother’s house.
But for me, there was no turning back. I was deeply in love, and walking away from her felt impossible. I wasn’t just with her I was tied to her, heart and soul.
I couldn’t let her go, not now, not ever. After a long, emotional conversation with her, I made my choice.
My family might have been moving on, but I wasn’t. I wasn’t going anywhere. I’d stay here in Johannesburg, by her side, no matter the cost.
Her sons could come at me with fists or threats, but nothing was going to tear us apart.
We were bound together by something far more substantial than they could ever understand. No one no one was going to stop us. This wasn’t just about defying them anymore.
It was about holding onto the love we had fought to keep alive. And I was prepared to fight for it, no matter how violent or brutal, until the end.
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