It was always a breath of fresh air whenever I came back to Port Elizabeth, the windy city with all its demons. I was home, where my life revolved. I had been away from the country for three months. It did me well because Tanzania, where I had been, treated me well. That country is full of amazing, talented, and gorgeous people. I have no complaints and their artwork is so out of this world, mind-blowing. Now being back in Port Elizabeth or South Africa in general, means I have to cough out all I had learnt in that country and use it as an inspiration for my next art collection. With soon opening a gallery here in P.E. I have to stand out. I am not famous, no! But my work is and I loved it that way.
My phone rang as I pushed the trolley which had my luggage in it. The screen read husband.
"Hello," I said.
"Hey, I can't fetch you baby, I have a meeting in five minutes time and I am sorry I won't make it," he said.
"It's fine, I'll take a cab back home," I replied.
"Okay, I can't wait to see you," he said.
"I can't wait to see you too," I told him.
"Okay, I have to go bye," he said.
I exhaled. Sometimes I wonder how I ended up with this man but he said he's busy and I will accept that.
The driver of the cab was very nice. He knew I was tired and didn't do any silly chit-chat. I made it to Wells Estate midday. The security didn't give us any hassle at the gate. I offloaded my luggage and left some of it on the entrance passage. I went straight to my bedroom and threw myself on the bed, tired from all the travelling over hours.
I must have dozed off because I was woken up by a gentle shake. I opened my eyes and it was my husband. The man I said my I do's to.
"You are back," I yawned and stretched myself.
"Yes, and it is so good to see you back," he said. He was showing no signs of interest, no smile.
"I missed the house, home," I said.
He seemed uninterested. His face drew something I had seen before. It told something I wasn't ready for.
"Beauty there's something I want to tell you," he said.
Already, I felt my heart pump in confusion. "Yes," I said as I sat up.
"There's someone else," he said.
I was confused. I looked at him as realisation hit me. "What do you mean?" I asked.
"The months you were not here, I pursued something else with someone, for that I am sorry. Me saying this to you is an indication that I am deeply sorry Beauty please find it in you to forgive me," he said.
"Who is she?" I asked.
"You don't want to know," he replied.
"Do not fool me Sean!" I shouted as my voice got louder.
"My Personal Assistant, Sandra, and she is expecting my child," he said.
I felt like someone took a knife and stabbed my heart many times. In the years that I have been with this man we had tried so hard for a baby. We tried to a point that I could not take it anymore. Hearing him saying those words brought back all those nights I had cried praying and begging for God to bless me with a child. He betrayed me.
"She is expecting, your, your child," I stuttered. This was not the way I expected to be welcomed home, be welcomed by such a bomb.
"Yes," he said.
I got up and wore my shoes. My heart was already in pieces. I could feel my soul slowly leaving my body. "Where are my car keys?" I asked.
"Beauty I am sorry," he said.
"My car keys!" I shouted.
"Here," he said as he handed them over.
I was at a loss for words. The pain I felt was excruciating, unbearable. How could he? After what we've been through, why men are such a disappointment. Years of trying to be better in marriage all went down the drain unappreciated.
"I have only been away for only three months and this is my welcome back! Well played Sean," I said.
"It was a mistake Bee!" he shouted.
I shook my head as tears threatened my eyes. I furiously walked out of the bedroom, down the passage and descended the stairs down to the kitchen. I headed to the garage. I got in my car and drove out of the yard. The security of the estate refused to open the gate for me.
"Bro please! Do not test me!" I fumed.
"Ma'am you are in no state to drive," the guard said.
"In Jesus name you are in no position to tell me what to do! You open the gate or I will drive through it," I told him.
"Your husband instructed me to not let you out," he said.
I revved my car.
"Okay, Okay yho sister," he said as he opened the gate.
I drove out of the estate in anger. I had no idea where I was going but the speed at which my car was travelling could have killed me on the spot. The tears were already blinding my vision.