I decided not to wake Brenda and just leave her a note on the side of the bed incase I might get killed and kidnapped. I had to because I hardly knew the guy. Well he didn't do anything to me he told me that he couldn't get me off his mind so he just drove by to give me ice cream money for the next day.
We had a a nice flowy conversation,nothing was forced then he left. The ice cream money was R1000 guys yoh. I started seeing more and more of him and falling for him until we became official and I moved in with him. Schools were now open and my fees were all taken care of. I didn't need res anymore because I had moved in a mansion as the madam of the house.
I regularly sent money home and they were happy and comfortable. Brenda and I were still close but I noticed that I wasn't the only girl she had hooked to this fast life. So kahle kahle she goes to varsity and targets vulnerable first years. I later found out that she got paid to do this but I wasn't angry at her because she led me to the love of my life.
The year passed by so quickly and I must have visited my family twice in the 12 months making excuses about school being hectic and having no holidays and they believed me.
Sugar was now my main priority, I passed my first year but I was abondoning my second year because I was living the life I wanted to go to school to pursue. He convinced me to fall pregnant and promised to marry me soon as I give birth.
We lost the first pregnancy at 3 months and he insisted that I shouldn't go to the Doctor or hospital since the pregnancy wasn't recorded yet. He gave me a small container where he asked me to bleed in it instead of wearing any sanitay cloth. He lied and said we were going to bury the container as if it's a coffin that way we would be giving our baby the send off the baby deserves.
By now he had isolated me with everyone, I lived by him and for him. But he wasn't abusive in anyway. He treated me like a queen, we even went to home affairs to register our marriage. All hell broke lose when my dad found out I got married without his blessings he wrote me off completely.
I fell pregnant atleast twice in a year and he always made me do the container thing each time. We would bury the container in our yard but the next day it would like someone had dug it out and just close it up again. But a woman in love is a blind woman I ignored it.
The fourth time I fell pregnant I secretly attended antenatal care because he wouldn't let me. He was shocked when my pregnancy reached the 5th month and I came clean with him. He was furious that I had gone to the Doctor and I was confused as to why it was such a big deal. He walked out banging every door he walked through as he left the house.
He slept out that day and apologized. His excuse was that a lot of people are after his life because of jealousy so should they find out that I am pregnant then they will harm me and the baby. He further added that should I need to see a Doctor I must tell him and his Doctor will come do home visits. A woman inlove I was, I felt loved and protected.
He offered to cook that night as a token of apology. That was weird because his token of apology was fancy dates, weekend getaways and money. I allowed him to cook even though we had a chef so she got a day off that day.
He finished cooking and we ate, bonded and I somehow fell asleep on the couch. I however woke up in bed and I was woken up by a very sharp pain in my abdomen and at the back just below the waist. It was such a crucial pain and he was woken up by my screaming. He woke up ran to the door and within a few seconds his Doctor walked in. I was too in pain to ask questions at that point I just wanted the Doctor to make the pain stop
I woke up hours later and I was weak and tired, he was right beside me. He assured me that I will be fine and I dozed off again. I woke up the next day and he told me that the Doctor is coming to see me to make sure I am fine. He told me we lost the baby. I believed it because I was now wearing a sanitary cloth. I cried so much because I felt like I was letting him down as a woman.
I fell pregnant again a year later and after losing the pregnancy at 6 months I felt I needed to find out from traditional healers what was going on. My husband didn't want me going to traditional healers so I had to do it behind his back.
I went and I was told that my husband uses my babies as a ritual to stay invinsible to the police. He uses the innocent blood to protect him from any kind of arrest or any danger. That's when I remembered why I thought he was a police, I had seen him on the news a long time ago as a notorious thug.
I was married to a man who did the biggest heist and also a notorious drug lord. My babies were used to protect his evil self. Sad part about it is that after the Doctor confirmed that I could no longer fall pregnant he wanted a second wife badly. He forcefully brought her home and that is when I packed my bags and left.
I follow the lady on social media and so far she has had three miscarriages and he has recently engaged another woman. I'm sorry about my long confession but I had to do it for the younger girls as they are the target. Not everything that glitters is Gold.
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