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Chapter 58: I'm Sorry
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I stared out the window, admiring the stars in the night sky as I waited for Lorenzo, and a text back from Warren whom I had not seen recently, and wanted to know if he was okay and healthy.“Hey, I've just been a bit caught up with work. My father wants to handover soon” He responds with an emoji that looked like a sigh.“Okay, I was just worried and glad that you're okay.” I said to him and closed my phone.I had noticed how busy Lorenzo had been these days and although I had not asked, I could see very well that he was troubled by something.These days, life has been worth living. His home was slowly becoming my safe haven, especially because he was in it, and knowing that he had my back and loved me, was an addition to the peace that bummed deep in my soul.“Hi Love.” Lorenzo greeted as soon as he opened the door and saw me, which took me by surprise because I definitely did not hear his car come in.“Hi.” I respond with a smile while leaning in to take his kiss on my cheek as he
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Squealing and stretching from the good night's sleep I had, made me feel so fulfilled. I always felt awake only after I had stretched out in the morning. Weird, maybe. “Good morning love.” I hear Lorenzo say as he opened his door, walking to me and kissing me on my forehead, sitting down next to me. “You're so beautiful.” He complimented as he lagged my hard down, trying to put my wild culs back in place but obviously, they were not as obedient as he imagined. “That feels like a backhanded compliment. I know what I look like when I wake up.” I respond with a little smile, covering my face with the blanket that I had kicked away from me. He was not having it though, and chose to get under the blanket with me. What was just a harmless conversation, suddenly turned into a tickle attack. One that I could just escape from even if I tried my possible best to. Laughing my ass off, I finally escape by falling down with all my wiggling and screaming. Still laigjungm he came out of the
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“You left her alone, didn’t you?” He said with a wicket glint in his eyes. I blinked. “What did you say?” He chuckled. “Sarah. How is she? Still making that jasmine tea at sunset?” He questioned. The look in his eyes told me that he was sure of what she was saying because she truly recently had been obsessed with Jasmine tea. The room dropped ten degrees. No. No, he couldn’t have I grabbed him by the collar, yanked his face up until we were eye to eye. “You stay the hell away from her.” “Oh, Lorenzo,” he said, voice a murmur. “I’ve already been.” I froze. No, he was bluffing. Had to be. Sarah was safe. I’d left her with Daniel, the only man I trusted enough to guard what mattered most. My wife. My reason. My center. But Donga… Donga was looking at me like the devil already had her by the throat. I shoved him back down and turned, pulling out my phone as I stormed out of the room. My fingers moved too fast, too clumsy, as I called Daniel. Ring. Ring. Voicemail. I tried
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“You left her alone, didn’t you?” He said with a wicket glint in his eyes. I blinked. “What did you say?” He chuckled. “Sarah. How is she? Still making that jasmine tea at sunset?” He questioned. The look in his eyes told me that he was sure of what she was saying because she truly recently had been obsessed with Jasmine tea. The room dropped ten degrees. No. No, he couldn’t have I grabbed him by the collar, yanked his face up until we were eye to eye. “You stay the hell away from her.” “Oh, Lorenzo,” he said, voice a murmur. “I’ve already been.” I froze. No, he was bluffing. Had to be. Sarah was safe. I’d left her with Daniel, the only man I trusted enough to guard what mattered most. My wife. My reason. My center. But Donga… Donga was looking at me like the devil already had her by the throat. I shoved him back down and turned, pulling out my phone as I stormed out of the room. My fingers moved too fast, too clumsy, as I called Daniel. Ring. Ring. Voicemail. I tried
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The moment Lorenzo walked out the door, the air in the room changed. It was as if the light had dimmed on purpose, as if the walls knew and mourned with me. I sat frozen on the edge of the bed, the last words he spoke still echoing through the hollow of my chest: “I’ll come back, Sarah. I promise.”But promises meant nothing when you were going up against Donga.I hugged my arms around myself, rocking slightly, eyes locked on the empty space where Lorenzo had stood only moments ago. The silence left in his wake was unbearable. I listened , not for footsteps, because I knew he was long gone, but for anything, anything at all that could tell me this was just a nightmare and not the cruel reality we had both been dragged into.My father, Donga. I hate saying his name, even in my own mind. It tastes bitter, like ash and rust. To the world, he was a ghost cloaked in violence, an outlaw whose name stirred fear even in hardened men. To me, he was a prison guard in a home that never knew peac
