Chapter 45

Marcus's POV

I took the stairs slowly wanting to prolong the inevitable as long as possible. I could hardly believe my eyes and for a moment I thought I was dreaming. She couldn't do it. She couldn't do this to me! I couldn't come into terms with what just happened. I felt like I was in a nightmare and I was loosing everything and everyone that I held dear to my heart . This couldn't be happening to me, I was careful. Where did I go wrong? Was she pretending this whole time?

I arrived at the kitchen to find Zawadi singing while she cooked. She looked like an angel sent from heaven specifically to me. I wanted to soak up every little detail happening in front of me before it all went away like the illusion it was . She was singing Fast Car by Jonas blue, one of her favorite songs. She looked so happy, peaceful and content .

She turned around to find me staring at her.

" Hey love ,I didn't hear you come in" she said smiling.

She was always smiling at the little things unlike me.

" I was content with simply watching you. I didn't want to disturb you" I walked to the island and took a seat while she continued cooking.

She told me about a novel she read and how she cried when the woman in the story died. She was so sad until she remembered it was just a book. How can this small and beautiful person hurt me like this? Where did she get the power to hurt me?

I know where she got the power, I gave it to her. I gave her every single ammunition she had. I gave it freely, waiting for it to be used against me like the idiot that I was. She finished cooking and served our dinner. We ate quietly. She kept stealing glances at me , wondering what was wrong. After eating I decided that I have had enough of this façade.

I have had enough of the betrayal, enough of people using me again and again. Well no more. I thought she was different but she wasn't. She was like every other girl I have ever met. Suddenly I felt too disgusted to be in her presence. She needed to leave.

" Get out!" I yelled.

At first she didn't react. She stood frozen like a dog caught stealing.

" Get the fuck out Njoki! I won't say it again!"

I was so angry that my hands were forming fists. The veins on my head could be seen bulging. I have never felt so betrayed by anyone. The betrayal from someone you love was the worst kind, not easily forgiven.

" Should I call someone to come and drag your ass out of here huh! Is that what you want" I glared at her.

" Babe please, don't do this. Let's talk about this before you do something we will both regret" she pleaded, just like every guilty person would.

" What is there to talk about Zee. Just go back to that shit hole of a third country you call home. And while you're at it, maybe take up farming like your parents because that's the best thing you can ever do with your life" I sneered.

What was wrong with her? Why was she not moving? Was I not clear enough that I wanted her out. I felt my body start to tremble from the anger.

" Marcus, please tell me what I did wrong, maybe we can talk about it and find a solution. I love you and I don't want us to throw away what we have because of a simple misunderstanding" she tried reasoning with me.

Her saying my name made me feel like puking. I didn't want her saying my name at all. She disgusted me. I forced myself to not puke and swallowed the bile back to my stomach.

" Tell it to someone who actually cares. You look so desperate standing there begging, it's not a good look on you. I thought you had more pride Zee, well I guess not. Just get the fuck out! I find your presence disgusting!" I threw the table in front of me scattering everything on the ground.

I wanted to prove a point that I was angry and that I have had enough of the deception. If she won't leave, I will do it for her. She left without another word getting the message from my outburst. I let out a loud sigh of relief. In spite of everything she did, I didn't want to get physical with her, I just wanted her to get away from me before I could do something stupid.

I heard her foot steps from the bedroom, down the stairs to the living room. She stopped for a moment expecting me to talk to her but I was silent and then she opened the door. I heard the door close behind her and I was finally relieved.

She should be glad I only threw her out. I could have done so much worse. I could have taken her to court and demanded that she pay me back every cent that she stole but what was the point? She had nothing to her name. Who would have thought that she was the one stealing from me? I didn't suspect her even once. She looked so innocent. She was the perfect thief.

Is that why she never asked for money? Because she was already stealing enough from me. I ran my hands through my hair. I was still in shock. My Zawadi was the thief all along. A treacherous tear slid down my cheek and mortified I wiped it with the back of my hand. I was not about to cry over a traitor.

I couldn't believe it. I called Harry and Taylor again.

" Hey, can you retrieve the money from her bank account?" I asked

I didn't need that money back as I had so much more but I wanted to know if she still had the money.

" Unfortunately no, the money was moved to an offshore account" said Taylor

" Thanks" I said before I cut the call.

So she was not as stupid as I had thought. I thought I was the one playing her but as it turns out she was the one playing me.

Well played Zawadi! Well played!