PERFECT WIFE

By JT THE-SENSATIONALIST

This book is about love, loyalty and gratitude. It helps the reader to see things in ways they never imagined

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 28, 2021
• ISBN: 9781716683428

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Title: PERFECT WIFE

Title: PERFECT WIFE

JT-THE-SENSATIONALIST

Editors’

JT-THE-SENSATIONALIST

2020

Copyright © 2020 by JT THE-SENSATIONALIST

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

First Printing: 2020

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ISBN: 9780359705641

DEDICATION: PERFECT WIFE

I JT THE SENSATIONALIST. I would love to thank GOD and my LORD for giving me much needed strength to write this book. It was not an easy journey and thanks to him them I finished it. I would also love to thank everyone who gave me help to complete this book. The likes of Kwinda, Ramalepe, Motshekga, Mmakola who edited the first 10 pages, and General, Professor Dr RM Makhura- WHO WAS ONCE MY CHOCOLATE. Their support made my journey a bit easier.

Again I would love to say THANK YOU! TO GOD for helping me and for being my pillar of strength when the going was tough. It was impossible to reach this milestone but he made it possible as always.

Chapter 1: PERFECT WIFE

I looked at her. She was lying beside me, snoring. I looked at her face, her nose, her eyes, and her innocence. Somehow Lebo made me feel safe. I knew by just looking at her that she is the one. I saw her talking to lots of men yet I am still not jealous. She has that thing- loyalty; and you don’t have to ask for it. It is given.

She started tossing around the bed, and woke up. I kissed her scrumptious lips. Well, I can’t help myself, I’m in love with the most beautiful woman and she is right beside me. I’d curse the day I wouldn’t appreciate her. She is my walking happy mood and it’s like I have synchronized my emotions with hers.

When those beautiful eyes of hers opened up, staring at me, I said Morning beautiful. Finally, you have woken up. Should I…, before I finish my question, she interrupts, Hope, I don’t love you anymore. Would you stop kissing and touching me?! I felt like a spear has pierced my heart. With a surprised face I asked, What are you on about Lebo? The feeling of crying was brewing right inside me like a volcano, just ready to erupt. Then a reminder came into my mind; that she regards a crying man as a baby.

Hope, my love for you is dead. The spark is off. This is not working anymore. By merely touching me I feel disgusted and nauseous, she said. That moment I just calmed down. I realized this must be a sign of something, but yet I am vague about it. I asked her, Are you also having headaches and mood swings? With that utterly disbelieved face she was looking at me, I felt unbounded joy taking over my body and soul. Lebo, you are pregnant! I shouted. Remember when you were pregnant with a boy, you hugged me so tight that I could not breathe at all, and said no man will ever take my place in your heart? It was amazing, a moment to remember for the rest of my life. Maybe this is a girl. Maybe that’s why you are angry. With joy beyond my comprehension, I kissed her several times and out of the blue, she pushed me. I fell into a pool of confusion. She looked at me with fury in her eyes, an expression I have seen for the first time from her and did not expect.

Such a beautiful, ever-smiling, rational and calm-spirited person showing me her other part I was not expecting to see, was so peculiar. The minute she made fists with both her hands, I felt like I was facing some sort of a demon, ready to take me on. Frankly, I was shaking with fear. I was confused, I couldn’t even think properly, let alone say a word. I didn’t want to lose her. Because losing her would be like literally detaching half of what makes me whole. 

Before I met Lebo, I was just a lonely, isolated man with no purpose. I’d think of myself as a liability to this world. All I could do