jilted - Season 1 - Episode 47

4 years ago

jilted - Season 1 - Episode 47

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Cape Town, South Africa.

?Haira POV?
I saw the scorn on Ambrose face when Donatus interrupted his interrogations. I rack my head and tried remembering everything that happened the night before.
“Not really, we were just chatting” I quickly told Donatus and he smiled.
“My chef isn’t available, we would go out for breakfast” he told us before leaving. Immediately he left, Ambrose loosen my towel and went down on me, he smelt me over and over again and I felt irritated.
“Treasure, what’s this you are doing? You woke up weird, you drank too?” I asked frowning.

“Can you remember anything, we had sex didn’t we?” he asked getting up his kneel.
“Is that a problem?” I shrugged.
“Did we?” he hit his leg against the floor.
“No” I responded sharply, I knew something wasn’t right, if Ambrose kept asking me if we had sex, he would have preferred a no as an answer meanwhile, someone slept with me, I saw semen and I am sure I had sex maybe in my drunk state.
“Thank God” He breathed and my heart beated, it wasn’t Ambrose, then who? Donatus? I am finished, how do I handle this?
“I love you” he whispered turning me to face the wall, he was going to have me but I protested walking back to the room I slept.
Reaching the room, I tried remembering the little I could but nothing reflected. I saw my clothes littered on the floor, I woke up when I heard Ambrose’s voice and there was no one by my side. Ambrose didn’t do it, my husband would never ask if he slept with me or not. That “Thank God” what was it suppose to mean? Thank God for? Or was it Ambrose? Donatus wouldn’t dare touch me when he knows Ambrose is in the same house with us. Ambrose might just be playing games on me.

I picked my clothes and headed for the room Donatus gave us, my husband was unclad and water dripped down his masculine body. He just had his morning bath. I needed to find out things, I shouldn’t let him know someone had me yet until i am sure it was him.
“Why were you screaming my name this morning?” I asked holding him from behind.
“I was looking for you” he said pulling me in front of him and holding me against the wall.

“Looking for me? You took me inside last night didn’t you?” I frowned, something wasn’t just right.

“Yeah, I forgot, i eventually drank last night after putting you to sleep” He said and I knew he was telling a lie. Ambrose would forget where he la!d me? I trust he wouldn’t even leave my sight till day break..
“So why the “Did we have sex?” question” I looked into his rolling eyes, I saw him trying to make up something.
“Go shower baby” he put me down gently and I slammed the bathroom door behind me.
I put on the shower but didn’t get under it, someone touched me and I am certain it’s not my husband. Who the hell took advantage of my drunk state and had sex with me under my husband’s nose? Before coming out to see Ambrose this morning, I washed off the semen off my body. I wouldn’t know how to explain to my husband if he saw that under me. Thank God he didn’t perceive it, I would have been dead by now. It’s Donatus, he has finally fulfilled his secondary school threat of “Eating me”.

We all went for breakfast, I wore my best face so that Ambrose wouldn’t suspect a thing. I gave Donatus some gaps, I nodded at most of his questions and he obviously knew I wanted him far from me. Ambrose seems super excited, he chatted his friend noisily as they ate, Donatus always had something to say about female p--n stars and my husband knew nothing about them. At some point, I was upset with the way he talked dirty so I took a walk.

I took in the fresh air and constantly look back to see how far I have walked. I wouldn’t risk missing my way. I saw Donatus walking towards me and I cursed Ambrose for giving him such privilege to talk and walk with me.
“Hi” he greeted biting his toothpick.
“Hi” I answered coldly and he grinned.
“You don’t have to be nasty, I couldn’t help it”

So it was him? He still had the guts to say it to my face. I looked back, Ambrose had his eyes fixed on us, I dragged Donatus behind a flower to get Ambrose out of sight.

“You raped me?” I slapped him and a tear escaped his left eye as he held his cheek.
“You were drunk, you asked for it” He said trying to hold back his tears.

“Fool, I am your friend’s wife” I barked angrily.

“You’re his ex twin sister, and so what right? So what’s really bad if i finally decide to have a taste of my secondary school love? You were the only true love in my life” He said seductively getting me into his chest and I pushed him away.

“You would face Ambrose’s wrath I promise” I made to leave and he pulled me back.

“You know how much he hate cheats? Or let me say he’s a jealous lover. Once he’s in love, he becomes a child. Won’t it be better if you shut your mouth up and save your home? I have nothing to lose remember? The worse that would happen is us parting ways” He grinned twisting my left hand softly.

“Let me go betrayal!” I yank my hands off his and wept.

“Wipe this tears, you are worst. You married your sister’s ex. Well, you know why he jilted Hanna right? be wise” he pulled me into him, in a flash he was kissing me passionately and I struggled to get out of his grip.

?Ambrose POV?
I wouldn’t want to be tagged over protective so I calm down when I saw Haira drag him along with her. since then, I have stretched my neck to catch a glimpse of them but I saw nothing.
When Haira went for her walk, I was scared she was going too far and might miss her way. Donatus offered to bring her back once she’s done with her walk. Since he knows every corner of Cape Town, I didn’t argue much but i fixed my eye on them and put all my trust on Haira, I know she’s not wayward.

After trying to catch a glimpse of them and I couldn’t, I went searching for them. I was worried about my wife, she didn’t demand for the normal morning sex and my instinct said something was wrong somewhere. Maybe she was moody but why?
Making a sharp turn behind the flower, Haira collided into me, I held her in place. she was crying.
“Beautiful, crying?” I dried the tears with the back of my palm.
“I told her tragedies oo and here she’s crying. She’s so emotional” Donatus said and I smiled, my wife would cry at every sad story. I lifted her off her foot and carried like the baby she’s.
“Baby, you want to tell me something?” I asked as I walked back to our seat. She kept looking into my eyes and tears flowed.