Have You Ever

  Last summer, I found myself wrapped up in something that felt exciting—something that felt right. I had been crushing on him for a while, and when we finally started seeing each other, it was like stepping into a daydream. There was a little voice in the back of my mind, though—nagging, questioning. I knew he had been with someone else before me, and even though he reassured me that they had ended things, something inside me hesitated. Still, I silenced that doubt. I wanted to believe him. Summer passed in a blur of moments with him, fleeting but full of energy. Then he moved to Johannesburg for work. We hadn’t put a label on anything, but I thought we still had something—something unspoken but understood. I believed that whatever we had wasn’t completely over. Until one day, at work, I casually opened Instagram—and there it was. A picture of him and her. Not just together but  living together . In Sandton. In an instant, everything unraveled. The doubt I had pushed aside...

She always had her suspicions. There was something about the way he moved, the way he covered his tracks so meticulously, that made her feel uneasy. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t find the proof she needed. It wasn’t just about confronting him—it was about gathering the evidence to free herself, to finally walk away. And then, one day, the truth came knocking. Literally. The mistress showed up at her door, uninvited but determined, ready to spill everything. She confessed to the affair, laying bare the betrayal that had been hidden for so long. But the story didn’t end there. Because as it turned out, he hadn’t just cheated on his wife with the mistress. He had cheated on the mistress, too—with a third woman. And that third woman? She was pregnant. It was the kind of revelation that felt almost surreal, like something out of a soap opera. But it was real. And it was devastating. The divorce was swift, as if the weight of all those secrets had finally tipped the scales. ...