Tainted

Chapter 43

3 YEARS LATER

Asante and I have been married for 3 years now. Both our careers picked up and we both doing so well. She and I have come a long way from where we started and I couldn't be happier.

Trying to juggle our jobs and still make time for each other is not as easy as it may look from the outside, we try so hard to make time for each other at all costs even if it mean rejecting a tour or a show or a performance just as long as we can spend time together.

Our sexlife has been amazing! Yes the toys idea was strange at first but I'm happy she suggested it because we are our most happiest and it works in our favour when we are away from each other because then we get to have phone sex facetiming and good God it's amazing watching her cum for me. I love her so much and I am forever grateful to have her.

Asante is supportive and never not once does she question my work or make me feel like I'm not there enough for her and when she has her mental breakdowns or anxieties every now and then she knows to call me so that we can talk it through. Therapy is mostly what has got us to where we are and at the moment she is currently writing her life story with Squash, I am excited but both scared and worried for her because this is like standing in front of the world naked opening up doors for people to judge you and to say how they feel about you so yeah, I'm worried. We haven't spoken much about what's going to be in the book and I don't know if she wants the world to know if it's her story or not but I look forward to reading it.

I'm away on tour and will be going home after a month and I can't even lie I miss her so damn much and as if she knew she calls me and I answer her call

"Hey honey"

I answer my phone

"Hey baby, how are you?"

She asks

"I am good, I can't wait to come home. I'm about to go on stage"

I tell her

"I miss you. I emailed you the book"

She says and I smile and rush to my tablet

"I'll read it after my show"

I tell her

"I will talk to you tomorrow then. Have a great show babe, I love you"

She says quickly, I frown confused

"is everything ok? You so quick to dismiss me"

She chuckles nervously

"I wouldn't dare do that. We'll talk tomorrow ok? I don't want you to keep your fans waiting because of me"

I chuckle

"you know they don't mind waiting for me to finish talking to my wife"

A knock sounds from the door.

"Come in"

I call out

"See what I mean? I should let you get to your people"

She says and I chuckle

"I love you ok? See you in a few weeks"

I tell her, she makes kissy sounds

"Bye babe"

I say and end the call.

"Mr Langa it's time"

He says and I nod and take one last look at myself in the mirror before getting out of the dressing room. I make my way to stage and do a silent prayer before appearing in front of my fans. Performing in front of millions on the same stage as the people I used to only dream of becoming gives me life. Being in front of this crowd makes everything worth it. My grandfather's dream was turned into a reality and I live to honour him every time I get on stage.

The following day I wake up and take my tab and check the email Asante had sent me. I download the attachment and then go and make myself breakfast, when I am finished eating, I take a nice shower and then I take my tablet and settle on the bed and open the pdf of the book my wife had sent me.

"Besmirch"

I read the title and smile to myself, it's a weird title for a book. I flip the page by swiping the page to the left.

"DISCLAIMER: We are about to embark on a dark, dirty, black and muddy road. As a writer I've never written anything like this so I'm also new to it but we cant avoid that things like this happen. You probably going to hate me along the way because of this story but I'm willing to take that risk as long as it opens your eyes to what is actually happening out there. I've done my research and I'm scared but also excited to be writing this. Be warned, this story is not for the fainthearted ok? Also the story is fiction but based on the research I have conducted I have learnt quite a lot and so I decided I should touch on this and I hope its an eye opener as some of my stories have been. What you decide to take from the story is all on you. Thank you and I'm sorry in advance.

Besmirch - (verb) to soil, to tarnish, discolour. (synonyms) Blacken, smear, defile, blot, dishonour, slander, smudge...etc."

I am taken aback by the disclaimer page considering I see Asante as this pure angelic person. I have always seen and looked at Asante as the purest thing I could ever get my hands on so the disclaimer has only piqued my interest, I mean she's so beautiful and angelic nothing about her is dirty or tarnished or tainted.

I swipe to the left again and the next page is the prologue of the book.

"My story starts at a very young age, I'm 6 years old and should probably have forgotten everything that happened when I was that age but its all clear as day. I remember everything like it happened hence I'll start from when I was 6 years old..."

I'm not the fastest reader there is, and Siwe has always been on my back about me not finishing the books she's suggested or me finishing them after days but for once I actually finished a book in less than 24 hours. I've been so caught up in the book that I barely even had anything to eat today. Everything I have read from Besmirch has left me feeling tainted, because of what she has went through and is still standing. I am having mixed emotions upon completing the book, I've been heartbroken by it, I've been hurt, angry, sad, happy, just a dozen emotions all at once. Upon reading this story I am left admiring the person my wife is for having survived everything she did, I partially hate myself for not being there for her when I could have been, when I should have been. I'm embarrassed with myself for not being there enough and trying to understand her as a whole.

My train of thoughts is disturbed by a knock on my hotel room door, I get up and walk to the door

"Aaron"

My road manager says, I move aside to let him in

"Everything ok?"

He asks and I nod

"I'd like you to cancel the rest of the tour"
I say and then turn on my heels

"What? What do you mean? What's going on?"

He asks

"Please, just cancel the entire show. Refund people their money for the tickets"

I tell him, he places his hand on my shoulder

"Aaron think this through. I don't know what's going on and I need a reason to cancel the tour"

He insists

"Just cancel the tour and please leave!"

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To Be Continued