Side piece. Makhwapheni. Side chick. Home wrecker. I couldn't care less what you call me because I know I'm none of that. It's more complicated than that.Ambition, dreams and passion were my drive. Lab coat on, glasses on and a cushion of degrees to back up the smirk on my face, I just had one more degree to bag. A PhD in Chemical Engineering. Nothing is as impressive as a girl with luscious curves, a killer body and brains too. Well, until she's madly in love with a tall, dark and dangerously charming man, with a wallet as big as his ego. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect my perfect world to be turned upside down by the galaxies I saw as I stared into Elik's eyes. My body defied reason, as each nerve tweaked in desperation for what seemed to be a promise only he could fulfil. And when he gave me a taste of what he could give, I was hooked. I wanted more. But with the money, the cars, the houses and the steamy nights came the endless fights with his wife and dodging his family and constantly defending myself from the attacks of the righteous. I met his wife at a hotel once. She looked down at me like I was the reason for poverty in Africa and said to me "I was home mourning my father and you were in my house, sleeping in my bed, in my Egyptian cotton, with my husband! Tell me why?". Because I'm such a great person, I was honest with her "I love him", I told her. She laughed at me! "You love my husband? He's my man so leave him alone, little bitch!", she said. I was kind enough to correct her, "No that's where you're wrong, he's OUR man". The moment those words escaped my lips, all hell broke loose....