It was a warm Saturday morning in Johannesburg, the kind that carried the smell of rain before it fell. Pamela stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair as Felix prepared to leave for work.

He looked sharp as always — clean suit, polished shoes, confident posture.

“I’ll be back before dinner,” Felix said, adjusting his tie. “Don’t make plans tonight. I want us to talk about the wedding guest list.”

Pamela nodded softly. “Okay.”

He kissed her forehead and smiled. “I love you.”

She forced a smile back. “I love you too.”

When the door closed, silence filled the house — heavy, suffocating silence.

Pamela dropped the brush and sat on the edge of the bed, her heart pounding.

She hadn’t spoken to Renaldo in weeks. She had promised herself she wouldn’t. But last night, she dreamed of him again — his smile, his voice, his touch.

She picked up her phone and stared at his number.

Just one call, she thought. To make peace. To say goodbye for good.

Her thumb hovered over the screen for a long time before she finally dialed.

Renaldo: “Pamela?”

Hearing his voice again almost made her cry.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“I didn’t think you’d ever call again.”

“I shouldn’t have,” she said. “But I need to see you. Just once.”

There was a pause. Then Renaldo said quietly, “Alright. Same place?”

Pamela hesitated. “No. Come to my house. Felix won’t be home till late.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please.”

When Renaldo arrived that afternoon, the sky had turned gray and thunder rolled in the distance.

Pamela opened the door slowly, her heart racing as she saw him standing there — tall, handsome, wearing the same calm smile that always melted her.

“You look beautiful,” he said softly.

“You shouldn’t have come,” she whispered.

“You’re the one who called,” he reminded her gently.

Pamela stepped aside to let him in. The air between them was thick with tension — guilt mixed with desire.

They sat in silence for a moment before Renaldo spoke.

“So… what did you want to tell me?”

Pamela looked down. “That I’m sorry. For everything.”

Renaldo’s voice softened. “You don’t have to apologize. We both knew it couldn’t last.”

Pamela nodded slowly, tears filling her eyes. “But it did last… in here.” She touched her chest. “Even when I tried to forget you.”

Renaldo reached for her hand. She didn’t pull away.

Their eyes met — the same way they did that first time in the library, that same spark that neither of them could control.

“Pamela,” he whispered. “Tell me to leave, and I will. But if you don’t…”

Pamela closed her eyes, fighting the storm inside her.

“Renaldo, please—”

Before she could finish, his lips were on hers.

The world disappeared again.

The rain began to fall outside, tapping against the windows as the two lovers fell back into the sin they had both promised to end.

Hours later, thunder cracked across the sky.

Felix sat in traffic, frustrated. His phone buzzed with messages from coworkers, but he ignored them.

Damn rain, he muttered.

He was about to call Pamela when he noticed his keychain was missing. He checked his pockets — nothing.

Then it hit him. The spare office keys — I left them on the dresser.

“I’ll just grab them and head back,” he thought aloud, turning the car around.

He smiled faintly, imagining Pamela’s surprised face when she saw him home early. Maybe he’d take her to dinner. She’d been acting distant lately, and he wanted to remind her of their love.

He didn’t know that the storm outside was nothing compared to the one waiting inside his home.

When Felix pulled up to the driveway, the house was dark except for the faint glow of a bedroom light.

He frowned. Pamela never went to bed this early.

As he reached the door, a sound stopped him cold.

A voice. Pamela’s voice.

Soft. Breathless. Moaning.

Felix froze, every muscle in his body turning to stone.

No… he whispered. It can’t be.

But then he heard another sound — a man’s voice.

A low, masculine voice he didn’t recognize.

His chest tightened. He stumbled back, gripping the wall as the truth crashed down like thunder.

The woman he loved, the woman he sacrificed everything for… was in their bed with another man.

Felix stood outside the door for a long time, shaking uncontrollably.

He could’ve screamed. He could’ve burst in right then. But instead, he walked to his car, opened the glove compartment, and took out the small black pistol he always kept for protection.

He stared at it for a moment, his hands trembling.

I trusted her, he whispered. I gave her everything.

He turned back toward the house. His eyes were empty now.

Inside, Pamela and Renaldo were still lost in each other — unaware of the footsteps approaching.

The bedroom door creaked open.

Pamela froze. Renaldo turned his head.

Standing in the doorway was Felix — his face pale, his eyes burning with quiet fury, the gun clenched tightly in his hand.

“Felix…” Pamela gasped, covering herself with the blanket. “It’s not what it looks like—”

“Not what it looks like?” Felix said coldly. His voice was calm, but his hands shook. “You’re in our bed, Pamela. With him.”

Renaldo slowly got up, hands raised. “Listen, man—”

“Shut up!” Felix shouted, pointing the gun at him. “Don’t say a word!”

Pamela began to cry. “Felix, please. I made a mistake. I’m sorry. Please, baby, don’t—”

Felix laughed bitterly. “Sorry? You’re sorry? You used me. I paid your school fees. I gave you everything you wanted. And this—” he gestured wildly at the bed “—is how you thank me?”

Pamela crawled toward him, sobbing. “Please, just put the gun down.”

Renaldo stepped slightly forward, trying to calm him. “Felix, listen to her. We didn’t mean for this to happen. Please—”

“Shut up!” Felix screamed again, tears now running down his face. “You took my life from me. Both of you!”

He cocked the gun.

Pamela screamed. “Felix, stop! Please! I love you!”

Felix’s hands trembled violently. For a second, he looked at her — really looked at her.

“You loved me once,” he said softly. “But that woman is gone.”

Then he pulled the trigger.

The sound of the gunshot echoed through the house like thunder.

Pamela’s scream shattered the silence as Renaldo fell to the floor.

“Oh my God! Felix, what have you done!?”

Felix stared at his shaking hands, the gun still warm. His breathing was ragged.

Pamela crawled to Renaldo, screaming his name, begging him to stay alive.

“Felix, please,” she sobbed. “Call an ambulance!”

Felix raised the gun again, tears blurring his vision. “You destroyed me, Pamela.”

“Please…” she cried. “Don’t…”

He closed his eyes — and another shot rang out.

The police arrived thirty minutes later after neighbors reported gunfire.

They found the front door open, the house quiet except for the sound of rain hitting the roof.

Inside the bedroom, three lives were scattered across the floor — all victims of love turned deadly.

Pamela lay lifeless beside Renaldo, her hand resting on his chest. Felix sat slumped against the wall, the gun still in his hand, a final tear streaking down his cheek.

On the dresser beside them lay the engagement ring — shining in the dim light, untouched.

And just like that, the story of Pamela Jackson, Felix Mathers, and Renaldo Gallardo ended — three souls bound by love, lies, and fate.

A love story that began with hope… Ended in tragedy.

...THE END...