AUTHOR: Lauri Kubuitsile
GENRE: Legal Suspense, Romantic Suspense, Interracial
RELEASE DATE: April 27, 2020
TAGLINE: Will one misguided action ruin her life forever?
A neglected wife in a foreign country.
Feeling isolated, Elizabeth is struggling to find her place in a different country. Her once happy marriage is fading. Her husband, Ditiro, is busy with his successful law practice. Even being a mother does not alleviate her loneliness.
An ambitious man who will do anything for greatness.
After one challenging morning, Elizabeth picks up a hitchhiker, and completely out of character, she has a brief sexual encounter with the much younger man, Tumelo—a rash decision that will change her life completely. Tumelo, a pathologically ambitious man will use Elizabeth as a stepping-stone on his way to the fame he thinks he deserves.
An embittered husband battling to save more than his marriage.
Ditiro is broken-hearted by Elizabeth’s affair and kicks her out of their home and family life. When she becomes the target of a psychopath’s quest for power, he will have to put aside his hurt to protect her. However, forgiving Elizabeth and letting her back into his heart may be beyond him.
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She saw it right away.
The transparent blue scarf fluttered in the morning breeze trying to get free, stuck as it was on a branch at the bottom of the hedge.
When Elizabeth spotted it, she sucked in a sharp breath. Had Ditiro seen it on his way out that morning? Had her husband spotted the scarf; did he finally know? Know that everything they’d built was a lie; that she held awful secrets that ate at her without rest? Had the scarf finally revealed everything?
Imagining for a moment it had, she felt scared at first, and then, strangely, relief. She would be relieved if it all became known. She was not made for secrets; keeping this one was taking its toll on her. Though she knew once it was known everything would fall apart, she wondered if that might not be for the better.
A dry updraft of winter air flipped the end of the chiffon scarf up and caught the far edge of it on a higher branch. It flicked back and forth in an attempt to be let free, but to no avail. It was caught—completely now with no chance of freedom.
It came from him. He had taken to leaving markers, like a dog defining its territory. She was always on the lookout, ready to grab them up and hide them from her husband’s eyes.
“What’s your favourite colour?” he’d asked that night.
“Blue … cerulean, actually. The colour of the Botswana sky. Why?”
He’d obviously stored the information for later, to be used when standing in a shop trying to choose a scarf to leave for her at her gate, one she would see blowing in the cool morning air after her husband had passed it on his way to work. She shivered when she considered the forethought involved.
She walked to the hedge and unhooked the scarf from where it had been caught. She opened the lid of the rubbish bin and dropped it inside. It lay bright and welcoming among the curled orange peels and coffee grounds.
She didn’t like leaving it like that. It shouldn’t stay in there full of such jubilant colour; it didn’t seem right. She reached in and grabbed the edge of a soggy newspaper deep down in the bin and flipped the lot over so that the scarf was lost in the rubbish, its colour soiled and ruined by what surrounded it.
It was gone. He was gone. At least, for now. But despite her desperate wishes for it all to stop, it wouldn’t until he decided he was finished with her. She’d begged him so many times to leave her alone, but he continued—she was at his mercy.
In the meantime, she would have to remain on the lookout. She’d have to get to the phone first each time it rang. She’d have to look for his signs and remove them before her husband could somehow piece it all together. She had to be vigilant. She had to be thorough.
It was unlikely Ditiro had seen the scarf, though. No secrets would be revealed just yet. It had been placed for her eyes only. Ditiro’s mind, full of his clients and cases, his busy schedule of court dates and high-profile meetings, made room for little else. A cerulean scarf caught in the bush had no place in his life. Her husband didn’t notice such things.
She would not be caught out today; her secret was safe, at least for now. She stared down at the thin piece of soiled blue and dropped the dustbin’s lid in place.
Lauri Kubuitsile is a two time winner of The Golden Baobab Prize for children’s writing, the winner of the Botswana Ministry of Youth, Sport and Culture’s Botswerere Prize for Creative Writing, and a finalist for the 2011 Caine Prize, among others. She has more than thirty books published both here and overseas with publishers such as Macmillan, Oxford University Press, Cambridge University Press and Penguin. Her books are prescribed reading in schools in Botswana and South Africa.
Her historical novel, The Scattering (Penguin SA, May 2016) won Best International Fiction Book 2017 at the Sharjah International Book Fair in the United Arab Emirates and was recommended by the prestigious Walter Scott Prize for Historical Fiction in the United Kingdom in the same year. The North American rights have been bought and the book is now published in the USA and Canada by Waveland Press (USA). Her second historical novel, But Deliver Us from Evil (Penguin SA) was published in 2019.