Page 48 of Rich Forever: Zo & Remy

I opened my mouth but chose not to say what I was about to. Cause my first thought was for me to run the cameras back and find those lil muhfuckas too. So, I didn’t speak on that.

“I’m glad you’re good. I would’ve turned this bitch into a mortuary.” I said with my eyes on the rearview mirror as I reversed out of the gate.

“I’m just glad this is over. Our lives have been so peaceful. After all this time, who knew it would come back like this? The last piece of the puzzle is going to Louisiana and handling this marriage issue, and this will be done for good,” She said lowly, with her eyes closed and her head against the headrest.

“Jax already handled it. The marriage is over, and all traces of it that exist have been erased.” I informed her. She smiled at me and grabbed my hand.

This morning, I talked to Jax to fill him in on business. When we spoke, he told me that he had sent some niggas to Louisianato see the Judge, and by the time they left, the record of the marriage ever existing was gone. I didn’t question it. But once I went back to the database to search for it, I found nothing.

“He told me to tell you that you got him out of a marriage, and he got you out of one, now y’all even.” I chuckled. She rolled her eyes, knowing that we never counted favors, and he was just talking.

Then she yawned and looked out the window quietly.

“Now that you’re a widow, let’s get married again,” I said and glanced toward her. I took my eyes off the road for a second. Rem and I had never had a wedding. We got married in a helicopter, and a month later, we let a mafia officiant perform a ceremony at our house. We were nearing our seventh year of marriage, and she kept putting off the wedding. The first time we talked about it, she was pregnant, and then we dropped the idea altogether. She told me it never mattered to her, and she didn’t want the mafia in her marriage. But I wanted to give her the wedding of her dreams.

“I would marry you a thousand times.”

“Good, let’s do a wedding in Barbados so my parents can be there,” I suggested. The smile spread on her face as soon as I said it. Had I known that was all it took, I would’ve suggested it years ago.

“Let’s do it, baby. We can do it during the time that we planned to go for Christmas.” I nodded. It was the first time she hadn’t put up a fight, so I wasn’t going to push my luck by keeping the conversation going because she’d change her mind in a second.

She shifted in her seat to face me, but she didn’t speak for a while.

“You want to know something?” she asked. I didn’t respond, just waited for her to finish.

“I knew you were coming to get me. I was so confident, I didn’t even go check to see if the door upstairs was unlocked so I could let myself out,” She laughed loudly.

I shook my head at her. But that did something to me. I wanted to be the nigga she knew would always show up for the rest of her life.

“For sure. That’s mine. I got it in blood.”

“I love you, Zohan.” She sighed as she turned back toward the window.

“I love you too, Mrs. Richardson.”

“And that’s the only name I want to be addressed as. Remy Rich.”

We rode back to the house in silence. My heart still hadn’t stopped racing. Being in situations like this was like riding a bike. Even if you didn't do it in a while, you never forgot it. But the thought of Remy not being okay at the end of it? That shit turned me into a different person. I would flip the world for Remy Richardson.

And truth be told? I don’t mind proving it.

Remy

Wedding Day

December 23, 2025

Bridgetown, Barbados

“Buttah, you look so pretty.”My mother-in-love held my chin between her fingers like she used to do when I first came around the family, back when she wasn’t sure how long I’d last with her crazy son. Now her eyes softened, and her smile was as warm as the Caribbean sun.

My mother came up from the other side, smiling like she had waited her entire life for this day, and she probably had.

“You are, baby. And I’m so glad you finally listened to Zo, I didn’t realize how much I had missed doing this with you,” she said as she thumbed away the tear that fell from her eyes really quickly. I told her today was a celebration, and there would be no crying.

Although I hated to admit it, she was right. These last few months planning our destination wedding had been the kind of joy I didn’t know existed. I went from swearing I'd never want awedding to telling my husband we should do this every year, like our own little tradition.

“Thank you,” I gleamed, checking the mirror as we waited for the photographers to come back inside.