“You think I’m going to just rot in prison while everyone else lives their lives freely? Fuck that!” I went on, “Don’t think for a fucking second that I won’t do whatever it takes to get back at Aviana and make you pay for how you’re playing me.”
“You’re not going to tell Aviana shit.” His voice dripped with a cold, unfeeling certainty.
Damar’s harsh words sliced through my rage, cutting deeper than I ever expected. Something snapped inside me. I was no longer the woman who had once dreamed of being his partner in crime, the one who had envisioned a future together. All I wanted now was for the pain to end. The betrayal, the heartbreak—it was all too much. I wanted everyone involved to suffer like I was suffering.
I lunged for my phone on the coffee table. I needed to call Aviana, to expose Damar and everything he had done. But Damar was right behind me, his desperation clear as he tried to twist the phone from my grasp. His eyes, usually so confident and commanding, were now filled with a frantic fear that only fueled my determination.
As we wrestled, my fingers gripped the phone tightly. “You really love her, don’t you?” I spat, my voice shaking with anger and betrayal. “I told you about her feelings for Mythic, and you still want to love and protect this fat bitch. It’s so obvious now that you were just using me. All those promises, all that love—you were just playing me.”
His face contoured with growing fury. “No shit. I just wanted the money, and your stupid ass fell for it,” he roared as his hands forcefully yanked at the phone. “You’re not telling her anything.”
The intensity of his rage made me even more stubborn. There was no way that I was going to let him get away with this. I fought back with everything I had, struggling to keep hold of the phone.My emotions were a raging storm, and my movements became frantic as I tried to break free.
“Nigga, I’m telling her everything.” I brought my face so close to his that we were nose to nose. I could feel the hot rage and tension exploding between us. “I’m showing her our text messages, and I’mespeciallyshowing her every video of you eating my pussy from the back. I’m going to ruin your life the way you ruined mine. You were supposed to love me…” Against my stubbornness, I choked up as I thought of the life growing in my belly. “It was supposed to be me, you, and our baby. Avi deserves to know. You can’t keep hiding me and my baby.”
AVIANA SCOTT
The next morning, I woke up to so many threatening text messages from Mia that I couldn’t read them all.
Mia:You were my friend. I trusted you.
Mia:I can’t believe you did this to me.
Mia:I lost everything, so you have to lose everything too.
Mia:You ruined my life, so I’m going to ruin yours.
Mia:Watch your back, fat bitch.
“This is insane.” I sighed with tears in my eyes. I gripped the steering wheel, staring blankly out of the windshield of my parked Jeep.
I had been trying to get in touch with Mia since receiving the messages that morning. No matter how vile she was toward me, I willed myself to believe that this was only her anger talking. I felt as if I could get through to her, she would calm down and realize that she was being ridiculous. But she wouldn’t answer any of my calls.
Still, I kept trying. Before getting out of my car, I tried to call her again. I bit my bottom lip nervously, reluctantly waiting for her rage to answer, but still hoping that she did.
But, again, I got her voicemail.
“You’ve reached Mia…”
Blowing another frustrated breath, I hung up and tossed my phone into my purse. I had read the first barrage of messages over and over all morning in pure disbelief. Mia’s unwillingness to give me the benefit of the doubt was heartbreaking and baffling. I couldn’t understand where this sudden rage toward me and distrust in my loyalty to her had come from.
I sat in the car for a minute, just staring at the steering wheel. I was so frustrated and confused. I didn’t understand how Mia could believe that I would do something like this to her.
I sighed, picking up my phone and dialing Damar.
He answered on the second ring. “Hey. What’s up, baby?”
“Damar,” I whined.
“What’s wrong?”
“Mia has been texting me all morning. She really thinks I snitched. She’s accusing me of setting her up, talking about how I betrayed her. I’m lost, Damar. I really don’t get it. I would never do anything like that to her. She’s acting like I’m the enemy. After everything we’ve been through, why does she think I’d stab her in the back?”
“Bae, you know how people are when they feel like their back is against the wall. She’s just grasping at straws, trying to blame somebody. It ain’t about you.”
Feeling the frustration growing, I rubbed my temple. “But why me? She knows I’d never come for her like that. I don’t know what to do. She keeps texting me, but she won’t answer the phone.”
“Just ignore her. She’ll get over it eventually. And if not, fuck her. You’ve been a great friend to her. If she’d turn on you like this, you don’t need her.”
