Sliding my chair back, I grabbed my purse and stood. I wasn’t giving either one of those bitches my energy. When I stood so didBrion. As I walked toward the exit, the producer, Helene rushed after me.
“London, you don’t want to at least hear what she has to say?”
Continuing to walk out of the door, I ignored her ass too. I knew drama was the goal. It was her job to produce a juicy, entertaining show that would have viewers tuning in every week in anticipation of what was to come, but they wouldn’t do it at my expense. Miamor’s dirty ass wouldn’t get any screen time off me. Right idea wrong bitch.
“London, just calm down for a minute and talk to me.”
Brion stopped walking and whirled around to face Helene. “You’ve always been cool with me but you’re pushing it. London is a grown ass woman. If she wanted to talk, she wouldn’t have left. She’s pregnant, and y’all are dirty for what you’re doing.”
I didn’t even stick around to hear Helene’s response. I loved Brion, but I had to get out of there before my blood pressure shot through the roof. I didn’t even wait to tell her goodbye. I got inside my Tesla and erupted into tears. I had been doing so good. It had been months since I had cried. Every single day, I woke up determined to be happy despite my circumstances. I didn’t bother Isaac or anyone else. I didn’t get married to have to raise a child alone fifty percent of the time. I didn’t get married for the union to end. I also didn’t get married with the expectations of dealing with infidelity. Yet, here we were.
On any given day, I tried not to give Isaac too much of my energy. And while he hadn’t done anything to me on this day directly, the way I was feeling was because of his actions. I had been trying to be careful and not act off impulse or emotion, but Mya and her minion had helped me make up my mind. I was filing for divorce.
Four hours later, my mother looked at me and chuckled. “You look like you’re high over there.”
My eyes were half closed as I devoured the chocolate cake she’d made for me. It was so freakin’ good. I was in heaven. Her words made me laugh. “I am. I’m high off sugar.” Scooping up the last bite, I placed it in my mouth and let out a content sigh. “I don’t even know if I’ll be able to drive home.” I was good and full, and all I wanted was to close my eyes.
“Go in there and take a nap. You know you don’t have to leave if you don’t feel like it.”
When I left the restaurant, I went to the courthouse and picked up a divorce packet. I completed it, got the proper sections notarized, and took them back, so the sheriff could serve Isaac. After that, I went to my parents’ house and let it all out. My mother hugged me as I cried from my gut. I cried like someone had died. I’m pretty sure I cried for at least fifteen minutes. I cried so damn hard and long my mother started crying with me. When I was done, she wiped my tears, and we went into the kitchen. I watched her prepare food for me and bake a cake from scratch.
A good cry, a tight hug, the nostalgia of being back at home, and good food had me feeling so much better. “I can drive home. I think I’ll sleep so much better if I can shower and get in my bed with my pregnancy pillow. Can you believe I’m using one already?”
“Um yes. Pregnancy starts doing all kinds of strange things to the body from the day the sperm meets the egg. Drive safe and text me as soon as you get home.”
“I will,” I smiled.
My parents had been together for thirty-five years. My parents tried really hard to keep me and my four siblings out of their affairs, but when I was nine, my parents went through a really rough patch. My mother kicked him out of the house. It took a lot of eavesdropping on conversations to find out that not only had he cheated on her, but he’d been gambling and losing bill money. My mother had to take out a loan, max out credit cards, and use her income tax refund just to get us on our feet. She worked overtime and did everything she had to do to hold us down for the seven months my father was out of the house.
He came back a better man, and they had been together ever since. My parents were one of the reasons that I didn’t take forgiving Isaac completely off the table. I was going to take my time and really think about whether or not I felt I could make my marriage work. Seeing Isaac’s whorish side chick earlier made me realize I might not be able to forgive him. He had given not one but two women all the ammunition they needed to make me the laughingstock of Diamond Cove.
I knew what I signed up for when I agreed to do a reality TV show but at the time I agreed to do it, I didn’t think any of the ladies would be able to dig any dirt up on my husband. I sure thought wrong. It was all good though. I was going to raise my baby and go on with my life. I didn’t want alimony, the house, or anything from Isaac. I had taken one of the cars he bought me, but the other two were still at the house. If he wanted his car back, he could have that too. I wasn’t pressed about material things. I had the money to replace it all. I didn’t need three cars anyway. I barely ever drove the Range Rover. The Tesla was my everyday car, and the BMW was my most used weekend car. I hadn’t driven the Range Rover in almost two months before I left Isaac.
God knew what I needed because as soon as I pulled the seatbelt across my body, Brion called. If I talked to her while Idrove, I’d stay awake for sure. The worst part of my fatigue had passed, but I could still take at least two naps a day easily. I couldn’t wait to get my energy back. I took my prenatal vitamins, drank tons of water, and got plenty of rest. It was still a battle for me to stay awake more than five hours at a time. I wasn’t worried about being too tired once he was born because I had a village. One thing I’d be able to do was get some sleep. My mother already let me know when I came home from the hospital, she was coming to stay with me for a week since I lived alone now. I was sure Isaac would be there, but I’d never turn down help from my mother. That woman was my best friend. She was a terrific mother, so I knew she’d be a great grandmother.
“Hey boo,” I called out when the call connected to the Bluetooth.
“How are you feeling?”
“I went and filed for divorce. Then, I came to my mother’s house and cried my eyes out. She cooked me food and baked a cake. I’m full and happy again and on my way home to shower and get in bed.”
“I’m sorry, London.” Brion’s tone was somber, but she didn’t have anything to be sorry for.
“It’s okay, boo. I knew not to get comfortable around those hoes once it was made public that Isaac cheated. I just never expected Mya to do what she did, but I’m not surprised at all. From here on out, I will pay that bitch dust. I don’t care if I get fired. I don’t even know if I’d want to do a third season anyway. They can kiss my ass is how I really feel.”
“I don’t blame you at all. I was pissed, so I can only imagine how you felt. Anything that you feel is valid. I put a piece of cursing on Helene. Hell, I might be fired,” Brion chuckled.
“If they fire you, they better fire me then. I don’t know what the fuck they thought.”
“You want me to come keep you company? Bring you ice cream? Rub your feet?”
“Rub my feet,” I drawled. “Baby, I should get pregnant all the time,” I jested. “Pregnant women get top-tier treatment.”
“Indeed, they do,” Brion giggled.
“No, boo, I’m good. I’m going to be asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. I am so freaking tired. I thought it got better in the second trimester.”
“Baby, my kids are about to be six, and I’m still tired.”
