“You say it like you don’t.”
“I say it like I’m tired.”
“Tired of what? My pussy is at your beck and call. We have threesomes when you want. You even have me out here eating pussy. You think I want to be part of the LGBTIQQ community? No! But I’d eat the whole alphabet for you.”
“You’ve got to love yourself more, O, because those are not the type of sacrifices that you need to be making for love. Especially when I never asked you to. You made sex a problem in our relationship when you cheated. I was fine with just you, but I’m a man and I ain’t going to say no to two bitches sucking my dick at the same time.”
“I just wanted you to be happy.”
“I always was with you.”
“And now?”
“And now this is the worst we spoke about in our vows. We’re going to ride it out until we get back to the ‘for the better.’”
“I don’t want an open marriage anymore,” I said.
“Ok.” He said.
“So, it’s just that easy?”
“Yeah.” He said.
What was easy for him seemed impossible to me. How was I supposed to end things with his brother Diamond?
Chapter 30
Olivia
She was 30 weeks today, and the babies were the size of a cabbage. Did I want to know anything about them kids? Hell no, but the notifications popped up every week on Cane’s iPad. She was getting closer to having his sons, while I was getting closer to breaking.
For weeks, I watched her try to pull away from my husband’s affection. And for weeks, I watched him fucking chase her! In front of me!
The worst part was that he wasn’t even trying to hurt me; he just couldn’t hide his feelings for her. They were like magnets. He was drawn to her. Everywhere she was, he had to be. Now this would be beautiful if that wasn’t my fucking husband. I kept telling myself it was for the babies. He just wanted them to be born healthy, but deep down inside, I knew he was in love with her. It made me sick. I felt like an outsider in my own home.
I wiped the tears from my eyes and sat up.
I could no longer lie in this bed alone. Not with my husband down the hall and his baby mother at the other end. I grabbed my robe and pulled it over my naked body. I headed toward Cane’s office. I missed my husband, and I missed being happilymarried. These last few weeks, we’ve been anything but that. Out of five years of marriage, this is the most we’ve screamed, argued, and fought. I hated every time I had to raise my voice or fist at him. But he needed to understand he was hurting me, too.
I pushed open the door to his office and walked in. He looked up from the pile of papers in his hand. I watched him exhale as he swirled the liquor in his glass. I walked over to him and sat on the edge of the desk. “We need to talk.”
“Yeah, we do,” he said as he motioned toward the papers on his desk.
“You want a divorce?” I asked. “Yeah. I realize it’s not fair for me to expect you to raise the children I’m having with another woman. It’s selfish.”
Reading right through his bullshit, I laughed. “You’re not doing this for me!” I said as I pointed at the papers. “You’re doing this for her!”
“I’m doing this for my children.”
WHAP!
My hand went across his face. He grabbed my wrist and shook me. “Let that be the last time you put your hands on me.”
I tried to pull away, but he kept me there. “Do you understand?”
‘Yes,” I said. I looked into his eyes and wondered where all his love for me had gone. I used to be able to see it every time I looked at him. Even during our fights, it was still there, but not tonight. Tonight, he was cold, evil. The nigga people were too scared to cross, but how was he all these things to me? His wife!
“When did you start looking at me like this?”
