Page 31 of Pieces of Us

“Do you see them?”

“Hold on.”

I watched as Jonathan and Jolie entered the dining room, then Justin joined them. I frowned in confusion because he had just left a restaurant, so why was he now dining with the Duprees?

I knew I didn’t trust Jolie’s raggedy ass. That look she gave Justin at my baby’s showcase told me she wanted him. Then Justin’s funky ass tried to clear it up as if he noticed she was giving him the flirty eyes and didn’t approve of it.

I continued to watch, and just when I thought this was just going to be dinner, I was quickly fooled when Jolie began to undress.

“Son of a bitch!” I hissed through my teeth.

“What? What’s happening? Let me see!”

I moved over some to let her see while we both watched this bitch undress in front of them. Jonathan pulled Jolie into his lap, and they kissed.

“What the…fuck?” Drue drawled, mouth agape.

Those tears I tried to suppress resurfaced, watching my husband watch this married couple seduce one another. He undressed while he watched them lustfully until he was down to the Calvin Klein briefs I bought him for Christmas.

A few moments later, Justin abandoned his seat and walked up to Jolie, snatching her mouth away from her husband. He leaned her head back, stuffed his tongue in her mouth, and caressed her breasts as Jonathan looked to be taking off his shirt. I couldn’t watch anymore.

“Oh, hell no!” Drue grabbed a brick that surrounded the flowerbed and was about to hurl it through the window before I stopped her.

“No, don’t! Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

“So, you’re going to allow this? You’re not going to raise hell on this motherfucka?”

I shook my head. “Let’s just go…Please?”

I handed her the keys as I backed away and headed back to my car. Drue joined me moments later then pulled away from the house. The entire way to my house was silent. Anger, hurt, and betrayal ripped through me, and the tears began to fall.

How could he do me like this?

I thought we were happy. I thought I was doing everything right. Fourteen years all went flushing down the drain as my heart broke in the passenger seat of my car.

“That bastard! I fucking hate him. What type of sick shit is he on? What have I done to get treated this way?” I asked aloud as we pulled into my driveway.

I didn’t even want to go inside after seeing my husband partaking in a three way with the bitch I couldn’t stand.

“Stop asking yourself that, Sis. You didn’t do anything but be the woman you were supposed to be. No one deserves to be cheated on and lied to. We give too much in these relationships and marriages, only to be shitted on and taken for granted. Just like Daddy chose Justin for you, he chose Ishmael for me. And guess what? Both of those niggas turned out to be ain’t shit ass bastards.”

“Our babies…”

“Will be okay. I’m going to take them off your hands tonight. Do what you feel is best for you, Sis. You felt that he was cheating, and you were right. We allowed Dad to dictate our lives. Now, it’s time for you to choose shit for yourself, babe. Show that nigga you ain’t one to play with.”

I wiped the tears from my eyes as I nodded. Justin Coleman didn’t know that he was about to feel my wrath.

By midnight, the locks disengaged as I waited in the dark for my trifling husband to enter our home. For hours, I sat stewing on what I wanted to do with him. I knew if I killed him, I’d go to jail and run the risk of never seeing my babies again. I couldn’t have that. I thought about destroying all of his shit, but that wouldn’t cure the pain I felt seeing my husband partaking in a threesome with a bitch and her husband, who smiled in my face and was fucking my husband behind my back. I should’ve known better. I should have been smarter.

All my life, I was taught to be the dutiful wife, to respect my vows, and honor my marriage. Committing adultery was a sin, and I’d be damned to hell if I stepped outside of my marriage.

I still believed that. Now, I understood why my sister did what she did to Ishmael after discovering him bedding her best friends. I didn’t have it in me to seek revenge in that manner, but I was certainly going to fuck this nigga in the worse way. As soon as he closed the door, I heard him tripping over his bags.

“Shit. What the hell?” He flipped on the lights, looking around until he locked eyes with me. “Babe…W-what is this?”

I sipped my glass of wine then stood from the couch, walking in his direction.

“It’s just what it looks like. Get your shit, and get your lying, conniving, sneaky, stupid ass out of my house!”

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