Page 60 of Pieces of Us

“Oh…right. It was good seeing you, Diana,” I lied.

“I wish I could say the same.”

Now, it was my turn to frown. It was no secret that she never liked me. Although Hemi always told me that she was a friend of the family, I always felt there was some underlying feelings she had toward him whenever I’d see her around. Not to mention, she used to try to bully me in school.

“You got some sort of problem with me, Diana? I always felt like you did,” I asked.

She smirked slightly. “Nah…There’s no problem. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised to see you with my leftovers.”

“Diana, cool the fuck out,” Nehemiah warned.

“Leftovers?”

“Oh, he didn’t tell you?”

“Mo, let’s go.” Nehemiah took my hand, trying to pull me away, but I snatched my hand away.

“No, but why don’tyoutell me?”

“Wow, Hemi. You didn’t tell her that our divorce was only a month ago?”

“Divorce? You married her?” I asked in shock.

“He sure did.”

“It definitely wasn’t my choice. You know that, Mo.”

“Yeah, but…her? The same broad that put gum in my hair and hid my trainers right before a tournament?”

“Yeah, me. And I didn’t do those things to you. My friends did.”

“Because you told them to. I always knew you wanted him. How long were you two married for?”

“Morgan.” I held my hand up to his mouth as I stared at Diana.

“Ten years.” She informed me with a smirk on her face.

“Wow…I guess he wanted you too.”

“That’s a lie. I never wanted her, and she knew it. Our fathers forced that shit on us, Morgan. You know the story behind that shit, so don’t trip. It’s me and our daughter’s birthday. Let’s not ruin the night, baby. I’ll explain more when we get home.” Nehemiah tried to convince me, but I knew there was more to the story.

“Daughter?” she asked, frowning.

“Yes. I had his baby. She’ll be fourteen tomorrow. Enjoy the concert,” I told her, walking away, but I pivoted. “Oh, and while you’re talking about leftovers, remember I had this nigga first while you were begging on the sidelines.”

I headed toward the concession stand instead of the restrooms because that good feeling I had was gone.

“Morgan…”

“It’s okay, Nehemiah. I’m not mad. Just disappointed that the same woman who lowkey tried to bully me and always said that you were going to be her man actually became your woman…your wife. Did you love her?”

“I will always have love for Diana, but I never loved her or was in love with her like I am with you. I don’t want you to feel a way about this, Mo. That marriage didn’t mean shit to me.”

I sighed deeply and nodded. I was hurt that he married her. That woman did everything in her power to make me feel insecure. She would make it her business to share stories about how Nehemiah would sleep over at her house or she would sleep over at his.

I trusted Nehemiah, though, so she never made me feel as if our relationship was being threatened. Chelsea and Shelby used to make sure she never got close to him when I wasn’t around, so I believed and trusted my man. But to be married to her for ten years? Forced or not, he married my arch nemesis.

“I don’t want to dwell on that. Let’s just enjoy the concert and your birthday.” I dismissed him.

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