Page 112 of Kentrell

This wasn’t just about cheating.

This was about trust.

And it was gone.

“Oh, Zoe, please.” Mars sighed, her eyes rolling like I was being dramatic. “You’ve always had this archaic mindset about everything?—”

“No,” I cut her off, voice sharper than I intended. “Don’t twist the narrative,Marniece.”

Her brows lifted at the use of her full name—my warning that I was in no mood for games.

“You were…” I started, but the words caught in my throat. Iknewwhat they were doing. Isawit. But for some reason, I couldn’t say it out loud. And Mars knew that. Her smug grin said everything.

“What?” she pressed, amused. “We were what?”

I swallowed, flustered. “You were… doing stuff.”

Mars cackled. “Notdoing stuff, Zoe.”

“It’s not funny,” I snapped, face burning.

“Oh, itis,” she giggled, hands on her hips. “Just say it. You saw me eating Stacia’s pussy.”

“Mars!” Stacia and I shrieked in unison.

Mars just shrugged, licking her lips as she turned and gave Stacia a look that made my stomach flip. It was the same look she’d given me before—but I’d always brushed it off. Thought it was harmless. Playful.

Now? I wasn’t so sure.

“But you’re married,” I blurted, my voice quieter now. We all were.

Stacia’s eyes narrowed. Her calm composure cracked just enough to let the edge of her annoyance show.

“Yes. And?” she snapped, like my concern was irritating.

“And Shemar doesn’t know,” I said, voice rising again.

She tilted her head. “Exactly.Hedoesn’t know.”

“How long has this been going on?” I demanded.

That’s when my eyes dropped—Stacia’s shirt was still rumpled, riding high enough for me to see the top of her bare mound. And right there, bold and red just above the crease of her thighs, was a tattoo.

My heart stuttered.

“Wait… is that—Mars?”

The symbol was unmistakable. A vivid red emblem, the circle and arrow of the Mars glyph—burned into her skin like a confession. Right over her Venus mound.

“Oh my God,” I breathed. “You haveMarstattooed on your vagina?!”

Mars burst into full-blown laughter, doubling over as she slapped her thigh.

“It’s not funny!” I yelled, staring wide-eyed at Stacia. “You’remarried!What if Shemar finds out?!”

“If you bring that up one more time…” Stacia started, her tone clipped, warning.

“Shemar isn’t into zodiacs,” she added coolly, brushing imaginary lint off her thigh. “He’s seen the tattoo plenty of times.”

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