Page 39 of My Only

Breakfast with Hassani. The unexpected call from Bryant Greene’s office.

Then showing up at school only to walk into the aftermath of a marriage crumbling.

It shook me.

Not just because it was Janae.

Not just because of how publicly it happened.

But because of how fast it happened.

One woman. One visit. One set of claims.

And a marriage fell apart.

I exhaled sharply.

Would Hassani ever put me in that position?

At work. Preparing to start my day.

Only to be approached by a woman claiming she had been seeing my husband behind my back.

“Uh-uh,” I mumbled, shaking my head. “Nah.”

Hassani would never do some shit like that.

He loved me.

I trusted him.

But Janae trusted her husband too, right?

I shook my head again, forcing the thought away.

That wasn’t my reality.

And it never would be.

Hassani would never put himself—or me—in a situation like that.

He wasn’t that kind of man.

I inhaled deeply, then stood.

Rolled my neck. Loosened my shoulders.

Shook off the weight of everything before stepping toward my classroom door.

Because in the eight years Hassani and I had been together—four years married—I trusted him.

I knew he had my best interests at heart.

Always.

I pushed open the door and stepped out, pushing the thought aside.

My life wasn’t Janae’s.

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