I was tired of the dull comforter that was on the bed, so I went into my closet and pulled out my lavender comforter. Then I pulled off the dirty sheets and threw them on the floor. I was about to put a fitted sheet on the mattress... when a small pink item caught my attention. I moved closer and picked it up. It was a pink rhinestone earring. I brought it to my face and closely examined it.
“You bastard,” I yelled out as I dropped it.
I don’t wear that cheap shit, so I knew off the top that it wasn’t mine. I bought all Amaiya’s jewelry, so it definitely wasn’t hers. Unless my husband was a faggot, it sure as hell wasn’t his. The only other scenario is this bastard had a bitch up in my bed. I got sick to my stomach, just imagining him and one of his whores in my bed, which I fucking bought.
Quickly, I grabbed my cell phone and called him. He pressed ignore on me, but I called right back.
“I’m in the middle of something. What the hell do you want?” he yelled.
“I don’t give a fuck about what you’re doing—you dirty, low-down bastard. You had your whore in my fucking bed,” I screamed.
“Destiny, baby, you’re really losing it. I didn’t have anyone in your bed. You need to quit with all these accusations,” he calmly stated.
“Hassan, fuck you. I’m holding your bitch’s earring in my hand, so I got fucking proof. Trust me—I’ll be sure to give it to my attorney.” I clicked end on him.
I sat on the bed, still staring at the earring. Why was I so shocked? I knew for years that he was cheating, but I turned a blind eye, hoping and praying that he would change. He didn’t. Instead, it only got worse. At the moment, I wasn’t feeling too strong, and I started to cry. I knew he was cheating, but this earring confirmed that he was not only cheating, but he had that whore in my house and in my fucking bed.
“Mama, what’s wrong?” Amaiya rushed over to me.
“Hey, baby.” I quickly dried my eyes.
“Ma, why you sitting here crying, and whose earring is this?” She snatched the cheap piece of metal out of my hand.
“I have no idea.”
I was tired of lying and making excuses for this bastard.
“Mama, listen to me. You need to file them divorce papers so you can move on. You’re so much better than him, and you deserve better. I know you worry about me and how I’m going to take it. Don’t worry, Mama. I know how badly Daddy treated you, and you deserve to be happy. I’m a big girl. I can handle it,” she said as she squeezed my hand.
I had no words after what she said. I gave her a long hug and rubbed her back. That was all the confirmation I needed. I really felt guilty that we were splitting up because I wanted my daughter to have both of her parents. I could see now that she was stronger than I thought. I was ready to see what the future held for us.
“Ma, I love you.”
“I love you too, babe. Now, go ahead and wash up. I cooked your favorite fish.” I smiled at her.
“All right, Ma, I’m starving.” She dropped the earring on the bed and walked out of the room.
I picked up the earring and wrapped it in a piece of tissue, then stuffed it into my drawer. After making my bed, I vacuumed the floor. I love the smell of clean linen. If only Spencer were around to share the bed with me, I thought as I walked downstairs to fix my daughter’s plate.
Hassan Clarke
“Mr. Clarke, there’s a person by the name of Johnson here to see you.”
“Thank you, Shari. Does he have an appointment? I don’t recall having him on my schedule.”
“No, sir, but he said it’s urgent, and he needs to talk to you.”
“Thank you. I’ll be out shortly.”
Johnson... This must be a new client or something, I thought.
I got up from behind the desk and walked out to the front. I saw the stranger but didn’t recognize him.
“Hello, I’m Attorney-at-law Hassan Clarke.”
“Hello, I’m Johnson. Please consider yourself served.” He handed me an envelope, turned around, and walked away.
I turned and saw Shari looking at me. Quickly, I clenched the envelope and walked into my office.
I sat down and ripped the envelope open. “Bitch!” I yelled. Destiny was divorcing me and asking for half of my earnings and alimony. Over my dead fucking body! She could get the little change that’s in the bank account, but that’s all that bitch was going to get her measly hands on.
I was in the middle of contacting a divorce attorney when this bitch beeped in on my line. I pressed the ignore button, but she called right back. I was in no mood to talk to this ho, but she caught my attention when she mentioned something about an earring. I tried to play it off, but I knew the earring belonged to Tanya. She was the only woman that I had in her bed. The funny thing is that I don’t recall her earring coming off. I held the phone away from my ear. There was nothing that bitch was saying that I wanted to hear. After she finished bitching, she hung up the phone.
I dialed Tanya’s number. I knew she did that, being on some spiteful shit.
“Hello,” she answered.
“Aye, B, the other night when you were over at the house, did you lose an earring?”
“Nah, why?”
“’Cause Destiny just called me, talking about I had a bitch in her bed.”
“And, so what if you did?”
“What the fuck you mean? I told you I was about to get a divorce, and I couldn’t afford for it to get out there that I was cheating.”
“Well, that sounds like a personal problem. Don’t you dare call me, checking me about another bitch.”
“Tanya, you’re starting to piss me the fuck off. I told your hardheaded ass to chill out. I have enough fucking problems in my life,” I yelled into the phone.
“I don’t know who you yelling at, but you need to lower your voice. I’m sick and fucking tired of the way you treat me. You treat those black bitches like they are queens, and because I’m white, you treat me like I’m a doormat. I’m done dealing with this bullshit. I guess I’ll see your ass in child support court. I don’t care who you fucking, because you will take damn good care of my baby.”
I then removed the phone from my ear. I was sick of all the fucking bickering. After about five minutes, I clicked end. I had no idea if she was still on the line. Truthfully, I didn’t give a fuck.
“Oweiii. . . . What a fucking day,” I uttered to myself.
I sat back in my chair, and for the first time in my life, I felt despair. I’ve always known how to get myself out of situations, but this time, I felt like I was drowning. None of these bitches had any idea that I’d beat their motherfucking ass.
I grabbed my phone and briefcase. I had a 2:30 p.m. meeting with my lawyer. I wished this shit would just go away, but for now, I had to deal with it. That bitch Imani fucked up by getting me locked up, and with that, she fucked up my life. This charge was serious. I’m an attorney, so I knew damn well this shit might not turn out good for me.
I parked and walked into Baxter & Associates. I knew the brother because we worked on a case together. I knew firsthand that he was a beast in the courthouse. I hate to brag, but I was that nigga, and these other lawyers were no competition when it came down to handling a case. Shit, I may come off better defending myself, I thought, but I quickly dismissed that idea.
“Hello, may I help you?” the cute little Puerto Rican broad said.
“Yes, I have an appointment with Jamal Baxter.”