These days, her appetite had vanished without a trace. Eating was impossible and her sleep had been on an Amber alert.
Bria reached for her hand, wearing a creased forehead. “What’s wrong?”
Cali swallowed, hoping to lubricate the words that were sure to cut her lips once she confessed them.
“I fucked up.”
Enya’s eyes narrowed. “I hope you didn’t go back to that man you were cheating on Rio with. If you did, you're an idiot.”
Cali ignored her dig and said, “What I’m about to say stays between us. That means you,Enya.”
She gasped, planting her hand over her chest. “Why are you directing that towards me?”
“Because you like to go run your mouth to Daddy. Did you forget how you told him my business?” Bria sneered.
Enya popped her lips. “Excuse me for thinking you were in danger. Next time, I’ll let your husband torture your ass in peace.”
“Please, y’all,” Cali interrupted. “I didn’t call you here to rehash your issues. My problems are way bigger than that shit y’all went through.”
“Then, tell us what it is,” Enya griped before taking a sip of her lemon water.
“Okay… I found out that Braye is the reason Rio got into the car accident.”
Cali looked at both of her sisters, awaiting their responses. However, they were too stunned to speak.
“Y’all say something.”
Bria slowly shook her head. “I’m honestly speechless.”
“I second that,” Enya added.
“I was too when he told me.” Cali leaned in closer and whispered, “He said he cut his brake line. Y’all, the guy I was cheating on Rio with tried to take him out. How the fuck am I supposed to live with that?”
“I mean what did you expect?” Enya replied flippantly.
Bria’s brows pinched instantly. “Come on, Enya. No one expected this man to turn into a lunatic and try to take out her husband.”
Enya grabbed some bread from the basket and chuckled. “That’s why you don't step out on your husband. Marriage isn’t just some relationship. It’s a covenant between you, your spouse, and God. Did you really expect not to reap what you’ve sown, Cali?”
Enya’s words cut her so deeply that Cali felt like she was drowning from internal bleeding. She deserved every word because it was her actions that started this snowball of problems. She’d played with her marriage, and the price was more than what she’d bargained for.
“You know, you really know how to make a person feel low,” Bria snarled. “You think she wants to hear this now?”
“Who cares what she wants to hear ‘cause she needs to hear it,” Enya hissed. “That man could’ve died because she wanted to share her pussy with a fuck nigga who don't know how to move on.”
“It’s cool, Bria,” Cali assured. “I needed to hear that.”
“See”—Enya pointed at her—“she gets it. You're the only one who wants to be spoon-fed like a baby.”
Bria waved her hand dismissively then peered at Cali. “How did you find this out?”
“He told me when we were on the phone.”
“Why were you even talking to him?” Enya quizzed.
“Because he had started harassing me by threatening to call Rio if I didn’t call him. So, I did and that’s when he told me. He’s hurt and I get it, but he went too far trying to kill my fucking husband.”
“You need to call the police,” Enya ordered. “He needs to go to jail.”
