“Baby, I’m sorry this happened. I’ll talk to her and find out what she was thinking.”
“I can tell you what she was thinking and save you a phone call, but honestly, it doesn’t even matter. Your mother intentionally disrespected me and attempted to alienate me, but she doesn’t know me well enough to know I truly don’t give a fuck. I’ll see you later.”
“Maly—”
I ended the call, cutting him off because I wasn’t interested in hearing any excuses he may have had about his mother. I may have given Mrs. Goode the impression that I was confident in my relationship with her son, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.
At the end of the day, our marriage was fake and built on convenience, not love. Kenzo might side with me in a disagreement with his mother, but I’d never expect him tochooseme over her. My anger got the best of me, and words spilled from my mouth before I could process them.
As I went to the Uber app on my phone, my stomach growled. I’d only had a banana before we left, and that was over an hour ago. I surveyed my surroundings and spotted a breakfast restaurant in a plaza across the street.
Five minutes later, I was seated in a booth at the back of the quaint restaurant, looking at the menu. After placing my order, I sent Anika a text to see how her first day was going. Before I could put my phone down, it rang, and Anika’s name appeared on my screen.
“Hey, girl.”
“First of all, I didn’t know you were doing all this shit. The half a day of training you gave me ain’t nearly enough.”
“Are you serious? Has it been hard? I’m so sorry. I can come in and?—”
“I’m playing with you, girl. Everything has been smooth so far. Aren’t you supposed to be with your mother-in-law?”
My eyes rolled inadvertently. “That was a disaster. That woman doesn’t like me, and I’m not about to kiss her ass.”
“Did she do something?”
“She did something, all right. She invited Kenzo’s ex.”
“Excuse me, what?”
“We went to the first venue, and his ex was waiting inside. Her name isCallie, andCallieknows Kenny better than any woman outside of his mother because they’re very close,” I said, mimicking Mrs. Goode’s voice.
“Are you playing with me?”
“I wish I was, but unfortunately, it’s true. Kenzo said he would talk to her, and I told him not to bother. Our marriage is fake anyway, so there’s no sense in him starting a beef with his mother over me.”
“You keep saying it’s fake, but that ain’t the vibe I got. I hope you gave her a piece of your mind.”
“I let her know I wasn’t the one or the two and tried not to be too disrespectful.”
“Good. Where are you now?”
“I was about to take an Uber to his place, but I got hungry, so I’m at the breakfast spot across the street from the venue.”
“Well, I need to get started on lunch. Keep me posted.”
“I will. Talk to you later.”
“Bye.”
My strawberry crunch French toast, scrambled eggs with cheese, and bacon arrived with a tall glass of orange juice, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Kenzo called and texted a few times while I was eating, but I ignored them because I wasn’t in the mood to discuss the situation about his mother.
After I finished eating, I paid for my food and requested an Uber. By this time, I was ready to block Kenzo because he’d been blowing me up for the past fifteen minutes.
The Uber ride seemed much shorter than the ride with Mrs. Good a few hours earlier. I was surprised to see Kenzo’s car parked in the driveway when the driver stopped in front of the property.
“Thank you,” I said as I exited the vehicle.
“No problem. Nice house.”
