"NO!" She drew back and smacked the shit out of me momentarily stunning me. My hand flew to my cheek as she yanked open the bag.
Her eyes widened in horror. Mouth wide open. "Oh my God—" she whispered.
"It's not what you think." I reached out for her.
"Don’t touch me!" she screamed jumping back before reaching in and pulling out a handful of Gianna's panties. "You SICK bastard! Remy was right!"
"Listen to me—" I held up my hands trying to keep my voice leveled. "I know it looks bad…"
"It looks BAD?!" she screeched. "You're a fucking pervert, Bishop!" She tossed the bag towards me, colorful underwear flying everywhere. "What kind of man did I marry?!"
"The kind of man who took care of you from day one!' I barked finally losing my temper.
"The kind of man who spoiled you and made sure you never wanted for anything?!"
"So that gives you the right to fuck and fall in love with a whore?!" She jabbed her finger accusingly at me. "I've let you have your fun, but you took it too fucking far this time!"
"So LEAVE then!" I roared so loud the vein in my neck throbbed. "If you don't like the way a nigga living, move the FUCK around, Eva!"
She gasped, eyes wild staring at me in shocked silence. "You would leave your wife and kids…for awhore?" she said between clenched teeth.
"I wouldneverleave my kids, Eva," I corrected, tone even but hard.
She blinked rapidly, tears falling heavy. "After everything I've done for you?"
I shook my head. "Stop. Don't act like a martyr," I replied voice low and heavy. "You got everything you wanted out of me."
Her lips trembled. Her body shook. A part of me wanted to pull her into my arms and comfort her—but the other part of me was just tired. The shit was out in the air now and honestly…I felt relieved.
"Look…I didn't want shit to go down this way," I said calmy. "But things ain't been what they were in a few years, Eva."
"We've only been married for five, Bishop," she choked out.
"I know—" I exhaled. "Maybe I just wasn't ready for this kind of commitment. Fresh out the joint," I tried to explain. "I fucked up—that's on me."
"No." She shook her head in disbelief. "We have kids. You told me you loved me."
"And I did," I said.
She stared at me again. "You…did?"
Closing my eyes I racked my brain for what to say that wouldn't sound fucked up. "People grow apart," was all I could muster. I scooped my keys and gun off the table. "Look. I'ma head out. I don’t wanna say nothing else to hurt you. I'ma just…grab a hotel, and in a few days, we can talk about what's next."
"So—you're justleaving?" she gawked at me.
"I mean—what else you want me to say?" I asked at a loss for words.
She didn’t respond. Just stayed silent. With a nod, I turned to walk out. I got to the door when suddenly, I heard the rush of footsteps. Before I could turn, I felt a heavy thud on the back of my head.
Pain exploded across the back of my skull. "UGH—" My vision blurred violently as I stumbled forward crashing into the wall beside the door. The gun slipped from my hand hitting the hardwood with a loud clatter. "What the FUCK?!" I slurred turning halfway.
Eva stood there breathing hard. Both hands wrapped around one of the heavy, sharp-edged, glass liquor bottles from the counter. The bottom of it stained red.
My blood.
We stared at each other.
Her face changed instantly. The rage disappeared replaced by horror. "Oh my God…" she whispered.
