Page 126 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

Her face crumbled. “You killed that friendship the day you chose Deuce’s secret over me.” I picked up my purse and then I left. I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders. It was one more person I needed to address and I could be at peace. I hadn’t seen Deuce in weeks. No court dates or visits or collect calls.

I decided to grab something to eat before going home for the day. I was mentally and emotionally exhausted. It’s crazy how your life could be together one day and in shambles the next. Mama ain’t raise no weak bitch, but I’m not going to sit up here and act like my heart wasn’t broken because it for damn sure was. I decided to get myself some authentic Mexican food from Southwest Detroit at a restaurant called Armondos. I called my order in and went and picked it up. I ordered two beef enchiladas and a taco salad with extra ground beef.

When I made it to my condo I didn’t want to do anything but eat, take a shower and go to bed. Once I got inside I got situated and called my mama and checked on Brittany. She wasn’t thinking about me because she was too busy playing beauty shop with her Grandma. I told her goodnight and that I loved her and let her go back to playing. I ate and took my shower and got in the bed. I needed all my rest so I could deal with my lying ass soon to be ex husband.

The next morning I woke up feeling energized, it was something about a comfortable ass bed and new sheets. I hopped up and handled my hygiene. I was trying to be among the first group for visitation. I didn’t want to waste my whole day waiting to see Deuce’s ass. I was glad it was a Saturday because traffic would have been hell on I94. I checked in and waited to be escorted back so that I could start my visit.

When they brought Deuce into visitation and he saw me, that familiar cocky smile appeared and he picked up the phone. “About damn time.”

I picked up the phone. “I filed for divorce.”

His smile disappeared. “You did what?”

“You heard me.”

“Alisha, quit fucking playing.”

“That’s everybody’s problem, y’all keep thinking I’m playing.”

“You ain’t divorcing me.”

“Already filed.”

His jaw tightened. “You’re mad.”

“I was mad before.” I leaned back. “I’m done now.”

He studied my face. “Who told you?”

I nodded. “Look at you. I didn’t even have to say what I knew.”

“Alisha—”

“Malik told me.”

His expression turned ugly. “That bitch ass⁠—”

“Don’t call him shit.” Deuce mugged me. “That man didn’t owe me loyalty, you did.” He went quiet. “So did your sister.”

“Leave Shante out of this.”

“She’s in labor with your twins right now.”

His eyes widened. “What?”

“Congratulations.”

“Is she okay?” He asked.

“She was when I left.”

“You left her?”

“I sure did.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

I leaned toward the glass. “Don’t ever ask me that after the shit y’all did.” He stopped. “I checked her ass before I left and Grandma too.”