Page 128 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“I already did.”

His nostrils flared and I wasn’t finished. “I handled our joint accounts too.”

His face went completely still. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means I took what I was legally able to access, documented it and moved it.”

“You touched my money?”

“Our money.”

“Put that shit back.”

“No.”

“I’m telling you⁠—”

“And I’m telling you no.”

He stared at me like he didn’t recognize me. Maybe he didn’t. This version of Alisha didn’t ask Deuce for permission. “I spent five years being your wife. Raising our daughter. Holding down our home. Supporting your ass while you were out here building secret families and bringing danger to my door.” I shrugged. “Consider it severance.”

“You got me fucked up.”

“No, Deuce.” I smiled. “You had me fucked up. Oh and I went to see Kim too.”

His eyebrows went up. “Why the fuck would you go over there?”

“To tell her she won.”

“Fuck Kim.”

“Exactly, she’s your problem now.”

“I don’t want her.”

“And I don’t want you.”

“I love you, Alisha.”

“You should’ve loved me correctly.”

“I do.”

“No, you loved having me around.” His face changed again. “You loved knowing your wife was at home. You loved knowing I’d show up. You loved knowing Brittany and me were yours while you did whatever the fuck you wanted.”

“That ain’t true.” He replied.

“It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“You, my wife.”

“Until you and the judge sign those papers.”

“We can fix this.”

“I don’t want to.”

He could argue with anger, fight through accusations. Make promises after cheating, but he couldn’t negotiate with a woman who no longer wanted the marriage. I was done going back and forth with his ass so I stood up to leave.