Page 22 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“I had a right to be there.”

He laughed. “A right? You weren’t invited.”

“I had a right because those babies are mine too.”

Rell stared at me for a few seconds. Then he shook his head. “You really don’t get it.”

“Get what?”

“You keep saying ‘mine. Those babies didn’t make you his woman. They made you the side bitch with a baby daddy problem.”

My face burned. “Don’t call me that.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not.”

“You are.” He stepped closer. “Alisha, his wife. You the side bitch.”

I shook my head. “He loves me.”

Rell looked at me like I had completely lost my damn mind. “If he loved you the way you think he does…Why have you been hidden all these years?”

That question shut me up.

“You ain’t been to Thanksgiving, Christmas, Birthdays, Family cookouts. You ain’t even know his grandma.” Yesterday was the first time his whole family even knew your face.” He shook his head. “And you're still sitting here talking about love.”

I looked away, that shit hurt because deep down, I already knew.

Rell stepped closer again. “And don’t get me started on this damn surrogate shit.”

I looked up. “What about it?”

He laughed in disbelief. “Your ass really got Deuce’s sister carrying your babies. That’s some toxic-ass shit. His wife sitting there thinking the babies belong to her best friend and are her niece and nephew. When they really are her step kids. This is some shit you read in one of those urban fiction books or watch on Tubi. This whole situation is crazy as hell.”

“He was trying to make me happy.”

“That ain’t what I’m talking about. I’m talking about the fact that everybody got dragged into some shit that started because you wanted a family.”

I swallowed hard. “I didn’t ask Shante to do it. Deuce did.”

“And somehow everybody else’s life falling apart behind it.” He replied.

I looked down. He wasn’t wrong, but I still couldn’t let go of Deuce.

Rell grabbed my chin and made me look at him. “Listen to me. You got Deuce in jail. You got his family ready to tear your ass apart. And you got me sitting here wondering if your daddy's been using your ass to get close to him.”

“I haven’t told my father anything!”

“You better not have!”

He let my face go. I wiped my tears and looked at him. “What do you want me to do?”

“Fix this shit.” He spat.

“How?”

“I don’t give a damn how. You started this bullshit. Now you figure out how to clean it up.”